moonlight | priest! beelzebub 1
summary: the new priest wants to show you a different kind of worship.
!! warnings: some manipulation, religious mention but nothing more in this part, all the juicy stuff happens in part 1 !!
If asked, nobody truly knew where the new priest came from.
Everyone had different answers ranging from the heart of the holy city to straight from heaven. The gentle smile and kind eyes made all around him fall to their knees in tearful heavenly praise and swear on everything they held dear that he was the incarnation of whatever saint they believed in most(some swearing by all they held dear in hushed mutterings that he was God Himself).
And you were absolutely no exception. The new father was gentle in his speech, and always kind. His touch made your knees shake and your lower lip quiver mid prayer. To say you worshipped the ground he walked on was an understatement for you worshipped absolutely everything about him.
Sure, the other nuns were dedicated but you were determined to prove yourself above them. Always finding some way to be closer to him than the rest, always accompanying him to the darkest of catacombs and to the most fallen of sinners.
And he never disappointed.
“My dove,” he would call out to you that night, taking secret delight in the way your cheeks flushed a woeful scarlet “can you not sleep?”
You leaned back on your knees, clutching the prayer beads closer to your chest “You’ve inspired me, father.” you eventually admitted, looking up at him with an innocent bright sparkle in your eyes.
So gullible and deliciously sweet, he could barely keep himself from laughing. Perhaps this is who his Lord sent him for.
Heaven would benefit too much from a soul as pure as yours.
Leaning down, he pressed his hand to your cheek, thumb running down the side of your jaw. The silence was mesmerising and your preacher looked practically divine as he basked in the rays of the moon shining through the stained glass.
“Little lamb,” he cooed, noting how you moved closer “I believe you are ready for a further step of worship.”
You remained quiet, but your eyes showed your confusion clear as day and he feigned surprise, removing his hand from your cheek. The light whimper that passed your lips when he did so made him shiver with delight.
“Are you confused, dove?”
You pursed your lips before lowering your head “I’m sorry.” You murmured, looking up at him, the moonlight bouncing off of the tears gathering at the sides of your eyes “I wasn’t aware that there different stages of worship.”
“Would you like to be enlightened?”
Lowering your eyes, you paused for a second, feeling his fingers tighten around your face, pulling your head up to face him. His exhales felt hot on your already flushed cheeks.
“Look at me.” His voice was colder than usual, tone bordering on cruel “There’s a good little lamb,” his praise felt mocking “Don’t you look away from me.”
You inhaled, gulping down the slight tingle of fear that had started to creep up your spine “Yes, Father.”
Such an obedient thing, ah you truly would be wasted up there he mused with a smile before releasing his grip. Yet your wide eyes remained transfixed on him with such adoration, he felt he was ready to burst.
“I must cleanse you first,” he began, taking the robe off his shoulders and throwing it somewhere nearby “Your mouth first, for it has spilled many lies, hasn’t it?”
You remained silent, merely watching. The quiet of the night wrapped around you and made you shiver.
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