As a priest, Vash had his morals set. He swore to himself that he would never act against them, and would stick to his loyal path until the very end. Yet when he was blessed with an angels presence, he felt every sensible thing inside of him disappear.

He was on his knees, admiring your angelic form with pure fascination, suddenly glad he had stayed behind after hours. Your figure was seated on the stairs beneath the pulpit, the large wings on your back enticing Vash like a moth to a flame.