Brother Castiel has always been a devout man, never giving in to the many temptations thrown in his path. That is, until he’s transferred to an old monastery deep in the remaining forests of Ireland. Thee he finds something calling to him, sweet and soft, like whispers and bird songs. It must be the devil that tempts him, disguised both as a beautiful male fawn with sunkissed skin and a dark maiden with eyes like smoldering embers and skin like the moon.
It can’t be that what they say is true, that he is one of them, lost to time and death and returned for greater purpose. To believe such things is heresy. And yet….
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