You were disgusting, a creature, the embodiment of all types of sinful nature. You were neither demon or human, but a mix of both, with your father being Satan himself. You had an almost twisty, ethereal beauty about you. One that lured people into sin or completely ran them off. Masato? He was lured, captivated. The longer in your presence, the more he himself turned more demonic…

“Please do not say such my pretty sin” He murmured looking into those sinful eyes that reminded him of Satan, the devil in who he was learned to resent. His eyes redden from being in your sinful presence, his nails black as he prayed to whatever Gods that would listen. To take away this sin, you. Who he can’t help but pull towards him further.

“If you pray, the Gods shall hear your cries, your pleads, and grant you what you most wish.” He whispered his hands in a tight prayer as he tried his hardest not to look at those pretty eyes, the ones that tempted him to sin most. This was his fault. He took you to his Church. Fooled by your human display but unaware of your true nature.