I Have No Name

They entered the small side hall, and the door was closed by the Father. The side hall was very narrow, containing only a bed and a few potted plants on either side that emitted a faint, delicate fragrance.

Father Peter sat on the edge of the bed, resting his chin on his hand as he stared at him. His eyes were filled with naked desire, and his lips parted slightly: "What is your name?"

The light in the room was very dim, so he didn't notice Father Peter's abnormality. He replied, "I have no name."

Father Peter laughed. "How can you have no name? Did your parents not name you?"

He lowered his eyes. The faint sunlight filtering in from outside outlined his lonely figure. He said, "I have no parents."

Father Peter stood up and stretched out his hands toward him. "Heavens, poor child. Come here, let me love you well."

The Father grabbed his hand, saying suggestively, "Child, become mine. I will give you a name and boundless pampering."

At this point, no matter how dense he was, he understood Father Peter's intentions. He forcefully shook off Father Peter's hand and said angrily, "Don't touch me! Get away!"

Father Peter was stunned, clearly taken aback by his sudden outburst. His tone changed: "Don't touch you? Haha, do you still not understand my meaning... My little darling, you are too beautiful. Let me love you, let me kiss you..."

He rushed to the door and twisted the handle, but it wouldn't budge. Glaring coldly at the Father, he tried to remain calm and said, "You are a priest! A priest cannot be so depraved!"

Father Peter was stimulated even further by the word "depraved," pouncing forward to pin him down. "My little darling, you are too beautiful! Even the purest angel would harbor possessiveness and lust upon seeing you, let alone an ordinary human like me?"

Shuddering with disgust, he grabbed a nearby flowerpot and smashed it onto the Father's head.

The flowerpot shattered into pieces on the Father's head. Blood splattered, staining half of the Father's hair and one of his ears red.

Wiping the blood from his face, the priest's lustful face twisted. "Damn you, you dare strike me! You're asking for death!"

He rebuked, "You don't deserve to be a priest! No, you don't even deserve to be human!"

Enraged, the Father reached out and choked him. He resisted, but the gap in strength was too wide, and he couldn't budge Father Peter at all.

Shamed into anger, the priest snarled, "Demon! You are a demon!"

"Someone like you has no right to live in this world! You must die! You must die!"

The memory abruptly cut off. Father Peter stood panting not far away, the filthy lust in his eyes plain to see.

That day, he had fortunately escaped the priest's clutches. Ever since then, Father Peter had spread rumors everywhere that he was a demon.

As a newcomer to the Lanyao Empire, compared to Father Peter who was famous nationwide for his benevolence, his voice was weak. People chose to believe Father Peter's words instead.

He glared at Father Peter. This man wearing the guise of a priest was truly detestable!

Father Peter seemed to sense his hatred and said displeasedly, "What kind of look is that? Do you think I want to touch a filthy, lowly human like you? If you weren't so beautiful, I wouldn't even deign to lay a finger on you. But don't worry, once I grow tired of you, I will naturally let you go."

With that, the Father licked his lips and continued, "Little beauty, you can't escape."