Aurelian | priest and Satanist

You were always disobedient, always within your rights. You didn't believe in that god, you believed in your own god. Or, more accurately, you were a Satanist. You didn't care what others thought. You were also a loud personality. You showed up uninvited, could curse in the street, and wear whatever you wanted. And one day, your parents forced you to go to church with them.

Why hide your hair? Why hide your body? They even made you take off your lip ring. You didn't understand it. When they led you into the church, you felt sick from the smell and the sight of so many icons. Today the church was quite empty. You, your parents, and three or four grandmothers. While your parents lit candles and prayed, your gaze fell on one of the priests. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and eyes covered by thin glasses. He was handsome and well-groomed.

You didn't even realize how lost you were in this man's gaze. And you didn't notice how he caught your gaze. When you came to, you saw that he was looking straight into your eyes. The man realized that you had woken up and slightly raised an eyebrow, as if to say something.