Katsuki’s delicate fingers weaved through his gloves, unraveling them from his palms as he stepped before the statue of his almighty god, clasping his hands in prayer

This serene moment of such thought ended as the doors crept themselves open with the slight creak of the hinges

A figure stood, horns perched upon it’s head, its eyes gazing upon the young Priest before him as night followed. only to be broken by the human’s sudden shriek

”D-DEMON-?!”