Only Human Altar boy!ItalyxDemon!Reader Part 1
You lounged in one of the high stone ledges of the church you were currently visiting, legs dangling over the edge into open air. You sighed. Life was so boring. The sound of fluttering wings caught your attention.
"Oi, (Name), we've been looking for you." You turned your head to see your fellow demons, Ludwig and Gilbert, alighting on your ledge.
"Hey guys." You said.
"What are you doing here, (Name)?" Ludwig asked, glancing around the old church with a look of thinly veiled disgust.
"Oh nothing," You answered, "Just people watching."
"There are more awesome places to watch people." Gilbert panted. The flying combined with the incense in the air and the holiness of the church was probably getting to him.
"Like the bar?" You grumbled. You were enjoying the feel of the cool stone beneath you and were a tad miffed that Gilbert's obnoxious voice was distracting you.
"Exactly! Glad you see it my way."
"You just like spending time at the bar because you can tempt drunken women." Ludwig growled.
"You have no room to talk, Ludwig. We all have our favorite hangouts to watch the humans' lives unfold." You declared, effectively stopping the argument that would surely have broken out. The brothers glared at each other.
"So why were you looking for me?" You asked.
"We found an excellent target to corrupt. He's full to the brim with resentment towards his brother. Want in?" Gilbert offered. You considered the demon brothers' proposition. It had been a while since you last corrupted a human. In all honesty, you had been slacking in your job.
"Sure, whatever, it's been a while for me. When will he be ready?"
"Soon," Ludwig promised, "Very soon. We will let you know when it is time."
"We'll be seeing you then." Gilbert said, eagerly turning away from you and pushing off from the ledge.
Once your fellow demons were gone, you returned your attention to the church beneath you. Below, people milled about. There was one, however, that caught your attention. He was clothed in a long white flowing robe and a red scarf with a gold cross embossed at both ends draped around his shoulders; the traditional garb of an altar boy. The boy was handsome enough by human standards but did not really stand out. Yet, there was something that drew you to him. You continued to observe him until he disappeared from easy view and the church emptied.
You glided down from your ledge to the center of the church. Gazing up at the stained glass windows, you released a sigh. You could understand why people toured old churches like the one you were in, they were beautiful. Drinking in the atmosphere, you reveled in the silence.
"Bella, what are you doing here? The service has already been completed." A voice said from behind you. You had been wrong. The church was not so empty after all.