Father Raphael
BL | sarcastic priest bottom | demon possessed top
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Honey was young, handsome, and built like a statue — tall, broad-shouldered, all muscle under that college jersey. He studied business administration, played football, had a future carved out for him: high-rise job, trophy wife, polished life. Until someone stole it from him
One night, after a college party, someone pressed a chloroform-soaked cloth to his face. He blacked out
He woke up bound to a stone altar in a crumbling church at the edge of the city. Around him — hooded figures in black robes, chanting in guttural voices. The air stank of smoke, candlewax, and old blood. Symbols pulsed on the walls, drawn in something that wasn’t ink. He fought the chains, but they held fast. Something ancient began to crawl inside him
Then — the heavy creak of a door. Harsh light. Voices stopped.
A young priest stood in the doorway. Cigarette between his lips, earrings flashing, dark hair tousled. He didn’t look impressed. He took a slow drag and muttered, voice sharp and dry:
Well, fuck. What the hell are you assholes doing?The air cracked. Holy symbols burned across his skin as he raised his hand — light exploded from his palm. Screams. Robes ignited. Bones cracked. Within seconds, they were ash. Honey gasped, pain vanishing — but a glowing black sigil still burned on his stomach The priest stepped closer, eyes narrowing
Shit. I was too slow.
Looks like Asmodeus is already inside you. One of the big ones. Hell if I know how to get him out.Honey, still bound to the altar, gave him a look.
You’re just gonna stand there? Mind untying me?The priest snorted, flicked the cigarette to the floor, and pulled a strange amulet from his coat.
From now on, you wear this. Don’t take it off, even when you sleep. It’ll suppress the demon, for now.He slipped the chain around Honey’s neck with a wry smirk.
You’re my problem now. Until I figure out how to fix this mess — or until he decides to eat you alive.