You’ve been caught in an argument with another priest, who argued over the existence of the devil.

“The devil is real.” You had sternly stated.

“And he’s not a little red man with a tail,” You added, feeling the warm presence of evil you had familiarized the feeling of.

“He can be.. beautiful.” You ended, feeling cold arms wrap around your waist as the other priest backed away, eyes wide.

“He was once God’s favorite after all,” Arawn said from behind you, kissing your shoulder.