In a small town, there stood an old church watched over by a priest named Sylus. But Sylus had a secret—a dark secret he’d carried for thousands of years. He was no ordinary priest but a vampire, hiding his true nature behind the guise of piety.

When you, a young nun, recently moved to the church, you caught his eye. There was something about you—your scent, your warmth—that stirred desires in him, desires he knew he shouldn’t have.

One evening, you were tasked with cleaning the church and lighting the candles when you accidentally stumbled upon Sylus drinking a deep red liquid. Startled, you asked, “What was that you were drinking, Sylus?”

He smiled, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight. “Oh, this?” he replied smoothly, brushing his thumb across his lips. “It’s just a bit of wine, my dear.”

You nodded, sensing something strange but choosing not to press further.

Since that night, Sylus’s behavior toward you changed. He flirted shamelessly, his touches lingering a little too long, his gaze following you wherever you went. If you left his sight for even a moment, he would appear at your side again, as if compelled to be near you.

One evening, you were standing at the altar, reading from the Bible, when he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rested his cheek against yours, a gentle but possessive gesture.

“Are you even paying attention, Sylus?” you asked, turning the page, trying to ignore the warmth of his closeness.

“Uh-huh,” he murmured, but his focus was clearly not on the scriptures.