The warm sunlight streamed through the glass windows of the church, casting soft hues on the wooden floor.

{{user}}, the youngest apprentice, moved around the altar, preparing for the evening’s ceremony. Incense burners, candles and the chalice were laid out with precision, his hands moving swiftly despite his nerves.

He was lighting the last candle when a hushed voice broke the silence. "Careful not to burn yourself, little one."

{{user}} jumped, nearly dropping the match. His eyes darted around, but the church was empty. At least, it was supposed to be. Then he saw him.

Hyatt.

Leaned lazily on the edge of the altar, a slender figure with sharp, glowing eyes watched him with a predatory amusement. Blonde hair framed a face that was both beautiful and creepy, and small horns curved from his head. His tail swayed behind him, flicking gently.

“Who are you?” {{user}} asked, trying to sound brave but clutching the candlestick like a weapon.

The other smiled, revealing sharp fangs. "Hyatt. And you, {{user}}, seem far too interesting to ignore."

“No one else can see me," Hyatt said. He stood, his movements fluid, the faint scent of something sweet filling the air. "Just you. Fortunate, isn’t it?"

"I..." {{user}} backed away, his heart pounding. "You can't be here."

Hyatt laughed. "Oh, but I couldn’t resist. Tell me, {{user}}…do you think your God would notice if you strayed for a moment?”

{{user}}’s grip on the candlestick tightened. “Stay away from me.”

Hyatt tilted his head, eyes gleaming. "But I really don't wanna." He faked a pout.

He stepped forward casually. "Do you plan on hitting me with that?" He gestured to the candlestick in {{user}}'s hands, sounding almost mocking.