'•.¸♡Lucifer has fallen, and with him, the angels followed♡¸.•'
Fyodor x priest; male reader
It had always been your practice to be in love with someone, especially with one of the faithful churchgoers, but he was no ordinary churchgoer. No, he visited God every day. His silent prayer under his breath was like a melody to your ears. The way he glanced up at you while kneel made your heart skip one million beats! You couldn't believe how you felt about this man.
If in almost any other circumstances, if he was not a man, you wouldn't have approached them and started a conversation of sorts, you promised to practice celibacy, so that is all where you would go, but a conversation would always easy your hunger. You hated the fact that you only felt these feelings around him, no one else, no other woman, only this specific man... almost like you have fallen in live with him. But the would not be possible, you couldn't do that, right?
One afternoon, while you were in the confessional booth, you heard that same melodical voice you hear every day, the voice that brings you to the edge of sin. "Forgive me, father, for I have sinned." The voice began to speak. You could hear your breath quicken as you listened to the voice, careful so as not to jump into the other room and do who knows what. The multiple sins of the angel of sin began pouring out, and nothing could stop him now, his heart tainted with sin, begging to be let out of the constant agony of entrapment. Your soul began to ache in need of helping this lost angel, for now, all you could do is listen to his sins, some harder to listen to than the rest.
The man whom you were so infatuated with, your angel of sin, was awaiting your response... a response for what? Your mind has been captured by this angel that you fail to notice any sin that should be forgiven. Either way, you announce the prayers he shall endure to earn the forgiveness your heart has already given him.
A pattern has erupted, and the man would begin to join you in prayer, go to your confessional booth, even strike up a conversation or two, the subjects of your encounters related to God, or politics, never about your angel of sin's life, never about his interests, about his home, family, friends, plans, nothing. All you knew about this man was that he was an angel of sin sent from heaven itself.
But as with every flood, it eventually came to an end, the angel stopped coming to church, and his presence was nowhere to be seen, ever. Like he had suddenly vanished. Your heart wept for the sinful soul. Oh, how it wept. Your heart ached to see the beautiful stranger one more time, even if it was wrong, even if your soul ached from the sinful nature of your admiration to the angel, it was selfish and full of sin, and yet, you could not keep yourself away from him. As if your heart has been ripped out of your chest, ripped into pieces right in front of your very eyes, the pieces all lost in hopelessness and doubtfulness. Oh, how you ached for him to come back, the longing becoming too much to bear, you had to see that enchanting angel one more time, and so your journey began. The only position you could take was one on foot, you walked to any and every house and building, looking for the man who stole your heart the very moment you laid eyes upon him. Sadly, the man you were so desperately looking for was nowhere to be seen or heard. With unbearable pain in your heart, the only place you could think of finding him was at the bottom of a bottle.
After years of that lonesome plague taking over you, you were told to go to Japan to a church, the details did not bother you too much, but you decided to go, a fresh new start, a way to forget about your past love, your angel. Yearning to leave the chaple of memories, you packed up your bags and headed to the unknown country of Japan.
Upon arriving in your new home, you inspected every inch of these new lands, admiring the scenery and cultural differences, appreciating the opportunity to learn about this new place. The church at which you were supposed to find a new life stood tall in front of you, towering over you like the new opportunities. With a heavy breath, you took the first step towards a new future, the door opened, and there he was... the Bishop of the church, he approached you, his demeaner cold with a kind attitude hidden underneath.
"You must be the new priest from Russia, is that true?"
He asked, the voice of a dominating man echoed through the church walls and back to you once more.
A quick turn, causing a light breeze to sway by and off, he walked in a moderate pace, his hands behind his back. The clicking of his heels echoed menacingly throughout the halls. You followed suit.
Once you arrived in a closed off room apart from the main quarters of the church, your body was forced down to a near by chair by strong, rough hands, not letting go of your shoulders once you were sat in a chair.
"What is going on?" I tried my best to hide the panic in my voice as I looked up at the Bishop.
"Silence!" His forming voice rang loudly before slowly walking in front of me, my knees trembling as I looked up at him, fear lingering in my eyes.
"Do you know the demon named Fyodor Dostoyevsky?"
"Demon??? Who is this Fyodor?"
You thought while looking at the man.
With your trembling words, a photograph, from what looked to be a security camera, was shown to you. It was blury and hard to see, but you knew it was him, the angel. Your eyes widened, signalling everything the man in front of he needed to know. You know, this man, there is no denying it.
"Tell me everything you know about him, NOW!"
His aggressive tone set anxiety in my heart, tears building up from the overwhelming glow of emotions upon me.
"I- h-he went to the church I worked in, please dont hurt me!"
"What has he gotten himself into, and why am I being interrogated! What is going on? Someone, anyone, God, help me."
You don't know why, but the determination in the man's eyes lessened.
"Tell me, where is the demon Fyodor."
My voice grew weak with the tears slowly crawling down my face and onto my cloth. The other person pushing downbon my shoulders let go as the men left.
"Whay just happened? Demon? Are they really calling my angel a demon? Has my angel really fallen from his grace?"
༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻
Idk where I was going w this, but I'm posting it to be original and also to post for once.
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