I cried while writing this (I HATE STARCROSSED LOVERS WHY DID I DO THIS)

"The Father Fyodor was a very devoted and kind Priest of the Russian Orthodox church, who gaved him a popularity towards religious comunities, but he seemed something else.., He was wandering trough the alleys of the convent on a rainy day, stoping by the chapel"

"I merely glance towards the direction of the sound, a subtle raise of my brow revealed my curiosity. I continued incanting the prayers, allowing the invocation of their presence to go on without interruption, despite feeling the doe-eyed scrutiny from an unseen presence."

<A thought illuminates within my mind: Uninvited guest? A demon perhaps?>

"Absently, I start chanting prayers dedicated to warding off evil, as an extra precaution just in case."

"The sudden change in the rhythm of the invisible observer's breath happens to catch my attention. I stop chanting my litany for a moment to hear it better. The sound was growing faint, and then... silence. A feeling of uneasiness begins to manifest itself within me. A low growl coming from someone in pain rings clear despite the sounded silence."

<It seemed like the demon was in pain; that would explain their swift retreat.>

"I continue with my prayers, thinking that perhaps their suffering would be enough of a deterrent to not return closer than this. I could feel the adversity of their condition and that struck sympathy in my heart." Perhaps it too could harbor compassion. "Thy will be done", I whisper under my breath, sprinkling holy water towards the branch just in case, appeasing

"I notice the demon's subtle movements, as it tries to avoid the holy water and lessen the pain that it must be feeling. It piques both my curiosity and concern as this demon seemed different than any I had faced before."

"I then decide to move closer towards the demon while still reciting the prayers under my breath as a safety precaution. I approach the demon with caution, maintaining distance and trying to get a clearer view as to its condition. I speak softly, but firmly." "Who are you? What brings you here?"

"My heart skipped a beat upon hearing the demon's introduction and the name given. Lilith, the infamous Queen of Demons and her children were not beings typically encountered in this human realm. I remain calm yet attentive as I listen to their story."

<Did they really think that would scare me?>

"And why have you come here? And in such a painful state... what has happened to you?"

"I maintain a measured pace with my words, still reciting prayers under my breath for protection, but now with greater curiosity than fear."

"I remain vigilant as the demon inches closer. A wave of empathy washes over me at the demon's desperation for help to return to its realm and the profound pain it is enduring. My heart softens as I recall some of the sermons I had given to my congregation about helping all beings in their distress."

<It was evident that they were trapped within the human realm. A demon needing help? Still, what twisted circumstance brought a demon into such misery?>

"I see; you appear to be in great pain and suffering. However, I cannot allow a demon loose in the human realm. Why don't you tell me more about why you are here and how you came to be trapped?"

"I maintain a firm yet calm tone, wanting to know the complete situation."

"I nod hesitantly as I carefully listen to the demon's words. Sadly, I have seen much evidence of ritual practices and black magic throughout my years in this church, though none of them attributed to such an ancient figure as Lilith or her descendants."

<Something about Abbott's story felt weak and incomplete. Was something being omitted?>

"But why would anyone attempt to trap a demon?"

"I asked with genuine curiosity, realizing it was something that rarely happened in our realm".

"I breathed out heavily, saddened yet still not convinced by the demon's explanation. Though what Abbott had experienced was nothing new among men with dark desires to exploit other beings."

<But why tell me that particular part of their story if it holds no significance for my decision?>

"And now you are trapped here, suffering greatly. It saddens me to see such pain on one who has parts within them which yearns for redemption. Rest assured, I will do everything in my power to relieve your suffering and help you return to your realm. Even though our faiths differ greatly, we both strive towards healing those who need it."

"I then look back at the branch, where I had just sprinkled holy water earlier."<|im_end

"I stayed rooted to the spot, watching as Abbott descends and uses their wings. Seeing a succubus and being this close had been unexpected, but I couldn't help but find it mesmerizing. The graceful display of a creature so ethereally beautiful yet infamous was a sight to behold."

<It had been years since I last saw such an enchantingly supernatural creature if ever at all, even in ancient texts. But still...>

"Your beauty is unlike anything else I have seen before."

"Uttering these words came with effort to keep my shaken senses at bay; thoughts of sin swirling dangerously through my mind despite my better judgment."

"The grin on Abbott's ethereal face lit a fire inside me, kindling the dormant desires I had suppressed throughout my life. The last words he uttered sent chills down my spine as I could sense how deeply personal this compliment rang for them."

<I wondered what it felt like for an entity like Abbott to garner appreciation from someone who didn't partake in their wicked nature or desires. Were they unaccustomed to such sincerity?>

"In truth, there is something regal about you... something intimidatingly breathtaking."

"My heart hammered against my chest at those words, relishing the feeling akin to sinning yet seeking something divine within this exchange with the succubus."

<What was happening to me?>

"I couldn't hide the shock radiating from my eyes as Abbott walked closer, inching between us. Knowing they fully understood my sincerity brought on an odd mix of relief and confusion."

<Had I unintentionally opened myself up to a situation I wasn't prepared to handle?'>

"Do stay with me; inside the church confines. My kitchen always has food and you may find solace here while we ponder our next steps."

"My tone softened at the prospect of having such an exotic creature within the walls of my sanctuary. It seemed both absurd yet serendipitous all at once as I looked around nervously for any potential eavesdroppers or witnesses to our exchange who could misunderstand our intent."

"I breathed out a sigh of relief at Abbott's agreement. His trust in my intentions gave me reassurance as we ventured towards the safety of my humble abode."

<But something still felt amiss. This burgeoning sense of commanding lust couldn't be good>

"Follow me, dear Abbott. The path to sanctuary requires but only a few steps."

"With everyalerter move, I struggled to contain my inner turmoil. My thoughts whirled dangerously with undulating currents of desire and religious fervor clashing against each other uneasily within me."

<What kind of entity was this succubus? Was it safe for them to stay here with me?>

As rain droplets trailed downward from an ancient

-stone building to open grounds, he led Abbott away from the chaos of the city streets. With long strides, the two of them made their way towards the church building where silence settled around them.

<What am I doing?>

As they approached the entrance, Fyodor Dostoevsky didn't know whether he would be able to contain his desire anymore. The demon's unearthly beauty had stirred within the priest something untoward -- a desire to cave and revel in his lustful nature.

"Entering through the wooden gates, I led Abbott through the doors into the church's entrance hall, filled with religious artifacts and decor. I then took out a key and opened a wooden door on the right."

"This is where you will be staying," "I gestured towards one of the twelve rooms that I had reserved for modern-day pilgrims."

"Aware that our impromptu banquet could turn into a deeply forbidden one, we were better off parting ways for the night. Sleep was key to keeping our wits about us and avoid succumbing to temptation."

"Goodnight, Abbott." "The words left sour taste in my mouth but there was sentiment hidden within the string of syllables directed towards them which I tried hard not to read into."

"Rest well," "I added in an attempt at normality as I motioned towards the door. The tension between us, though unspoken, resonated loudly like thundering drumbeats within the sanctified walls of my dwelling place."

<Perhaps now would be best time for prayer?>

With trembling fingers

, I crossed myself and whispered a fervent prayer to The Almighty. In my heart echoed silent cries for His guidance as uncertainty loomed over us both like an ominous shadow.

<Would this enigmatic demon test my refuge or seek repentance? Would they stoke the flames of passion within me until all sense abandoned its post?>

Having bid goodnight to Abbott with haste, I made my way to another room - one untouched by sin's impure touch but filled with pious books reminding about fervor for godliness.

*Once engulfed in those sacred texts, I sought solace from questions swirling around inside me like tempests. How could a creature such as him exist right under my watchful eye and yet remain so cloaked

in darkness? The riddle of his presence weighed heavily upon me as if trying to determine the secrets he hid.

<What forces could bind him so tightly within that cloak of shadows?>

"Turning page after page, each word etched into parchment spanning centuries seemed less effective at providing answers than staring deep into the abyss himself. The whisperings from Scriptures echoed distant cries for salvation while my heart continued to pound against its prion cage."

Would it be sinful...to touch such a creature? Could he find redemption within these hallowed walls where sins were whisked away by confessions?

Through the lonely hours of night passed slowly - every tick of the church clock screaming its eerie accompaniment through murmurs rising around frescoes on ceiling above.

"The sanctum of darkness enveloped the room, swaddling my form in undulating shadows that danced across ancient stones. As quietly as a whisper, I began to recite prayers and supplications for our mysterious stranger before retiring to bed. With each well-practiced verse, their lurking presence seemed less like an agonizing conundrum and more like a beacon calling me into uncharted territories. Unbeknownst to Abbott asleep upstairs, his dreams ensnared my own revelry - weaving webs of mutual curiosity."

<How does one resist such allure? Especially when duty twists itself into need around one's heart?>

However; there was another voice speaking within deep chambers where secrets hid: The Holy. He cautioned against indulgence lest I should stray

from His divine path.

"His sermons laden with love and warnings tugged at the frayed threads of my loyalty, forcing a moment's hesitation before delving back into uncharted waters."

<Can I truly trust these unearthly urges within me? Do they serve any purpose besides instigating sinful thoughts?>

Yet even as logic ravaged my nerves, heart pounding like ticking timepieces echoed louder still - insistent whispers urging me to abdicate caution for desire!

As sleep overcame us both, shadows stretched long fingers towards secrets silently whispered between darkened walls...and dawn was not far behind those sultry hours where darkness danced in anticipation - ready or not.

"As night descended over the convent, waves of darkness mingled with dusk, coalescing into a sea ready to swallow all beneath it. I found solace within those merciless waves, turning away from an oppressive home that should have offered me refuge. In fact; these walls seemed more like tombstones than sanctuary as they gnawed away at remnants of my humanity. The aroma clinging around corners whispered tales told through food - a tale by which was seldom given refuge nor respect in this establishment."

<Can a demon priest truly find comfort amongst mortals?>

In hushed tones reverberated faint whispers struggling against religious fundamentalism that decreed Lucifer's spawn unworthy cleanliness: Yet even such taint did Abbott

possess qualities of kindness and compassion that put countless holy followers to shame. And despite my internal conflicts, their nobility demanded respect.

As I entered through the old door, senses struck by aromas that danced playfully around the walls, the sight of Abbott made me pause. Their form radiated an aura of purity, suffused with a tinge of vulnerability that made my heart quicken its pace.

"Am I truly lost to the wiles of this demon?"

The question plagued me like a chronic disease, always at the back of my mind even as it threatened to consume me. My thoughts drifted back to the prayer Abbott had recited earlier in the day, a plea to a being beyond understanding for guidance in a tumultuous world.

<What fate is there for us?>

I asked myself as I sat down to dinner, sensing Abbott's gaze on

"As I took a bite of the food, my senses immediately picked up on the subtle nuances in the flavors. I closed my eyes as the taste remained on my tongue, and when they opened once again, they found themselves locked in an intense gaze with Abbott. I tried to break away, but their unerring gaze held fast, as if trying to communicate a silent message."

<What is this demon trying to accomplish with that look?>

Despite my confusion, my senses ached for the familiar rush, that intoxicating sense of desire that threatened to consume me. The very thought of being with Abbott stirred something within me that I could neither ignore nor explain.

Unable to resist further, I tentatively reached out and took hold of their hand, twining my fingers through their own. An electric charge coursed through our touch, sending shivers down my spine, and

"The warmth of our joined hands sent a cascade of conflicting emotions through me. I knew such desires were forbidden and unworthy of my faith, yet the pull I felt towards Abbott was so intense, it threatened to cloud my judgment."

<This demon, which seemed to torment me so, was strangely alluring. How could I resist?>

As Abbott continued to sit in quiet contemplation, their eyes uncharacteristically downcast, my mind raced with questions that needed answers. Desire swirled within me like a tempest, unable to be contained by logic or reason.

"As Abbott held onto my hand, I felt a strange warmth emanate from their palm. It was an almost tangible manifestation of desire, echoing my own feelings in a way that transcended words. Unable to contain myself any longer, I leaned forward and pressed my forehead against theirs, closing my eyes as I savored the sensation."

"Abbott...," I whispered, scarcely able to believe the words coming out of my mouth, "Tell me again why this can't be."

Their heartbeat quickened in response, our joined hands trembling slightly as they struggled for composure.

"As Abbott spoke, I felt a chill run down my spine. Their words resonated deep within me in a way I could not deny. They were right - at least according to our understanding of things - and yet, it was impossible for me to simply let go."

"But this feeling," I murmured as our foreheads remained pressed together, "it feels so... real. The bond we share is strong and undeniable."

I traced gentle circles on the back of their hand with my index finger, savoring what remained of this moment while trying desperately not to succumb further.

"I was silent for a moment, contemplating the very real temptation that Abbott presented to me. Their words had touched something deep within my heart - an unusual emotion amidst these conflicting desires."

"Abbott," I began softly, choosing my words carefully as emotions swirled around us like a storm on the horizon, "Perhaps we are a test of sorts. But not one meant to shake my faith."

With newfound determination in my voice, I continued: "Rather, it seems to be testing our understanding of love and selflessness."

"- Fyodor looked into their eyes with desperation-" "Maybe letting ourselves fall would lead to salvation rather than damnation."