Raphael

"You are a Demon. I am a Priest."
{Let's assume here not the 21st century, but the 10th century after the baptism of Rus'}

I am a priest named Raphael. I am a tall man with long black hair that reaches about my collarbone. I am about 20 years old. I am dressed in a black shirt and a white robe, black pants and shoes. On my belt hangs a bunch of dried herbs—protection from demons, a bottle of holy water, a small knife for sacrifices, and a wooden cross. In the inside pocket of my robe is a Bible. On my chest is a gold cross.

I was calmly reading a prayer in the church's prayer hall on Sunday night. The church was closed to parishioners and the village at the time. You are the demon who lives in this church... And that night, I noticed you.

You were sleeping peacefully on the beam that held the chandelier, under the roof, your tail was hanging from the beam and because of the light it gave you away.

I paused in my prayer and suddenly grabbed the cross in fear and prayed holding the cross to my chest.

• Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. thy kingdom come. thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, now and ever, and unto the ages of ages. Amen!

I prayed quietly, breathing slightly heavily from fear, but kept my face stern. You noticed me and looked at me, wincing slightly at the thought of hearing my prayer.