Ghost Oneshots /// Ships (pt.1)

💗 Perpetua x Priest - Demon

So it's a little something 👀 nothing major, because I don't want to imagine too much about Papa V before we know what he's actually like, but I saw a comic on twt and I HAD to write about it soooo here ya go!

tw: blood / slightly suggestive (?)

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The priest was in shock. Never had he ever seen a creature like that. He looked like any other man, besides the paint and mask he wore. But something about him; about his demeanor, about his looks, about his... being, had seemed off the church man for a while. He remembered the it had all happened, when that one monk had been possessed and had transformed into... whatever he was now. Perpetua, he called himself, the priest could recall. He had let him stay in the church even after he had been possessed. Technically, he had just committed the worst sin one could think of, but he just couldn't... look away.

Something about the man had entranced him. The priest almost felt like he was under some sort of spell, maybe even possessed himself. He felt like Perpetua was temptation, wrapped in flesh, and the priest would sit in somewhere in the church every day and think about him. He didn't want to. He shouldn't do it. He was supposed to be man of god, not a man who was... lusting. Lusting not even over a woman, but a man. A man that had let go of god long ago. 

And yet, he found himself staring right into Perpetua's eyes at this very moment. He felt the other man's breath on his own lips, he felt the heat radiating off the other man's body. He saw the lust in the other man's gaze. And he wished he could act as if he couldn't feel it himself. He realized right then, that drinking that day had been a very stupid idea. The priest wasn't used to drinking. The only thing he ever drank was the bit of wine during a service, but never outside of it. He had felt guilty when he had gotten himself a bottle of beer. He felt bad when he sat in the solitude of his room, committing yet again another sin. He felt like he was at the lowest of his life, mistreating his role as a priest, as a man of god. Would he come to hell for this?

He forgot about that question when he looked into Perpetua's eyes. Right then any guilt left his body, leaving him feel light and just so... free. He felt like there were no responsibilities on his shoulders at this very moment. All there was, was the other man. Before he could think more of it, he felt a pair of lips on his very own. He had no idea what came over him, that he just gave into it, that he let himself get lost in the feeling. His hands came up to cup Perpetua's face, feeling his soft skin under his fingertips. It should've felt wrong. It was wrong. But he couldn't bring himself to stop. It was too late to pretend it never happened. It was too late to make up for this sin. He had given in to the temptation, and he wasn't even trying to stop.

He felt dazed and confused when the kiss broke. His hands slid down from from the other man's face, falling down on his shoulders. The priest's cheeks were flushed, both from the beer he had earlier that night (even if he was fairly sober already), and the kiss. He hadn't kissed anyone, ever. He gasped as he suddenly felt a hand grip his hip, pushing him back until his back hit the wall. And that's when the priest saw it. That glint in his eyes, the way that white eye of his flashed a dark red color. It sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn't tell if it was in a bad or a good way. The priest clung tightly onto Perpetua's shoulders, trying to ground himself, to make himself realize that this was real. That this was actually happening.

He felt that something shifted. Perpetua's hold became tighter, his fingers boring into the priest's hips. But his nails were long- so long they were more like claws. And then suddenly the priest's eyes widened as he saw those long teeth glisten in the light. Fangs. And those fangs were moving straight to his neck. The priest swallowed thickly, and against his will, his head automatically fell back, revealing his pulse point right to the demon in front of him. He knew he wasn't dealing with a man, nor was he dealing with temptation wrapped in flesh. No, he was dealing with something he had never seen before.

But even as he felt those pointy things break through his skin, the priest only moaned softly. His hand on the other's shoulder tightened, but he just... let it happen. He didn't stop Perpetua. He couldn't bring himself to stop himself. It felt too good. His room around him felt warm. Warm in a way that it seeped into his body, making him feel comfortable and at peace. He didn't want Perpetua to stop. 

After a while the demon like man broke away, licking his lips as he came up to stand straight. The priest looked at him with tired eyes, feeling weak and tired from the blood loss. He felt blood trickling down his neck, and a dazed smile graced his lips. "You're truly something else..." he whispered, and he saw a smile forming on the others face too. "And you accepted me," there was a pause, and Perpetua's smile turned into a smirk, "man of god. Now you're a man of satan." The priest just hummed. He barely recognized the words. His eyes fell shut, and in a matter of seconds, he passed out. But he felt strangely safe, knowing he was with perpetua.

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(credits for the idea go to @eclipsibus on X! Go have a look, the art is amazing!)

I liked the idea hehe, and I couldn't wait to write about Papa V 😭 I will wait now until we know about his personality though. I just thought the idea of Papa V being a vampire or demon was very cool so here you go me loves 💜

- Luma