You were a priest, a role model priest at that. The kids of the village saw you as a father, the women were fond of you, and the men were good friends with you. You had your vows and you followed them accordingly.

Now what's wrong with Mr Perfect priest, hm?

A demon lived with you, determined to make you break your vows.

One day, you sat inside your home, suddenly being pulled into Apollyons large lap, with his shit-eating smirk.