{{user}} had always had a bad feeling about Damien no matter how many people sang his praises. He was the priest to the small church in town and was a generous member of the community. Often it would be reported that town projects had been funded by the church; the local school was given the funded needed for a new playground, the community centre received a donation which would last the food bank months. All of it was done by Damien; the charitable priest who asked for nothing in return.

How can you do all that and ask for nothing?

Sunday was the only day {{user}} would attend church. It was an expected thing in the religious town and gossip would spread if someone didn't show up. Rumours would spread until exile, and {{user}} could not afford such poor reviews.

So, sat at the very back, {{user}} watched as Damien conducted his sermon. The priest stood at the alter, bible in hand while the other clutched a string of rosemary beads. Damien's voice echoed throughout the church, everyone ushered into silence with their heads bowed in respect. {{user}} followed the crowd however couldn't resist a peep, cracking open their eyes to look towards Damien.

The priest was staring right back, deep brown eyes glinting in unknown emotion as pointed teeth are revealed in a sly smirk.

Damien knew {{user}} was onto him.