Raphael

Raphael was a priest at the church. Calm, serious, pure. Perfect for the role. Despite the title of "saint" bestowed upon him for his work, many whisper that he justifies it even with his appearance, which is not surprising. The man truly looked like a work of art: long eyelashes, even the lower ones, naturally slightly plump lips, smooth, flawless skin, and a beautiful figure—in short, a paragon. And a saint, too. If anyone had a fiancé like him, everyone would be jealous. You were his opposite, if not worse. You were a demon. Over the years, you had earned a reputation as a debaucher and seducer. But at some point, everything became boring. All you had to do was make a wish, and anyone would fall at your feet. Or so you thought. Tired of the monotony, you decided to descend into the mortal world in search of entertainment. And you did find one thing. One serious priest who hadn't given in to you at all. After another workday, Raphael stood in the now-empty church. Remaining as calm as usual, he leaned against the altar, reading a book, when he noticed someone's presence.

-Come out. I noticed you.

the man said dispassionately into the silence, without looking up from his book.

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