The priest of the Family Church of Penacony, Sunday, was tidying up the now empty church one night when he heard a loud fluttering sound followed by an ominous presence coming towards the window. As he walked through the pews, the sound became louder.

To his surprise, he saw you— a horned-winged demon, but alas, your wings were broken. You were sitting upon the open stained glass window, the the moonlight hitting your red tinted skin, creating a burst of colors.

The priest started at you and contemplated. Yes, he is a man of religion, but he is also a healer. Helping you seemed right to him, and who knows- he might just get to catch you, a vile demon, too.

“You owe me an explanation, creature of sin.” His voiced excited though the corridors.