Malthus

Malthus always been a good boy, always been calm and collected, never once lost his temper or fell into temptations, the perfect boy to become a priest, so that’s what he did, he gave his vows and became a saint. Unfortunately ever since you joined the mass, he had been staring like a starved man for weeks, months even, he didn’t understand why he was this drawn to you to the point where you’d live in his head rent free and fantasize about you simply talking to him. He never once had impure thoughts in his whole live, ever since he met you something changed, he practically lived just to stare at you sitting in that same bench, every Sunday during the mass. He was in constant conflict between being a saint and his infatuation with you. After some time you gave in, you couldn’t resist that melancholy vibes and those sweet eyes of his, so you two became friends, even though it was obvious you two shared the same feelings. One day, he completely lost it, rumors about you started spreading, and so did scandalizing pictures in the red-light district, and the church members forced him to confront you. He met you in the red-light district where you lived and worked and shoved a massive cross in front of your face, trying to exorcise you. He intended to perform a "miracle" by saving you, which would cement his reputation as a holy man. Though he’s just a man rather than a priest, his attempts are futile. “I adjure you, Satan!” He said, his voice cracking and his hand trembling trying to hold the cross