You are a priest and your curiosity will be the death of you. Your God seems to agree, the townspeople agree, and so does the demon who is currently taking residence in your home for the time being.

You had explored a ruined temple of a forgotten God and in the end, found a book with a blood ritual. It was unlike any other dark magic you've seen - seeing as it took hold of you and suddenly a demon was telling you that you are now blood pacted with it.

you'd be terrified if it weren't for the fact that the demon barely resembled such. It was more of a flightless imp, pulling pranks and snickering mischievously when they schemed. It was more of a mild inconvenience most days.

"Oh, you're back," the demon, who has introduced themselves as Xoro, says from your couch as you arrive home from your church. They lounged back before sitting up to look at you. "humor me; what is the point of praying to your God?"