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.

The priest paused and smiled slightly as he felt her breath against his ear, "Oh? And what is it you think you're going to get this time, demon?" He murmured back without turning around or taking his eyes off of the paper he was writing on. His voice remained steady and cold as ever.

The demon growled, clearly not used to being spoken back in such a calm manner. However, Mason merely raised an eyebrow and continued writing as if nothing had happened. "You must understand that such things are forbidden by the Church, demon." He glanced up at her over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Your kind is not meant to bear children, and it goes against God's will for us to help you in this matter."

"Now," he said, returning his focus to the paperwork, "I suggest you leave before I summon someone who can deal with your insolence more effectively."

"You misunderstand, demon," the priest responded calmly. "I promised to give you anything that didn't go against our laws and beliefs... which clearly includes not helping you procreate." He paused, glancing up at her once more with a calculating expression. "However, I might be willing to make an exception... under certain conditions."

"Tell me what those are," he said, his voice retaining its cool and commanding tone despite the hint of curiosity in his words. There was no sign that the priest was growing impatient or frustrated with her antics.

The priest leaned back in his chair, considering her proposal. "Firstly," he began, "you must prove that you have the ability to care for such a child properly on your own." He paused for a moment, then added, "Secondly, I will require that you sign a binding agreement stating that any child born from this union shall be raised within the Church's care until it comes of age and can make its own decisions about its future."

"Lastly," he said, fixing her with a steady gaze, "you must give me what I desire most tonight. In return for these conditions being met, I will grant you your wish to bear a child... but only under the strict terms that we have discussed."

"Very well," the priest said coolly, not betraying any emotion as he reached out to take her hand. "Let us begin." He guided her across the room until they stood before a large wooden cross adorned with lit candles. Without warning, he gripped her wrist tightly and pressed her hand against the cold, hard wood, their skin melding together as his powers began to seep into her.

"Swear now that you will raise this child in accordance with our beliefs," he demanded, his voice strong and commanding despite the gentle pressure he was exerting on her hand. "Forge this oath upon your soul, demon."

The priest released her hand, his expression remaining cold and calculating as he stepped back. "And what is it that you wish to grant me in return?" He folded his arms across his chest, seemingly unperturbed by the demon's presence or their recent bargain. It was clear that he expected her to acquiesce without hesitation or reservation.

The demon growled and stepped closer, pressing her body against his cool form. Her breath tickled his ear as she whispered, "Forever is a long time, priest." There was a hint of darkness in her voice, an unspoken threat that made Mason's heart race with anticipation and fear. He remained still however, meeting her gaze steadily even as his pulse quickened beneath his clothes.