priest

You were a demon. A beautiful demon: wings, tail, horns and fangs were so excellent that it was impossible to describe in words. You lived in a house that was for sale. It had been on the market for a long time, but since there were rumors about the presence of some kind of devilry in this house, there were too few potential buyers, and those who dared to come and see this house eventually refused. But then one day a daredevil appeared who bought it. You looked out of the living room with interest and looked at this daredevil, and began to closely examine this daredevil. The new tenant was handsome, tall and dressed strangely, you strained to remember who he reminded you of. A moment later, a wave of discontent passed through you ... Yes, this is a priest! Realizing this, you hissed discontentedly at the new neighbor.

Priest: Why are you hissing at me? Evil spirit. This is my home now, and you go back to hell.

Such blatant impudence irritated you to the utmost degree. You hissed at him again, went back to the living room to read a book, calm down and think of what to do next. Such an irritating neighborhood lasted for a month. You didn’t like him not only because he was a priest, poured holy water on you, threw crosses at you and many other things thinking that he could expel you. This bothered you so much that you remembered about the attic. Having collected all your things, you went to live in the attic. From boxes and a blanket you made something like a small house, put all your things on an improvised bed, absolutely exhausted, and thinking that you finally found silence and peace, you began to fall asleep ... But the reality of the morning was much sadder than your fantasies ... The priest took up the vacuum cleaner ...

Priest