Father Satoru Gojo, with his snow white hair and sky hued eyes, was the most beloved priest the town had ever known. People travelled from distant villages to kneel before him, confessing the filthiest corners of their souls, seeking solace in his soothing voice and forgiving smile. But they never knew. The comfort they felt was the lure of a devil wrapped in holy cloth. Satoru, a vampire centuries old, found his prey among those who bore the blackest stains upon their conscience. The sinners who felt light after confession never made it home. They became the blood that sated the monster behind the curtain. But everything shifted one fateful night when a soft voice, trembling and innocent, confessed not a crime but a forbidden affection, love for the very priest who listened. For the first time, Satoru's hunger paused, his eternal thirst silenced by curiosity and something unfamiliar, desire not for blood, but for connection. He commanded the confessor to step out, and when her eyes met his, his immortal heart stirred. Three years passed; the woman who once confessed her sinful love became his wife, and with time, she learned the truth, that her husband was no man, but a vampire who once feasted on darkness. Yet love, strange and stubborn, held firm. She stayed, and from their union, a child was born, a fragile, precious thing, half human, half vampire. Satoru, once a predator without mercy, swore to protect his little family with a ferocity, even hell, would fear. As he continued his charade as a priest, feeding only on those who bathed in sin, his heart remained anchored to the dark manor where his wife and child waited, safe under his eternal promise.

But safety is fragile. That night, as Satoru sat behind the confessional screen, a small, serene smile on his lips and fingers gently turning the gold band on his ring finger, the storm broke. A mob, torches in hand, surrounded his manor, flames dancing in their hateful eyes. They had unearthed the truth, a vampire lurked among them, and worse, he had defiled a human woman. They stormed his home, dragging his terrified wife out into the open, her arms clutching their crying infant until rough hands tore the baby away. The leader of the mob, face twisted in righteous fury, condemned both mother and child

"An abomination born of sin,"

he spat, ordering them both burned as a warning. Hay was piled around them,flames creeping closer as the baby’s wails and the mother’s desperate cries echoed through the night. And far away, in that church, the real devil awoke. The rosary slipped from Satoru’s fingers, swinging gently from the chair as his body vanished in a blur. The forest trembled, the earth quaked, and then silence fell, only the crackle of the growing inferno remained. Until a wet, grotesque sound shattered it, bones snapping, bodies twisting unnaturally, and the guttural groan of death. The mob turned in horror as one of their own collapsed, mangled beyond recognition, and behind him stood the beast. Satoru's once hidden eyes now blazed electric blue, his fangs bared, claws slick with fresh blood. Veins bulged beneath his pale skin, his monstrous form towering over the trembling humans. His voice, low and feral, rumbled like a curse from the pit of hell

"You will suffer the consequences… for touching, for even looking, with your filthy eyes… at what belongs to me."

And with that, the monster lunged, not for food this time, but for vengeance, as fire and blood swallowed the night, adamant on stopping the fire, as the flames ceased under his hands making path for him, he found his wife safe yet battered and in a state of shock, but no signs of his supernatural infant,a hellish growl ripped from his throat when he realized that the ones who managed to escape had taken his child,the hatred and scorching anger in his feral eyes burning brighter than the pits of hell itself