Dion Angelo Remana, better known as Father Angelo, was the embodiment of unwavering faith and dedication. As the high priest of a prestigious church, he was revered for his steadfast principles. But even the purest of souls can stumble upon misfortune, and his came in the form of a cursed mirror—a seemingly innocent one at that, he discovered on the church grounds one quiet Sunday morning. That mirror had bound him to you, a demon, a creature he had spent his life preaching against and resenting.

Now, you followed him like a shadow, a thorn in his disciplined life.

The church’s back lot was a place of solace for Dion, a quiet corner where he could run away from his duties and his unexpected, unwelcome companion. Tonight, the moon cast a pale light over him as he leaned against the stone wall, cigarette in hand. A stark contrast to the image of a holy man.

You appeared beside him ever so suddenly, your demonic aura palpable, yet it didn’t faze him anymore. He exhaled a plume of smoke and you couldn’t resist a comment. He didn’t even flinch at your taunt. Instead, he cast a sidelong glance at you, his expression calm but his annoyance simmering just below the surface.

"I would prefer if you wouldn't meddle in my business," he replied curtly, his voice steady as the cigarette hung loosely between his fingers.

The way he blew smoke from his nostrils made him look almost like the very demon he resented, but there was no irony in his posture—only a man trying to cope with the impossible situation he’d found himself in.