Thread: Confessions of Lust [SecretInsanity + KimahriFan26]

While the good man was having difficulty in his prayers and sermons, the tavern down in the small, rural town had its own set of problems. Problems regarding the much more serious issues of sex and hedonism. Heh, nice doing business with you boys. The man flicked his long hair out of his face and smiling as his 'clinetele' left the room. It was almost too easy in this town, the men were almost begging to let their pants down and get straight to business. He arrived only a few days ago and he already had built a sort of fanbase, something that pleased him endlessly. Of course, the guys had no idea who he was and the teeny danger it put them into. The man stood up and walked up to the door, clicking it locked so that he would not be disturbed and examining himself in the slighty dirty mirror. The man was tall, lean, with decent body and a great lower member, it seemed that this was the kind of man that drove the others crazy. He smiled as his form changed in the mirror, turning into a shorter being with black scales and fiery red eyes. He loved his life, he would come to a town, have his way with the men for both pleasure and some life energy and let them off...no doubt feeling incredibly drained and tired the next day. The demon stretched lightly, he loved his lifestyle, as an incubus he normally would be sleeping with women in their sleep and taking their soul away to his boss. Such a duty seemed stupid and boring, what fun was there to bone some stupid bitch and take their soul? Seducing men was much more fun, and killing them only ended that fun. He figured that if he was one of the lowest ranked demons in Hell, what was the point of even trying? After all, living in the human world was muuuuch more fun and satisfying and true enough, not a single soul in Hell was aware of him being missing. His smile in the mirror was halted when he felt something he had never felt before, it wasn't smelling sheer human lust which he usually did but almost as if someone was pointing him in some direction. Curious, the incubus looked out the window of his room and looked up the hill where he was getting a strange reading. Up on top of the hill was what looked to be the church of the town, he had heard of it before as it was highly corrupt and using its influences to keep people in poverty and under their thumb. Though he hated churches, for some reason he had a feeling he should be there right now. Darius quickly shifted his form back to a new form so that his previous clients not try to follow him and wore a simple shirt and slacks before heading out of the room and heading out to the town. The town seemed empty, as usual on a Sunday night when everyone was supposed to be praying for God to save them or something. Soon enough, the incubus found himself at the steps of the church, he quickly took a peek inside through one of the windows and saw a single man at the steps trying to pray at an alter. Darius smirked lightly, he seemed troubled by something...and growing deep within him was something he knew quite well....pure, sweet lust. Darius smirked lightly, this priest was so far off the deep end that he just snuck in and kept his eyes on him. Quickly the man stood up, and the demon vanished from view, luckily being able to hide himself from humans he had not bounded over. Quickly he stepped foot inside a small box, and he was instantly aware of where he was, a confessional booth, he had been in there several times before when it came time for....certain things but instead he was just trying to hide for a bit. An attempt that fell a bit short when the confessional door closed behind him, leaving a grand slam echoing all throughout the halls. The incubus sighed and became visible again, already knowing that the man's attention was already received and that hiding would do nothing. Well well then, a little set back...but we'll see what fantasies you have....dear father.