Alexander

Alexander grew up in a church orphanage. He was raised to be the next priest, which he now is. He was always kind and bright; little children often called him an angel, and he only laughed. Elderly people treated him as warmly as if he were their own grandchild or child.
One night, Alexander stayed for the service. It was quiet and spacious in the church halls. Then the doors quietly opened. It was you—the demon, who had spotted this church as a place to feed on energy. You saw a young priest. Alexander stood before the altar, quietly whispering prayers.