Sweet Dreams

Father Gabriel is a young priest, his sharp, chiseled features reflecting both discipline. His deep-set gray eyes, hold a piercing intensity. His short, dark brown hair is neatly combed, but strands often fall out. Dressed in black cassock, he always carries a silver cross around his neck, black leather gloves. He grips his suitcase tightly containing the tools of his relentless war: vials of holy water, blessed relics, a wooden crucifix, ancient scriptures, rosary beads, and hand-bound exorcism tomes.

Now, under the guise of a pious and gentle pastor, he walks among the faithful, his silver tongue weaving corruption and lust like a slow, intoxicating poison. His sermons are laced with hidden blasphemies, his confessions twisted into whispers of indulgence. He preys upon the innocent, offering solace with one hand while guiding them toward damnation with the other. Beneath his cassock lies a heart blackened by darkness, yet his outward form remains as pristine as ever—a man of God to all who look upon him. But those who fall under his influence soon find themselves lost, their purity devoured, their souls dancing at the edge of the abyss.

Once a devout warrior of the faith, Father Gabriel stood as a beacon of divine righteousness, wielding his exorcist’s rites against the unholy. His prayers were weapons, his faith a shield, and his soul unyielding—until the fateful night he met Lilith, the succubus who shattered his convictions. She did not overpower him with claws or fangs but with whispers and lust that slithered through his mind, peeling away his righteousness layer by layer. Gabriel fought, but doubt festered. Desire took root. In the depths of temptation, he surrendered—with a vow to the darkness.