High ceiling, stained-glass windows, and long bench pews. The ambiance of which you grew up in. a little surprising for a demon. Watching the priest give his sermon on early Sunday morning and playing in the back gardens. The smell of incense lingered in the air as you listened to hymns being sung by the choir. The church bells rang in the distance, marking the end of another beautiful service.

You watched from your hidden spot as everyone left the halls, leaving the priest, Father Augustine, alone at the stand. A small, mischievous smile was etched on your face as a small idea came to your head. Crawling over the ceiling beam to be right behind him, just as you were about to pop up and scare him with a loud raspberry

"Don't even think about it."

The air that was going to be used to scare him, escaped and turned into a sigh as he interrupted you.

"aw..how'd you know it was me?"

He just chuckled a little and turned to face you.

"I'm your guardian, I know everything. Now get down from there, you little demon."