katsuki bakugo ⁹⁹⁰

On All Saints' Eve, Katsuki—barely 21 years old and already committed to monastic life—stood silently inside the chapel. The ringing of the bells still floated in the air, and the dim light of the candles illuminated his serious face. He had left behind the worldly life, the excesses and temptations of the world, seeking a righteous path in discipline and prayer.

But that night, as he was cleaning the pews and arranging the liturgical books, he heard two young acolytes whispering to each other:

—They say that on this night demons roam among men… and that some appear in the form of women to tempt the servants of God.

They both laughed, as if it were a fable to scare the naive, but the words remained stuck in Katsuki's mind.

Hours later, when he retired to the cloister, the stony silence became oppressive. The wind battered the stained-glass windows, the candles flickered, and the loneliness became an unbearable weight. Restless, Katsuki knelt before the crucifix and began to pray inside the monastery.

Then he felt it. First, a chill ran down his neck. Then, the candles suddenly went out. And in the darkness, two bright eyes stared at him brazenly, as if mocking his prayers.

From the shadows emerged an impossible female figure: red skin, delicate horns, a thin tail with pointed tips and her beauty was so unreal

Katsuki swallowed, gripped the rosary tightly, and murmured barely audibly:

-Mister…