✞ My Forever Priest - Pico x Keith (BF)

✞ 𝗖𝗛.𝟯: 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩

"Are.. you lost?" The blue haired priest said, walking towards Pico slowly. He examined his wings and gasped.

"I've been.. banished, from my home." Pico sighed. He folded his wings in shame and looked away as the priest approached him. He stood in front of Pico with no fear with a serious face, then a stinging pain was felt on his cheek as an audible slap echoed through the hallway.

"Quit the act, you'll get over it soon." He sternly said. Pico hissed from the pain and held his cheek. He looked over to the smaller male, who was glaring at him. He turned away and walked down the hallway.

"W-What the hell was that for?!" He yelled, alerting the priest. He turned around quickly and a wave of light magic was struck to Pico. Not wounding him in any way, just knocking him over.

"Get your act together, and i'll allow you to enter this sacred place." He said, closing his bible and smoothing out his robe. He sighed and walked away, now disappeared from his sight.

He sat there, completely stunned. A priest, using magic? It was impossible for priests to have magic according to his past priest. He took deep breaths and calmed himself down. He walked outside, a small drizzle of rain touched his skin. He looked around and it was quiet, with only leaves rustling.

He walked back in the hallway and leaned by the pillar he woke up in. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Already missing his home, he quietly cried in his sleep. Dreaming about his mother and father, hugging him just like the good times.

The dreams faded, now only just darkness filled his head.

He awoken, finding himself in a comfortable room with only dim light. He sat up and looked around. He saw a bookshelf with all kinds of books and notebooks. A cross on the door hung there and lanterns placed on both nightstands. He noticed a frosted glass window with small plants on the shelves.

He saw a note on the table. He stood up and walked to the table to find a note in neat calligraphy. Written in ink.

'These are your clothes for the night. Don't do anything weird.'

At the corner of the paper, was a small arrow with his first intial. which was a 'K'.

He saw the clothes which were clean pajamas, a green shirt with black sweatpants. At least it was a bit modern in this church, not too boring or dull.

He left the clothes there and went down the hallway. Seeing light, he approached it and saw staircase going down to the main level. He saw white carpets with outlines of gold. He went down to see a giant cross on the wall, and saw the priest on his knees. Praying.

He did the sign of the cross before sitting up and closing his bible. He ruffled his hair and turned around to see Pico, standing there as if he was watching him this whole time.

"I see you're finally awake." He said, brushing the dust off his hands.

"Wh- Oh, yeah." He muttered. Awkwardly, he walked over to the priest. The usual untrustworthy glare was shot again right back at him which made him nervous.

"Err.. I'm sorry for how I was just then." Pico apologized. The priest's face calmed down, now a face of caring and trustworthiness. "It was just hard for me."

He felt sympathy and so he hugged Pico, completely the opposite of what he expected to react. He hugged back with a tear running down his cheek.

"It's alright, i've been in your place." He said, smiling while his eyes were half open. He kept hugging him due to Pico's uneasy breathing. Knowing that he was crying, he patted his back to reassure him.

"Let it all out," He whispered. Closing his eyes and listening to his small whimpers and cries. He rubbed his back and felt his grip get loose.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom?" He calmly said, walking to the altar and placing his bible on the table.

"That would be nice.." Pico said, wiping a tear. He followed him down the halls, again with dim light. They came across a big library with a big chandelier.

"I never got your name," The priest said, ruffling his blue hair.

"Oh, my name is Pico." He said, looking around at the isle of bookshelves filled with all sorts of books.

"My name is Keith, you don't have to be formal in front of me all the time." He said, walking down the isle and brushing more dust off. "I'd hate it if it was too formal in this church."

Pico chuckled and soon they stopped at the bathroom. Keith stepped aside and allowed him entrance to the bathroom.

"Here it is, if you get lost along the way back, follow the crosses." Keith said, walking away. "You'll get used to this church soon enough."

He walked in the bathroom and washed his face, he looked at his reflection and brushed his hair back. He looked tired, from the crying he did. Especially in front of the priest.

He walked out the bathroom and explored the library. He went down the isles of books and picked one out. It looked old and worn out. He brushed the dust to see a silver cross on the cover with satin letters, spelling 'bible'.

He brought the book along with him and felt an uneasy aura around him. It felt evil, and dark. Full of nightmares. He started to sweat out of nervousness and did as Keith told. To follow the crosses.

He heard a faint feminine giggle. The path he walk with Keith became more familiar and so he kept going. He walked faster, feeling that same aura getting stronger and stronger.

He reached the main room and looked at the altar to see Keith talking to a nun. The aura was strongly felt, once he noticed her. They both glanced over to him and sent chills down his spine.

The unusual nun, looked over to him with a sinister look, eyes sparking red as she looked at him directly in the eyes.

"So, this was the boy you were telling me about?"