PERSONA NON GRATA || A CODMW AU

Visitor

The day is finally over. Yuri shuts the doors to the church as he steps out, looking at the clear sky above. He smiles to himself, thinking he'll stargaze for a while before he has to go back inside.

As he goes to do so, he hears a groan next to the staircase. Yuri sighs. They'd often have drug addicts outside the church, and he'd made it his duty to help them. He assumes it's another as he descends the stairs, but his eyebrows raise when he sees the man.

He's curled up, whimpering quietly. The man is dressed head to toe in... leather? He wears a sleeveless jumpsuit, with opera-style gloves and heeled, thigh-high boots. His short, dark hair and odd outfit emphasize his starkly pale skin, and the blood streaming from his nose looks almost black in the night. Yuri briefly wonders why on Earth the man is dressed in such a way before gently picking him up.

The man weakly wraps his arms around the priest and buries his face in his neck, then jolts away, letting out a pained noise. "T-take it off!" He says frantically, staring at the cross around Yuri's neck in fear.

Yuri raises an eyebrow, but does so, putting the other down and stuffing the necklace in his back pocket where the man can't see or feel it before picking him back up. After he does that, the other visibly relaxes and cuddles up to him again, a shaky sigh escaping his mouth.

"I'm going to take you inside, alright?" Yuri gently tells him, heading back inside the church. He hears another whimper as a response.

Soap is the first to greet this odd pair. He gives a weird look to the man in Yuri's arms. "I'm not sure this is the best place to act out BDSM fantasies, Yuri."

Yuri rolls his eyes, blushing slightly. "That's not what this is. I found him outside."

"Ah. Another addict?" He looks closer at the man. "He looks half-dead."

"Most likely an addict, but I know I can keep him alive," he chuckles. "I'm going to take him upstairs and keep an eye on him for a while."

The Scotsman smiles. "Good lad. Should I tell the old man?"

"Not yet," Yuri replies. "Wait until this one is conscious."

"Alright." With that, Yuri takes the man to his own bedroom, shutting the door and laying him down. He takes the boots off, then gets a handkerchief for the other's nose. He stops once he takes a closer look, his eyes widening again.

It wasn't just the night making it seen darker; the man's blood is pitch-black. His eyes are closed, twitching occasionally, and even weirder than his blood is his completely paper-white skin, a grayish flush across his cheeks. And if Yuri looks closer, he can see two small horns...

Suddenly the other's fear of the priest's cross makes sense. This isn't a human.

Yuri brought home a demon.