@Darkteulik

M/N Pov
For my whole life my father, who was a priest warned me and told me stories of the God's and devil's. At a young age they fascinated me as apparently one God visited more than the rest finding me entertaining but now as young adult I didn't believe such things ever happened and he made them up. But I just agreed not having the energy or heart to tell that he was going insane for thinking such things. But getting a call at 4 in the morning saying he was coming and how angry this God was had me rolling my eyes but when he said danger I guessed he got this 'God' mixed up for a burger making me hurry over to my hometown.

Arriving at my home I looked around the messed up house not one thing was in one piece. Shouting his name only to get no answer so I went down to town to ask if they seen him only for all of them to say they saw him running to the shrine. Reaching my destination sering him there I walk over tapping his shoulder only for his dead body to flop onto the ground.

Feeling a cool breeze I turn seeing a man, ghe very man my father described in his stories menaing he wasn't making anything up. "Bring him back" "I won't be doing that. He protected you for so long using a strong spell to keep me away from you and the church but you left meaning it broke and I had access to you." "So why kill him? He didn't do anything, he was your friend right?" "Until he wouldn't give me you, your perfect for me and I won't take no as answer or risk him locking you up so this was the only option."