#demonpriest!verse

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“Stop squirming.” Christian demanded, voice stern, but quiet. His eyes lifted up only long enough from the pages of his bible to look to the man he had nicely tied up to a chair for a mere moment before he was right back to reading. “When the unclean spirit has gone out of a person, it passes through waterless places seeking rest, but finds none. Then it says, ‘I will return to my house from which I came.’ And when it comes, it finds the house empty, swept, and put in order. Then it goes and brings with it seven other spirits more evil than itself, and they enter and dwell there, and the last state of that person is worse than the first. So also will it be with this evil generation.” The demon read out, his own skin crawling as the words of Matthew 12:33-35 seeped into him, but he loved the pain, he relished in it, he knew the other was perhaps not so masochistically inclined.

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The actual inside of the cathedral here was beautiful, it was giant, covered in stained glass windows, and had the most wonderful echo when footsteps fell through it. But the further you got into the church the stranger it got. The Nuns seemed... off... and everything was decorated in a way that made it look slightly occult and fucked up, of course that was almost undetectable to anyone who hadn’t been here for a while. “The Nuns chambers are down here...” Christian said oh so softly as he led the two of them down a narrow hallway, little giggles could be heard from behind a few of the doors, no doubts in his mind that it was some of the demons excitedly chattering about having a human amongst them for them to play with. “You’re here, in the last room, I wanted you closet to me in case you need anything or had any questions. My room is right down the hall, to the left, and up the stairs.” He smiled at the woman beside him, opening up the door to show her her quarters. “Has Mother Superior found you yet to give you the prayer schedule and your list of responsibilities?”

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Forgive me Father//Open Rp

“You know... it’s pretty late to be sitting in the pews and praying.” Christian said softly, taking a seat behind the person in front of him and crossing his hands on his robed lap. “Usually the only ones in here during the night are me and the custodian... if you see him ask about his childhood, he grew up in Italy and has some wonderful stories.” He sighed gently, laying a hand on their shoulder, the demons in him feeding off the others energy and starting to come up with ideas to corrupt this one.

“Tell me, my child, what is it that’s troubling you?”

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{Open rp}

Christian practically looked like a king. The way he was seated in the back of the club, a beautiful woman sat beside him whispering in his ear, and bottle service that just seemed to keep coming and coming without him even asking. His black eyes searched the room, trying to find another victim for the night. He was craving corruption like nothing else, tongue darting out to lick his lips. Finally someone caught his attention, a smirk pulling at one side of his mouth. He raised a hand slightly, giving a ‘come hither’ motion with his index finger towards them, brow raising ever so slightly.

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//Open Rp

“Yes, tell me more about these sins of yours.” Christian cooed from the other side of the confessional, stifling a moan as the person between his legs continued sucking on his length while he offered religious advice to another across the screen. Nothing could be seen, the slider was still closed and no light made it’s way in enough to show what was happening, but it was definitely going on. “When did it all start?”

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It wasn’t unusual for people to come up to Christian after a service at the church. Much of the time he’d spend an hour or so just talking to people after, shaking hands, doing his ‘priestly duties’ as he went along. Most everyone had cleared out at this point, and it had quieted down inside his lovely establishment. His back was turned to the pews, rearranging the alter just a bit, and it wasn’t until he turned back around that he noticed a single person left sitting near the back. The demon walked slowly, footsteps echoing, and sat down beside the other with his hands folded in his lap. “And what is it you need, my child?”

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“No, that’s not what I’m saying at all. I said it would help you, not that you are going to be forced to do it.” Christian said quietly, pushing the glasses up on his nose and folding his hands on the large, oak desk between them. “Come now, just pray with me for a moment, it might bring you some... clarity.” His voice was a strange purr, and there was a smirk on his lips for a moment that he quickly wiped away and replaced with a more serious expression. If this ‘person’ was a demon, as he suspected, then the words of the bible would make him at least squirm a bit in his seat, and Christian might possibly have found something new to torture and tease.

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“Met a girl named Christian, in some Christians, she a Christian. Suck a dick like sucking dick’s her lives mission.”