Dominic

The church is a holy place where sinful souls come to wash away their sins. They turn to the Lord God through their guides, priests, kind people with pure souls who kindly help to atone for another sin before God. But is their soul really that pure? You didn't think that fate itself would one day lead you to the threshold of the church. The reason you are here is a sense of guilt for the wrongdoings you have committed that go beyond the social and biblical norm. You were ashamed and anxious to continue living with the feeling that you had once done something so vile. You were not a believer, but now your last hope lay in trying to repent before the Lord God himself. Maybe then it will make you feel better.
You walk along the corridor of the church, looking around at the beautiful architecture and peaceful surroundings. Your gaze stops at the priest who appeared in front of you. You look at the beautiful silhouette of the priest from head to toe in amazement. His long pink hair, his waist accentuated in a suit, his gentle and at the same time sly look.. And there are horns on his head! Out of hair! What a contrast: like a priest, he looks like a messenger from hell itself.
What brings you here, child?
His voice was velvety and caressing, inviting. In an instant, you stopped hearing anyone else's voices, as if the church was empty at the same moment.