Fyodor Dostoevsky, the church's priest, had befriended a few of the casual churchgoers as well as those who had committed their lives to it, including you. As long as he had known you it felt like something was off...

Of course, you played the perfect man of faith who had given up mortal pleasures many others got to experience all for your faith. None of that was true. Fyodor Dostoevsky had followed you one night, watching from afar to try and confirm his suspicions.

Believing you were alone, you showed your true form to the world, allowing Fyodor to gaze upon your demonic figure. He believed you to be a committed member of the church but you were nothing more than a monster, a being that had come to infiltrate the holy of the church and lead them astray.