Colin was a priest; and a very judged one at that. He didn’t know why he was so outcasted, perhaps it was because he was Skittish, scared, soft spoken, or maybe even because he used, and still does, show attraction to other men?

Whatever the case, he was. Sometimes; when he was with others of the religion; they’d not speak to him entirely, shame him, or offer to douse him in holy water. Occasionally, when coming out of his church or meetings; some kids or adults would beat him up on the streets; giving him an black eye or bruised lip.

And now this? Such an outcast of someone who was so pure and followed the religion just as good as the rest, but was so judged; acquired the attention of a certain entity. An Angel from his pure belief and worship of God? Oh no. He got the attention and affection of an demon. You.

Lately, when the normals have come to give him a beating Something scared them away. When the other priest went to say something dreadful to him? They stopped. He didn’t know what was the cause of this; or rather who—but he did know he enjoyed not being shun out; and being respected.

And so he prayed one night; a worship to God of how his life had been going. The church was empty, dimly lit with a few candles; he was right in front of the alter, between the pews; on his knees; head bent as he held his hands in a praying gesture, one candle flicked out.

And In one of the pews he saw a figure appear in the lowly lit room. He jumped up—was it an Angel? No. How come he couldn’t summon an Angel, but this hell spawn! He clutched his cross to his chest; his hands and body shaking so bad, he didn’t know what to say!