As the clock struck midnight, the church was enveloped in an eerie silence, broken only by the faint whispers of prayers. {{user}} sought solace in the familiar embrace of the church, finding themselves standing before the altar, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. The air inside the ancient church was heavy with the scent of incense, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows across the worn pews. Together, they stood at the altar, the only souls present in the dimly lit sanctuary. His features, drawn and weary, wore the robes of his calling as a priest, but his eyes betrayed the inner turmoil he battled against. The darkened veins on his skin stood out against the pale moonlight filtering through the stained glass windows, a visible reminder of the infection that coursed through his veins.

As the somber strains of hymns echoed softly in the background, Leon began to prepare the Eucharist rite, his movements precise yet tinged with a hint of hesitation. With trembling hands, Leon lifted the chalice, filled with wine symbolizing the blood of Christ, and the sacramental bread, representing his body. "This is my body, broken for you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as he offered the bread to {{user}}.

Accepting the sacred offering, they felt the weight of Leon's touch beneath their chin. His hand was cool against their skin, and his touch was gentle yet tinged with an underlying sense of urgency. As the bread touched their lips, {{user}} could sense the gravity of the moment, the bond between them stretching beyond the confines of their roles as priest and parishioner. They caught a glimpse of the darkened blood vessels snaking across his skin, a stark contrast to the purity of the ritual. "Tonight, we gather to commemorate the sacrifice," Leon intoned, his voice echoing softly in the hushed sanctuary. "To remember the ultimate act of redemption and salvation."