#priestpatrick

This year’s Halloween party was a success for Raph. He had enough slaves to complete his sexy religious costume theme. Even if they didn’t win, he still had fun and all his slaves looked amazing. Speaking of, he wondered where Patrick had gone off to. Raphael glanced up at the dark sky, catching a glimpse of the blue moon. He heard the howls of shifted werewolves, wondering if any of those in that haunting chorus were his Mason, his first success. He had a very special surprise waiting for his newest addition back in his suite and he had a feeling it wouldn’t be hard to get Patrick back home from this party given what he was wearing. 

He soon found the priest hiding away from all the festivities. The councilman approached him from behind, leaning in close. “Enjoying the party, sister?” he spoke against his ear with a wicked smile. “Or would you like to go back home and change out of that?” 

When Raphael heard about a priest – a legitimate priest – down in the Undercroft as a new slave, well, he just had to go see for himself. He had a huge religious kink which was probably incredibly corny for a demon, but he didn’t care. He rushed down to the basement, heading straight for the cell his source of intel had told him the slave was occupying. The man behind the bars fit the description he’d been given and he could not stop himself from smiling wickedly as he observed the human. “Forgive me, father,” he said, grasping the bars as he leaned in close, “I have sinned quite a lot. Do you offer private confessions?”