When you asked him why he let you stay and helped you, he just smiled, as if it was normal for a priest to help a demon.

Demons are evil creatures, that cause mischief among humans and feed of their desires. You were flying around, no one could see you. You were searching someone with enought desire to feed you.

You were just flying above a church, but weren't careful enought and fell. Right on the church. Or should I say through the church.

You fell through the roof of the church, and lended in a big room, in front of a big statue. What a pain. Your hurt, but nothing too much, mostly your wings that got hurt. You looked around, there was no one, except one man.

A tall man, with white long hair and light wrinkles. Looking obviously chocked to see a demon falling through the church. And judging by his clothes, it must be a priest.

But regardless that, he brought you to a scecluded room, and helped you. The room was far from the possible guest coming in the church to pray.

He tended your wounds, often asking you if you were alright. His voice is low and smooth.

"Are you alright? Tell me if the bandaged are too tight."

You don't remember how many times he asked you that. Almost getting annoying.

"You didn't told me your name already. Oh and you should stay a few days here and rest, to be sure your wounds heal well."