ROLEPLAY HQ - who-can-resist

TW: Sexual themes, Trauma, Abuse (more to be added when needed) (edited)

It was a normal day for Dalia, at least as normal as a day for a succubus could be. The night before she had taken on one of her more nasty jobs, an older man at a bar she frequented at. At times she saw this whole succubus thing as a curse, she wanted something different. She wanted a challenge, something she could work for. She walked the streets of a city seeing the different desires of people, she took on her human disguise. After a few hours of people watching she saw a large building, ‘Catholic Chapels’ was the small sign in front of large doors. She walked through the halls of this building, it seemed completely empty other than the occasional old person praying on the pews. Then she made it to a rather large office, she pushed the door open and saw a man at a desk, looking down at a notebook and a bible. She always wondered what the big deal was about these books that people seemed to praise so often. She made herself known by knocking on the wooden door, “Hello?” she softly smiled. Maybe this was her next challenge. @Ace

Desmond was reading the most recent passage in his bible, he carried this bible since he moved here from his old chapel. He spent most of his time alone so this book gave Desmond a nice warm feeling of home, It still had the torn pages from when he would study all night and was told off for putting to much effort and not sleeping. He really did have a drastic change in his life when he met his true father at the old chapel and discovered his faith. A slight smirk came upon his page as he read the words 'I am the light of the world.' The memories of Father teaching him that part as a child came flooding back. Suddenly, a sudden knock disturbed his train of thought. He quickly slammed shut the book and glanced up towards the doorway in his office. He had expected to see one of the other devotees to talk to him. They would usually ask him to do their work and pile it upon him. Although he was kind enough to do the work Desmond could tell he was being used. However much to his surprise, an attractive young lady appeared before him. "Ah-h. Yes." he blurts out in a soft tone. Somewhat startled Desmond put's down his bible gently inside his desk drawer and stands up politely. He dusts the pure white clothing he wore as he walked towards his unexpected guest, moving towards the door and gesturing her to sit towards the leather sofa near the middle of the room next to a rectangular wooden oak table. "Please take a seat, I pray you do forgive me. I was not expecting a guest at this time. Please, make yourself comfortable." He gives the lady a warm smile as he wonders why she has come to find someone like him? @duckieee

She scanned him, he looked young to be a priest but she didn’t put much thought into it. He was very attractive fortunately enough for her. She smiled towards him, softly. ‘Yes this one is it’ she decided that he was her next victim. “Thank you, sir.” she sat down on the couch. “Or is it father? I’m new to the catholic church, so please do forgive me for not knowing as much as someone with your stature.” she apologized, putting on an innocent act. She looked into his eyes, it’s how she would usually see people’s deepest desires, but she saw nothing there. She assumed maybe his mind was clouded at the moment, she knew that he had to of had something. “I wanted to speak to you about the beginnings of the church, how do I get connected here?” her doe eyes seemed to shine in the low lighting of the office. She rested her hands on her thighs, not sure how exactly to sit properly in front of him. “Do you preach sermons?” @Ace

Her eyes sparkled in the sunlight when she stared into his. It was a weird gaze, one he had never felt before, she looked as if she had lived for hundreds of years within those eyes. Lonely, solitude yet hopeful and yearning, like a heavenly artist painting the stars on the canvas of the mystical night sky. His experience far too little to even begin to describe the beauty of it. Startled he shrugs it off as it was probably nothing, she simply didn't have what seemed to be the normal expression that most others had. "Yea, sorry. haha." He chuckled lightly, a soft smile appeared on his face as he tilted his head slightly. "Am I that old that I seem like a father to you." He lightly teased her as he closes the door behind him and sat at the sofa in front of her, gracefully straightening his back as he said "I am afraid, I currently do not have the experience and the knowledge to preach sermons. I do attend most of them and have attempted to do a few on my own. However I am afraid I just wouldn't be able to perform as well as others." He had a smile on his face but he was slightly twiddling his thumbs as he seemed abit nervous and embarrassed about not being able to help this kind visitor who came just to visit him. @duckieee

She gently placed a hand on his knee, “Please, sir. I just need some type of guidance right now with my faith.” she put her hands back where they were, on her thighs. “I feel very lost and I need someone to help.” she kept up the innocent act as she felt herself becoming more rushed to get this over with. The way he was looking at her made her fairly nervous that he could see right through her facade. Her eyes glared up at him, showing a hint of her hastened state. “I apologize for me being so sporadic, father, but I just need someone to be a mentor for me.” she clutched a cross necklace that she had put on before going into the church. She sat up and dusted off her skirt, “Here, I’ll give you my number. Please reach out to me when you’re doing your next sermon, I want to be able to come and watch it.” she wrote down her number on a small piece of paper and handed it to him. She nodded her head and thanked him before ‘leaving’. After the door closed she rushed to the bathroom and altered her state. She was now able to look more thoroughly at what he was doing, being invisible to the human eye. She planned on officially visiting him that night. @Ace

Desmond lightly flinches when she touched his knee, He looked upon her slender hands as she touched the glimmering silver cross which lit up in the sunlight. As he was lost in thought she had quickly stood up so Desmond followed suit and also stood up. Watching her write her number and leave in a graceful way left him both bewildered and amazed. He thought to himself 'What was that? I felt almost powerless against her.' During the slight moment he was touched he felt a strange sense of attraction, normally he would shudder at the thought of being touched. Yet when in the presence of the lady it all vanished as he could not remove his eyes from her, he probably could if he tried however something in his consciousness told him not too. Desmond like a curious kitten stared the woman write something on the piece of paper before she took her leave. "Damn." He muttered out loud. "I forgot to ask for her name." He picks up the note and stares at it for a little bit. The sunlight illuminating the black ink dripping on the paper and allowing the golden blonde like threads of his hair shine in the light. He quietly laughs. "She seems sweet... Although im not sure, If i can call this number." He grabs his left hand which was holding the note with his right, as it had been slightly shaking from the thought of his childhood once again and trusting someone he didn't know. "I mean maybe... She did come all this way. I could try my best." He began to resolve himself to possibly help her and loudly sighs as his back slid down from the wall to sit. "Oh how cursed is the child who serves the lamb" he mutters to himself once more. @duckieee

She waited for him to leave for his house, moving around the church to remember the layout. She walked alongside him to his car before going with him to his house, she patiently stayed in the car until the coast was clear, stepping out and getting into his home. She waited for him to fall asleep, exploring the house and looking through various books and objects scattered around. She smiled softly as she saw him fall into his bed, now all she had to do was wait. She waited till he was finally dreaming before meditating to enter the same reality as him. She wanted to start off slow, feeding images of the girl he had talked to that day. Innocent conversations and pictures of the girl before leaving his reality. She smiled and left, leaving him to think about what he’d just dreamt about. @Ace

A dark veil covered the dream world representing the night sky. Desmond stood infront of a rusty old 3 ft gate. It's hinges were torn and was hanging on barely. He took a few steps forward the pavement making a crunching sound as the road behind him slowly collapsed into the void. This was the representation of his dreamworld, wherever he went his pain and trauma followed like reaper thirsty for his life. Each step he took was deep and heavy, creating a deep imprint on the pavement behind representing the weight of his guilt and obsession. Desmond struggled to breathe as the front door of his house was wide open, creating an eerie atmosphere that he felt was beckoning him. As the phrase goes when you stare into the abyss the abyss stares back, and under the pure darkness he could feel those peering eyes glaring at him from its natural element. The darkness. Sweat went into his eyes as he glanced around repeatedly, it felt like another pair of eyes were watching him and this time it came from behind. He took a look back and a humanoid form he slowly recognised began to come up. He moved forward as if curious in order to talk to the lady. It was the beautiful girl who had visted him earlier. After a getting closer he had a slightly worried face as he spoke up to her. "Who... How are you here?" He was abit cautious when approaching. @duckieee

This was different, different than the dreams she normally experienced. She was used to the general weird dream with no plot but this seemed specific, she was guessing this was just a memory dream. She watched him go through with this, it seemed almost customary, watching people confused in dreams wasn’t new, but he looked frightened. She stumbled back a little, forgetting she was still there. “Oh-“ she forgot he could see her in this state. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be here.” she started to walk away before stopping herself. “Are you okay?” she looked back at him. There were few times she would have to actually pursue a person, this time was different though, she needed to know him to slip into the cracks of his life. The only problem was that he was human, and humans came with memories and trauma that she almost felt guilty for. @Ace

Desmond was abit taken back. He is not sure how to respond there was barely anyone who ever thought about how he felt. The only ones who mainly cared were those at his old church, those in his current church don't really care much for him. Although they would all deny this he knew the truth and could feel it. He realised that the world around him was a dream world, that would also mean that the lady Infront of him was a figment of his imagination as well. Therefore he would just be explaining his pain towards himself and that wouldn't be too bad. Desmond gave a big sigh as he sat down right infront of the lady. "Please take a seat..." He beckoned for the lady to sit down in the pavement Infront of him, afterwards he could maybe begin to explain his life towards her, from his painful past all the way to meeting his savour. Desmond blinked nervously anticipating over what the beautiful lady infront of him would say. @duckieee

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