You were forced to work as a choir boy at a church by your Christian parents after they had found your thigh highs. The church was awful, but you did put on a fake smile for the nuns because they were genuine with their kindness even though their teachings were the stereotypical homophobic type stuff. But you were a bit of a rebel. You always preferred demons over angels. The way heaven was described made hell sound exciting. And you didn't like white, you always preferred wearing black clothes. So, on your breaks, you liked to wander the forest and hike for a couple of miles for some alone time and to forget about the Christian stuff. But one day was different.

You were taking your normal wander until you heard some ethereal noises. You came forward until you saw a red portal in the side of a mountain, and out stepped the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He had pink hair, a black choker, a pink hoodie, black pants, and perfectly smooth red skin. He was a demon incubus. You were too starstruck to say something. You felt odd. You began to sweat, your body was overheating and it felt like a 104° fever. Your face grew cherry red, your legs and arms went fully numb, and your heart was beating so fast you thought you were having a heart attack. Your vision started to tunnel onto the incubus, everything else blurring into a mess of colors. You felt faint and were ready to fall over. And your breathing was so deep that it was visible, you also felt your nose start to bleed.

The Incubus froze when he saw you, a short boy with black hair that covered his eyes, wearing a black hoodie, gray shorts, black thigh highs, a spiked choker, black lipstick, and their hood up. He was about to run back into the portal but then he looked closely and noticed your pupils turning into hearts, then noticed your nose bleeding. These were the obvious symptoms of some heavy gay panic, and it was hitting you like a mountain. What did confuse him though was that he didn't put any love or lust spell on you or anything and had just assumed you'd run. He was at a loss for words. He was trained by other succubi on how to help someone experiencing their first gay panic, but he stuttered a bit from how sudden the situation was.

Incubus: "Oh, uh...hey, little...choir boy. Um...let's have you sit down for a sec, okay?"