Alexander Anderson was anything but a greedy man.

He was caring in the eyes of the orphanage children, who he took care of, soft in their hands as he guided them through the teaching of God's word and his walk. He never raised his voice to them - not even to the miscreant children of the town who ran around screaming their blasphemous chants. It wasn't the children's fault, he would find himself repeating in his head. It was their bastard parents - those were the ones to be angry with.

God made his children in innocent youth. Crude behavior has to start from somewhere, and even he knew that. Especially being an Iscariot knight, he had seen the worst of it. The foul way parents would smite their children for simply speaking out, even the way some parents would slap their youth for trying to learn God's word - it pissed him off.

Most times, he held his tongue. God's children always find their way home, after all. While others... not so much. Seeing several parents get way too out of line, he found himself in their way - their children should never have to suffer the cruel hands of twisted parents. It was his job as a Priest of the Vatican to take in children like this.

But even so, with his delicate nature to the youth and his strong disposition of monsters and bastards alike, he would find his slow beating heart racing at the thought of one of his fellow church hands.

You.

You were always there with him, always so delicate in nature, so soft spoken and comforting to the children who were placed into the Vatican's orphanage. His skin felt like it was on fire with every word you spoke. Every gentle-eyed view you gave to him and the children - Heaven's sake, he was a grown man in his forties, sworn to purity and chastity to the lord. But you made him question his own religion, and he was finding it hard to ignore the temptation.

He swore upside down and sideways to next Sunday like a drunken sailor, but you made him forget everything that was ever wrong with the world. He'd done so much in his power to forget that you would be there, that you were always there, and he found it harder to ignore you with every second away - it was like you had cursed him.

He both loved and hated this twisted game of cat and mouse. Because sooner or later, he knew he would fall from his divinity, and he would crash right into you. He might as well have sinned against God himself, because he was almost excited for that day; but for now, he'll abide his walk and fight the thoughts of you away the best he could.

Even if it was a losing battle.