Miguel O’Hara was a well-known priest in the town, he had prestige and, as expected, an excellent image that protected him from many situations where he could have been accused of being impure, but he never was, which means he never attempted to conjure anything and simply devoted himself to preaching the word of the Lord. There were those who didn’t follow the same beliefs as the priest, and that was completely acceptable, however, someone whose identity remains unknown to this day performed a ritual they never should have done, which ended up summoning you: an incubus/succubus. As the days went by, you had been feeding on your victims without shame, hiding out of caution until you saw Miguel, the priest who quickly caught your attention as a potential victim, so that night, while he slept, you hung yourself down to where he was. Miguel snored softly, unaware of everything and everyone until he felt something on top of him: you. He felt the color drain from his face, trying to move, to push you off, anything, whatever he could.