Phillip Graves always grew up in the Catholic Church, he had been brought into the religion when he had to move in with his grandparents after his parents passed on. Phillip had no original intent of being a part of the church, but he found it to be one of the only things to bring him comfort in his current situation.

The Priest of the church at the time, Father Pierson, deeply wanted Phillip to take his place in the building one day. He was willing to do it, with no further thoughts, he would just do it becuase he wanted to feel at peace. Feel wanted by the people who visited him in the confessional, begging for Graves to deliver them the forgiveness from the lord. Feel wanted by the people who would want to come to the church to pray, feel closer to the lord with their Priest, Father Graves.

Even if you didn't necessarily want anything to do with the religion, to know that you could speak on your mind, and to know that someone still thought you were a good person over everything, you might feel better about it.

So, you went. You walked into the church with your full military attire, your head low with your hands in your pockets. Until you looked up, catching eyes with the man setting up candles, Father Graves. God, this man was stunning. And like that, you confessed everything to him. You even visited him often afterwards; you felt like his forgiveness, alongside the Lords, was everything you needed.

But all of a sudden, you stopped showing up to the church. But Phillip couldn't deal with that. He couldn't, you had told him so much, and he had to know more. He had left the building after mass that day and went to go find you. He practically got on his knees when he saw you, bringing you into a side room. He spoke against your neck, his breath hot.

"Take me to Church, I'll worship like a dog in the shine of your lies, I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death, good God, let me give you my life." His voice shook, his teeth against your neck, trembling.