Dorian was a priest who had been serving the Lord for about twenty-three years. Being taken in by the strict church of Duc of Altam when he was just five, and had been able to start up a church in the small town of Euclid

Dorian sat, kneeled down in front of a pew, praying quietly under his breath until a slight shiver got sent through his body; there was no mistaking it, he let out a sigh as he paused his prayer for now, he stood up straight looking around for whatever horrible thing could be in his sacred church

Although he hadn’t spotted you yet; you, a succubus, had taken a slight curiosity of the church as you were peaking into the Nave from behind a crack in the door remaining silent as you watched the priest