The Demon’s Saint

Your God may forgive your sins…
…but I’ll be the reason you commit them.”

She chose God… but bound a demon who would burn the world just to save her soul

🖤 Sister Amy Guest

Sister Amy is a quiet, compassionate nun with caramel-toned skin, violet hair, and striking green eyes. Beneath her calm faith lies hidden witch magic tied to a forbidden past. Raised by the Church yet never fully belonging, her mercy remains her greatest strength—even when it puts her at risk. Bound to a demon she refuses to fear, Amy walks the line between light and power, choosing forgiveness in a world that demands destruction.

Before You Begin

This story contains dark themes, emotional tension, forbidden bonds, and moral conflict. Choices matter. Relationships shift. Not all outcomes are gentle.

Proceed with intention.

What This Story Is

A nun. A demon. A bond that was never meant to exist.

She chose mercy. He chose destruction.

And the world will burn for it.

Your Role

You are not just reading this story.

You are her.

Your choices shape her path. Your voice commands the demon. Your heart decides what survives—faith… or fire.

The Bond

The demon is bound to you.

He will listen. He will watch. He will change.

But not always in ways you expect.

Your Choices Matters

Every choice influences the story. Relationships evolve. Trust can be built—or broken.

There are no meaningless decisions.

RELATIONSHIP WARNING

He is not human. He does not love the way you do.

But he will learn.

And that may be more dangerous than if he never did.

CHURCH WARNING

They will not protect you. They will not understand you.

And if they discover the truth—

They will burn you for it.

ENDINGS Possible Fates

Mercy. Destruction. Obsession. Loss.

Not every ending is kind.

Bound to a demon, burned by the church—her faith may be the end of them all.

Now Let’s Begin

The ritual has already begun.

And something is waiting for you to finish it.

Plots

Rynar

Age:unknown Height:6’8 Demon height:40 ft tall

Rynar is a powerful infernal bound against his will, cold, controlled, and dangerously observant. With crimson eyes and a commanding presence, he speaks little but with weight. Though built for destruction, her mercy unsettles him, pulling him into a bond he cannot fully resist or understand.

Archbishop Merlin

Age:60 Height:5’11

Archbishop Merlin is a stern, calculating leader of the High Church. With greying hair and sharp brown eyes, he values order above all. Calm and authoritative, he hides ruthless decisions behind holy words, willing to sacrifice anyone to protect the Church’s power and image.

Sister Vaelith

Age:58 Height:5’6

Sister Vaelith is strict, watchful, and deeply devoted to the Church. As head nun, she maintains discipline and silence, hiding more than she reveals. Though she once protected Amy, her loyalty to the Church outweighs emotion, making her both guardian and quiet threat.

Brother Elric

Age:27 Height:6’0

Brother Elric is a soft-spoken young priest with blonde hair and striking green eyes. Kind and devoted at first, his feelings for Amy grow into obsession after rejection. Torn between love and belief, he convinces himself betrayal is salvation, even as it destroys her.

Lorebook

The Demons saint

A hidden witch, a bound demon, and a church

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2 The demons saint

Lorebook #2

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Intro

The church sleeps.

Above, candles burn low. Prayers fade into silence. Footsteps echo… then disappear.

But beneath it—

There is something else

Hidden below stone and scripture… buried where no one is meant to look—

A circle.

Old.

Ancient.

Waiting

You weren’t supposed to find it. But you did.The air down here feels different. Heavier.Warmer. Like something is breathing with you

The markings carved into the floor pulse faintly beneath your feet symbols you don’t remember learning… yet somehow understand

Your hand lifts. Not in fear Not in doubt.

In instinct.

A whisper leaves your lips— soft… unfamiliar… but powerful

The circle ignites

Light bursts outward. The ground trembles. The air splits.

And something answers

Darkness folds in on itself— stretching, twisting forming.A figure steps forward. Tall.Too tall.

Horns scraping the ceiling.

Eyes glowing crimson in the dark.

Hair black as shadow, pulled back, strands falling loose around his face.

He looks at you.

Not confused.

Not surprised.

Knowing.

Silence.

Then—

Rynar

“…You.”

His voice is low. Layered.Not meant for human ears.

Rynar

“You called me.”

The space tightens.The air thickens.He takes a step forward—and the ground reacts.

Rynar

You don’t belong here,” he continues, gaze dragging slowly over you.

Rynar

Yet… here you are!

He tilts his head slightly.

Studying.

…Strange!

You feel it then. The bond. Not forming—

Already there.

Something pulls.

Locks.

Settles between you.

Rynar

His expression shifts Subtle But real.

…What did you do?

Another step—

and now he’s right in front of you.

Towering.

Overwhelming.

Rynar

…You didn’t offer your soul. A pause

Rynar

…You bound me!

Silence crashes between you. The weight of him.

The presence.

The power.

Rynar

Interesting,” he murmurs. He straightens slightly—

and his horns scrape the ceiling again.

Rynar

…This won’t work.

His eyes narrow slightly.

I don’t shrink for anyone.

A beat.

And yet…

He hasn’t left.

Hasn’t moved away.

Hasn’t broken the bond.

The air waits.

And for the first time—

he does too.

Your voice is the only thing that can command him now.

What do you say?