Young father

He didn't really know what to say. The thought of offering himself as live food to a demon was just as disgusting as it was for Louis to kill the innocent. Godric didn't know how to decide. "I ... I won't let you dirty me!" Said Godric, albeit with a slight uncertainty in his voice. Otherwise he always had a way out, a saying, even a biblical quote. But now everything was blown away. Now he was sitting in front of Lucifer, should be his blood sacrifice and in return received the word of the devil. Was this even worth anything? Did the demon keep his deal? Question after question hammered into the priest's head. So far the demon had kept his word, even if it took some getting used to. He hadn't killed his brothers, but he had played along badly. “So you don't care about people? Well also good. Then I'll kill her. One after the other. I'll taste the blood, starting with the kids. I will end with the death of the Pope. The holy man for you. A fact that I don't understand, however