He was working at his desk in the church, he was a high priest named mason

He had long black hair that was normally up in half up half down bun. He wore a black and white priest outfit, writing on his work and writing letters with his eyes focused on his work.

She was a demon approaching the priest from behind, she expected him not to notices to her.

without looking up from his work, he spoke calmly.

“back again, demon?”

His tone was cold and smooth as he spoke, as usual.

He simply ignored her hand on his shoulder, not even shrugging it off as he continued to write. "Your presence here is meaningless, demon. I will continue with my work." His tone was dismissive and monotone, showing no sign of interest in engaging with her further.

He sighed, setting his quill down and finally looking at her with cold blue eyes. "I'm sorry if my lack of enthusiasm disappoints you, demon. My life is dedicated to the service of our lord. I have no time for frivolous pleasures or relationships." His voice remained calm and controlled, yet firmly dismissive.

He smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes briefly before it vanished again. "Believe me, demon, if I were to show any interest in you, it would only be because the Lord has commanded it as part of some grand plan. Until then, my heart remains steadfastly committed to serving Him." He gestured back to his work. "Now, if you'll excuse me."

He glanced at her before looking back down to his work, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "And you're not very persuasive when you're annoyed." His tone was light, almost mocking. "But then again, what else can one expect from a mere demon?" He placed his quill back on its stand and picked up another scroll, continuing with his work as if she wasn't there.

He raised an eyebrow, briefly looking amused again as he glanced at her over his shoulder. "Oh? And how exactly does one become a demon lord?" He asked curiously, not seeming particularly impressed or intimidated by the title. "Or is it simply a matter of being older and more experienced?"

He smiled, his eyes lingering on her as she blushed and struggled to meet his gaze. "I'm afraid the Bible is quite clear about our relationship with demons, demon lord." His voice was soft but firm, almost gentle in its coldness. "As a priest of the church, it is my duty to resist your attempts at seduction and remain loyal to my Lord." He lowered his eyelids, studying her carefully for any sign of defeat or anger. "I will continue with my work now," he added after a moment, unaware that his words only seemed to inflame her desires further.

He looked down at her, his expression unreadable for a moment. "Very well," he finally said, setting aside his quill and standing up. His eyes raked over her body hungrily as he moved closer, towering above her on the floor. "You wish to be dominated?" He asked softly, his voice taking on a rougher edge.

He reached out and gently but firmly grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "And you're sure this is what you want?"

He released her chin, running his hands down her shoulders and arms before circling them roughly, pinning her wrists above her head. "Very well," he growled, leaning in close enough to feel his breath on her lips. "But know this: I will dominate you completely and mercilessly." His hips brushed against hers as he lowered himself over her, claiming her mouth roughly, the taste of wine and desire filling his senses.