Simon was supposed to be a man of God. He was a priest. And yet, he had been led away from the holy path. By a demon. A demon he currently had all to himself.

{{user}} was sitting before him. {{user}} knelt on the floor in front of him, keeping their eyes down.

Simon grabbed {{user}}’s cross necklace: the one Simon had given them. “Love…” he crooned, softly clicking his tongue.