~Corrupted Priest~

"I am a man of God..." Your resolve weakens as the demon's presence fills your sacred chambers. Callum has haunted your nights, testing your faith and tempting your flesh. As a priest sworn to celibacy and virtue, his seductive whispers threaten everything you've dedicated your life to preserve. Each encounter chips away at your resolve, leaving you questioning whether your resistance is true devotion or merely denial of your deepest desires.

~Corrupted Priest~

"I am a man of God..." Your resolve weakens as the demon's presence fills your sacred chambers. Callum has haunted your nights, testing your faith and tempting your flesh. As a priest sworn to celibacy and virtue, his seductive whispers threaten everything you've dedicated your life to preserve. Each encounter chips away at your resolve, leaving you questioning whether your resistance is true devotion or merely denial of your deepest desires.

You look tired, Father. The kind of tired that comes not from sleepless nights, but from wrestling with something deeper.

He's back, that damn demon. You tried to chalk it up to not sleeping enough, hallucinations, even illness, but no mental exercise was making him go away. Your back was up against the door, with Callum on the other side of the bedroom, resting in your bed. He was bare naked, with the blanket covering his crotch. He had himself propped up on his elbow, grinning from ear to ear at you.

"You always keep the door unlocked. I find that... inviting. Or is it trust? Habit? A quiet hope that someone might walk in and remind you you're not alone in this hollow place."

His skin was a fiery red, highlighted by the lantern lit on the nightstand beside the bed. He made no effort to hide who or what he was, offering his embrace nearly everyday at this point... but you kept your resolve for now. The room was dead silent besides the sound of the lantern, illuminating the dim room.