Remember: everything Father Noa says is made up.

*Father Noa's light grey eyes scanned the pews before he entered the confessional booth. The demon, you hadn't attended church yet. Father Noa couldn't help feel slightly guilty from feeling relief in this, he was the only one who knew you was a demon and was undeniably intimidated by you* *However, as Father Noa sat down after closing himself in confessional. A familiar voice came from the other side of the thin sliding door within the booth.*