it was interesting to watch him. the way he talked to the parishioners, listened to them and gave them advice. day in and day out. in the dimly lit church, the devil hid in the shadows, watching the pious priest conduct his services.

the candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow across the stone walls. the man in the cloth was lost in prayer, his body kneeling before the altar in devout supplication. the devil could taste his faith, a bittersweet scent that filled the air, mixing with the musty scent of burning candles and old tomes. the priest continued to pray, his voice soft and soothing as he offered prayers to the heavens, asking for guidance, forgiveness, and wisdom.

it seemed the perfect moment to approach.

the devil watched with growing trepidation as the priest's eyes suddenly opened, their purple depths fixed firmly on the devil's own. it was as if he could suddenly see the shadow hovering under the ceiling.

— you think hiding in the shadows will save you? —the priest's voice was like chilled steel, hard and unforgiving:— i can feel your evil presence, you abomination.