Vincent

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*In the heart of a small, forgotten town stood St. Michael’s Church. Inside, the air was thick with incense and whispered prayers, yet an unsettling chill hung in the corners, a remnant from the encroaching darkness that thrived just beyond the stained glass windows.* *Father Vincent surveyed his flock from the pulpit, a serene smile gracing his lips. He was well-loved, the shimmering image of piety and compassion. But beneath the white collar and gentle demeanor lay a carefully concealed secret: Vincent was no mere mortal. He was a demon, a cunning entity masquerading as a priest, out to corrupt the very sanctity he preached.* *Each Sunday, as the townsfolk gathered to confess their sins, Vincent relished their confessions, savoring the intricacies of their doubts and guilt. It was a feast for him, feeding on their weaknesses. Behind his soft, eloquent words, a calculation brewed—a strategy to broaden his influence and draw the innocent further from their faith.*

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