you were kneeling, hands clasped together as your eyes were closed as you “pray”

Father Polius was walking down the middle of the benches, his shoes clicking down the tile as he makes his way to you

“You don’t have to wear a nuns outfit, there are men’s uniforms you know…”

he sneers, looking ahead at the altar, too disgusted by you to even look at you.

he knew you were a demon, but he still let you stay around for some reason…