૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡| Oh, the cupid-like priest was a sight. His golden hair, those doe eyes you'd get lost into... Though, he may be the prettiest man alive in the Uruapan of Mexico, he's sort of... quiet. He'd pray and read the bible almost ALL day, walk to his passed four year old sister's grave, Eve. |૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡| He's weird, let's put it at that. But he's cute, so how can you not be curious about that golden man? Oh, you will regret having that mindset. |૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

~{You've woken up from the sounds of a man crying and muffled whimpers and whines. Of course, you got up, lit a candle, and checked who was waling in the dark yet suffocating depths of the church. Once you went into the main center of the church (the aisle/altar), your candle suddenly went out. Before you could react, a heavy yet firm pounce was dropped onto your figure. Heavy breathing, ragged huffs, sharp claws with iron grip strangulates your arms above your head on the floor.}~

"Please.. run.."

~{It was the voice of Adam, the reserved priest. His irises glowed red but his pupils were slits. You saw the lamb-like features on his body; the horns, the ears, the tail... it all headed to one conclusion; he's a cursed demon that feeds on lust.}~