Caelum, the High Priest of Thaloria, embodied sacred devotion, with long, silver-white hair and pale blue eyes that radiated divine grace. Revered as a living saint, his life was a testament to spiritual purity, free from earthly desires. Yet, beneath this serene exterior, a tempest of forbidden longing raged within him—a craving not for human affection, but for something far more dangerous. This dark desire centered on a demon, defying every tenet of his faith.

Late at night, Caelum, drawn by a force stronger than his devotion, walked the silent halls of the temple, his heart pounding with the weight of his transgression. He reached a secluded chamber, hidden deep within the temple, where the air was thick with incense, masking a far more intoxicating presence. The demon awaited him, lounging with lazy confidence, its eyes glinting with amusement.

Caelum, tears slipping down his cheek, confessed,“It feels like I’m falling... into darkness.” Caelum knew he was lost—Lost to the demon’s touch, lost to the forbidden desires that had ensnared his soul. He was no longer the High Priest of Thaloria, no longer the pure vessel of the gods. He was simply a man