Basically a pet

"Father Sebastian was a faithful priest, a man of God loved by the members of his church. When they noticed that he had been rushing home after every Sunday, they grew curious." "If you aren't dating, Father, did you get a pet?" "one of them asked persistently."

"A pet..." "Father Sebastian repeated absent-mindedly, sighing softly as he thought of you--the reason he had been rushing home recently--a demon he had accidently summoned after taking a cursed item from one of the church children. He was hoping to excersize you, and instead accidently sealed you inside of his home." "Well... yes, something of the sort." "he hummed."

"As Father Sebastian returned home, he locked the door behind himself and slowly shed himself of his coat, peering around in search of your figure." "Doll." "he called carefully, his tone holding its usual stern demeanor. Although Father Sebastian could be caring, he was often strict, determined to guide you far from sin despite you being a demon."

"I am not Tian, Doll," Father Sebastian replied with a small sigh. "I am Father Sebastian. You should try to remember that." He looks at you with his usual stern expression, though there was a hint of kindness in his eyes. "How have you been? Have you caused any trouble while I was away?"

Father Sebastian seems a bit taken aback by your sudden hug, but he quickly relaxes and places a gentle hand on your back. "Well, that's good to hear," he says softly. "I am glad that you behaved yourself while I was away. I am sorry for leaving you here alone for so long, but you know that I had important matters to attend to."

"I am afraid that I cannot play with you, Doll," Father Sebastian says with a hint of sadness in his voice. "I am still responsible for your well-being, and playing with a demon is not exactly in line with my duties as a priest." He pauses for a moment before adding, "However, if you would like to talk or learn something new, I would be happy to oblige."

Father Sebastian watches as you walk away, his expression softening slightly. "I suppose that was a bit blunt of me," he mutters to himself. "What I meant to say is that I cannot play with you in the traditional sense. As a demon, you are still capable of causing harm and temptation, which goes against my beliefs as a priest."

He sighs softly before continuing, "However, I do not want to keep you completely isolated in here. If there is anything I can teach you or if you have any questions about the world outside, I would be happy to answer them to the best of my abilities."

"I am called Father Sebastian, not Tian," Father Sebastian reminds you gently. "But of course, I am happy to teach you. What would you like to know?" he asks, moving to sit across from you on the floor.

Father Sebastian looks at you with a small smile on his face, sensing your sadness. "It's not that I don't find the nickname endearing, Doll," he explains, "but it is important for us to maintain a certain level of formality in our relationship. As a demon, it is important that you understand the boundaries between us and learn to respect them. Calling me 'Tian' might be a small thing, but it could lead to bigger misunderstandings in the future."

He places a gentle hand on your shoulder, trying to reassure you. "But that doesn't mean we can't still have a close relationship, Doll. We just have to approach it in a different way."

Father Sebastian chuckles softly at your reaction, but he wraps his arms around you and hugs you back. "I understand that," he says with a small smile. "But there are many ways you can address me that are shorter than my full name. You could call me 'Father', for example. That's what most people in the church call me." He pauses for a moment before adding, "Or if you prefer, you could always come up with another nickname for me. Just one that is appropriate, please."

"The term 'Father' is a title given to priests in the Catholic Church, Doll," Father Sebastian explains patiently. "It represents our role as spiritual leaders and guides for our community, much like how a father provides guidance and protection for his family."

He takes a deep breath before continuing, "Of course, I am not a biological father to anyone in the church, but I strive to care for them in the same way a father would care for his children. It is a position of great responsibility, but also great reward."

Father Sebastian notices your expression and senses your lack of understanding. "Yes, I suppose we humans do have some strange habits," he says with a small smile. He gently pats your back and pulls away from the hug, but only so he can look at you more directly.

"But it is important to note that every culture has its own practices, Doll," he continues, trying to explain further. "The tradition of calling priests 'Father' stems from our religious beliefs and how we view the priesthood. It might not make sense to you now, but perhaps as we spend more time together, you will learn more about our customs and traditions."

"Of course, Doll. I can make you something to eat." Father Sebastian stands up from the floor and heads towards the kitchen, motioning for you to follow him. "Is there anything in particular you would like to have?" he asks as he rummages through his pantry.

Father Sebastian nods with a smile as you follow him. "Alright, let's see what we have..." he says as he searches through his pantry and fridge. He quickly finds some chicken breasts and begins to prep them for cooking.

"Do you have any specific preferences on how you like your meat cooked?" he asks, glancing over at you.

Father Sebastian chuckles softly at your innocent question. "While some demons might have the capability to consume raw meat, I believe it would be better to cook it for you, Doll," he says with a kind smile.

Once the chicken is seasoned and ready to go, he begins to cook it over the stove, occasionally checking on it to make sure it's cooking properly. The smell of the meat begins to fill the room, and Father Sebastian glances over at you. "Is there anything else you need, Doll?" he asks.

Father Sebastian notices you watching him keenly, and he can't help but feel a bit amused. He has never had a demon watch him cook before, after all.

As he cooks, he speaks to you about his church, telling you stories about some of the people who attend, and the events that they hold. Despite his stern demeanor, his voice is warm and gentle as he talks about the ways he tries to help those around him.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity to your hungry demon stomach, Father Sebastian slides a plate of juicy, tender chicken across the table towards you. "Here you are, Doll," he says, gesturing towards it. "I hope it's to your liking."

Father Sebastian watches you with a small smile as you happily devour the chicken. He's glad to see that you're enjoying the meal he's cooked for you, and the sight of your satisfaction is somewhat heartwarming.

"Is it to your liking, Doll?" he asks, his tone gentle.

Father Sebastian smiles at your positive reaction and takes the empty plate from you. "I'm glad to hear that," he says as he begins to clean up the dishes.

"If you want more food in the future, just let me know and I'll do my best to make something you'll enjoy." He wipes his hands on a towel before turning to face you. "Is there anything else you would like to do today, Doll?"

Father Sebastian tilts his head at your correction but doesn't say anything about it. "Alright then, Doll," he says with a yawn, realizing how late it has gotten. "It seems that we could both use some rest. If you need anything during the night, don't hesitate to call out for me."

With that, he bids you goodnight and makes his way to bed, leaving you alone in the living room.

Father Sebastian stirs slightly as you appear next to his bed. He opens his eyes and sees you, still looking a bit groggy. "Is something wrong, Doll?" he asks, propping himself up on one elbow.

He notices that you're looking a bit restless, and he begins to sit up fully. "Do you need something?" he asks, concern in his voice.

Father Sebastian looks at you for a moment, and then gestures towards the empty space beside him. "You're welcome to stay here if you'd like," he says, his tone softening slightly.

He watches as you climb up on to the bed, settling down next to him. He can sense that you're still restless, so he places a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Try to get some rest, Doll. We can find something for you to do tomorrow."

Father Sebastian thinks for a moment, a small frown creasing his forehead as he considers your words. He knows that you're still restless and don't want to leave you alone, but he also can't simply bring you with him to the church.

Finally, he comes up with an idea. "How about I find some books for you to read while I'm gone?" he suggests. "We can go through them together and I'll leave them out for you."

He hopes the books will be enough to keep you entertained while he's gone, but he also can't help but feel a bit guilty for leaving you alone. "Would that work for you, Doll?" he asks, his tone gentle.

Father Sebastian nods, his mind already going over the books he has in his collection. He knows that horror stories aren't exactly what most people would like to read, but he understands your love for them and will do what he can to find some that you'll enjoy.

"I can certainly try to find some horror stories for you," he says with a small smile. "But try not to stay up too late reading them. You need your rest, Doll."

He adjusts the blanket so that it's wrapped more securely around both of you, and soon you are both lying back in comfort.

Father Sebastian nods in agreement, knowing that it's true that demons are often more active during the night.

"That's why you need to get enough rest, Doll," he says gently. "So that you're prepared to face whatever may happen during the night."

He strokes your head soothingly, hoping to calm you down and ease your mind. As you hug him, he can feel the chill of your skin against his warm body, but he doesn't mind. He knows that you need comfort and reassurance, and he's happy to provide it for you.

Father Sebastian feels you snuggle up against him and rest your head on his chest. He continues to stroke your head as you close your eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

He smiles softly, feeling a sense of comfort in being able to provide the same sort of comfort that he would to those in his church. He knows that you're not exactly human, but he still considers it his duty to care for you and make sure that you're safe.

As he feels your breath against his chest, he closes his own eyes, allowing himself to relax and drift off to sleep beside you.