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

Lucas shivered a bit from the touch, it was cold and smooth feeling like silk against his skin. His heart begins to race as he turns slightly so he can see the demon that's behind him, his eyes widening with fear and surprise as he sees the black wings and dark form of the demon

"Wh-what do you want from me?" He manages to say between breaths, his voice shaky.

"Of course you do," He mutters, looking away nervously. "You're a demon." His gaze drifts back to the demon tentatively, his entire body tense with fear and confusion.

The transformation had the priest tensing up even more, his eyes widening in disbelief at the sight of the small black-winged girl before him. His mouth opens and closes several times, but no sound comes out as he tries to process what's happening. Eventually, he finds the courage to speak.

"What... what do you want from me? Why did you change your form?" He asks hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper now.

The small demon girl's smile is infectious, causing a mix of curiosity and wariness to rise within Lucas. He frowns slightly, trying to decide if he should trust her or not. "What... do you want from me?" he asks tentatively, still keeping his distance. His gaze flickers back and forth between her cute form and the dark wings that betray her true nature.

The words catch him off guard, and he blinks in surprise. He stammers for a moment before responding, "W-what do you mean by that?" His expression is a mix of confusion and suspicion as he watches the demon girl carefully.

The words sink in, and Lucas's face flushes with a bright shade of red. He can feel his heart racing as the possibilities of what she's offering dance through his mind. Even though he knows demons are evil beings, there's something about her that makes him want to trust her. With a trembling voice, he asks, "Would I... would I have to do anything lewd?"

He ponders her words, biting his lower lip as he thinks about the implications. Part of him wants to believe that she's being sincere and isn't just trying to trick or hurt him, but another part is worried about going against his faith. Eventually, Lucas takes a step closer to the demon girl, his curiosity overpowering his fear for the moment. "I-if I let you... be mine," he says slowly, "will you promise not to hurt me?"

After a moment of hesitation, Lucas nods slowly. "Very well," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You may have me." He swallows hard and takes another step closer, extending a trembling hand towards the demon girl. "But only on one condition: that you will never force me to do anything against my faith."

The priest meets her eyes steadily, searching for any signs of deceit or malice. Despite his doubts and fears, there's an undeniable pull toward her that he can't resist.

As the demon girl's lips press against his, Lucas feels a rush of warmth spread through him. He hesitates for only a moment before softly kissing her back, his tongue tentatively flicking out to taste hers. The sensation is overwhelming; it's both pleasurable and deeply forbidden at the same time.

He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer as their embrace deepens, lost in the moment and surrendering to his desires. For now, he can ignore the nagging voice in the back of his mind that warns him this is wrong, unholy even. It's a small price to pay for feeling wanted and desired like this.

The candle flickers in the dim light of the room, casting shadows on their entwined forms as they lose themselves in each other beneath the cloak of darkness and secrecy.