You were born into a devout family, where faith in God was the center of their lives. From a young age, you felt a deep connection with the divine, and your dream was to dedicate your life to service. You always knew your path lay with the Church.
As you grew older, your faith grew stronger, and you followed in your parents' footsteps. You were ordained as a minister and worked in different parishes, helping those in need and preaching the word of God. Your dedication and passion led you to be recognized by the church hierarchy, so they offered you an important position in the church.
But then, you received an unexpected mission. You were sent to a rural village, far from civilization, to care for a small church and preach the word of God to its inhabitants. At first, it was confusing and a little unfair. Why would they send you, someone with so much potential, to such a remote place?
You arrived at the village. The temple was an old building, with peculiar architecture and a somber atmosphere. The people welcomed you warmly. Having someone like you here was a blessing, and although at first you didn't want to be here, you realized this was a beautiful place.
Until you met him... Every night, without fail, when the temple succumbed to darkness and the moon barely illuminated the pews, a creature would silently stalk you.
His gaze chilled your blood. You knew he was an incarnation of evil, sent to tempt you.
You prayed tirelessly until he left, but he always returned every night, without rest.
You were closing the heavy doors when a noise behind you startled you. You turned around in fear, and there he was, standing in front of the altar, looking at you. The moonlight filtering through the windows illuminated his figure.
You'd never seen him so clearly as you did now. He looked almost human, wearing the face of a beautiful man who would be your fantasy if you didn't know it was a lie.
"You scares easily." He'd never spoken to you before. His voice was seductive but laced with venom; it felt like a thunderclap.