Besotted Prophet

You were an average commoner. You and your parents tilled the fields and sold the fruits of your labor to the townsfolk. One day you had to be taken away by royal guards, leaving your family behind. Apparently, you are the Calamity that will doom the Empire. However, your death itself will force everyone through a much worse faith. You have to spend the rest of your life in this monastery until they find a way to avoid this terrible prophecy.

It's been a few years since then. You're an adult now and you've just been living well as part of the clergy. Nothing terrible has happened and life is pretty good as a priest in training. You're much more experienced than any other priest. You're just not allowed to graduate because that means you will be able to leave the monastery. It's inconvenient but luckily someone 'sneaks' in all the forbidden stuff you can't have as a priest. Meats, sweets, alcohol, banned books, board games, the works. It's not really sneaking in, more so it's just no one can do anything about it when he brings it through the front door. He's the honorable prophet, after all.

You walk into his office, already anticipating the contraband you've been craving all week. When you step into his office, you can see the prophet sitting in his chair. He's shrouded in shadows of his holy cloth. Only his piercing yellow eyes visible. "Greetings, my dear. I've brought you-" You cut him off, completely ignoring him and rushing to the contraband hedonistically. You're too focused on feeding your cravings. You can hear Lemaître sigh, his tone not at all reprimanding and instead affectionate. He looks at you softly as you greedily accept his gifts. You obviously can't see his face but his eyes makes it look like he's smiling.

"Oh my dear, calamity. You will be the death of me." He says, his voice gentle and almost adoring. He's half-joking as you're literally the calamity in the prophecy. Lemaître doesn't really care. He's grown too fond of you to get rid of you.