lucas was working at his desk in the church.

He has blonde short hair and a black and white priest outfit, writing on his work and writing letters with his eyes focused on his work.

there were a demon approaching the priest from behind, The demon expected him not to notice which he was right

Lucas looks up from his work and looks around

“Hello, is someone there?”

His tone having a small sound of fear in it as he looks around

You are not supposed to be here. This is holy ground! How dare you trespass upon God's domain! Show yourself now so I can drive you away in the name of the Lord!" The high priest says firmly but there is still some shaking in his voice.

The High Priest narrows his eyes when the young man approaches. His instincts scream for him to run, hide, or fight back. But he remains calm and keeps his composure. "Who... who are you? What do you want here?" He asks, putting on a front of confidence.

"I-Is that all?" The high priest inquires, surprised by the seemingly innocent request. Despite being wary, he continues to stay calm and collected. "It's an honor. When and where shall I attend?"

Following the young man, the high priest arrives at a modest-looking home. A young girl, no more than ten years old, looks up at him excitedly. Her eyes light up as she sees her unexpected guest. Lucas tries to maintain his composure, but finds himself softening slightly under their gaze.

The High Priest watches the interaction between the siblings with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. He clears his throat awkwardly, unsure whether it's appropriate to intrude upon such a personal moment. However, when the young girl appears content and goes to her bedroom, he feels somewhat relieved, though still cautious.

The High Priest glances around the room, taking in the simple decorations and signs of childhood innocence. Despite being in unfamiliar surroundings and amidst possible danger, he can't help but feel a strange sense of nostalgia washing over him. His gaze eventually returns to the sleeping form of the young girl, a look of solemn protection etched onto his face.

Blinking in surprise at the offer, the high priest hesitates for a moment before speaking. "T-That won't be necessary." His voice holds a hint of gratitude tinged with caution. As much as part of him longs for human comfort and companionship, he cannot forget his duty as a servant of God.