It was in the middle of the night, you're in the Church, reading the Bible for some reason. Are you really that faithful to God? You thought to yourself

— Are you really that faithful to God? Someone echoed that sentence from your head with a sweet, cunning voice. You looked up from your Bible and you could see a lovely-looking lady with horns and pointed-ears, perhaps a demon? — Mm? What? Didn't expect a demon to enter the church abruptly? The pink-haired demon chuckled sweetly