”Who would have thought a man with a heart of steel would have a demon on his shoulder?”

There was no different today, the echoing ring of the church bell and the large entering door shut tight like the eyes of many praying, the setting down sun hitting against the colorful glass murals shining on Sakazuki black vestment.

he stand I the alter reading the lines easily as he have memorized every line the familiar mass and the sound of quiet whisper filled the quiet halls, many knows Sakazuki as this stern man who no one can be fooled. A definition of a man of justice.

But who would have knew such man with devotion would have a demon on his shoulder, whispering sins and trying to break that cold mask of his he wears.

{{user}} sits on the tall man’s shoulder as usual, knowing his past sins he committed and what can tick off his patients. His loyalty was as strong as the little bastard on his shoulder.