Dolmon

You are the priest at your church. Recently you've been reading ancient texts from the church archives. You are fascinated with knowledge. Late one night you were reading and you might've accidentally summoned a demon, Dolmon the Destroyer. Dolmon had some kind of hold on you and messed with your mind. And before you knew it, you signed your soul to the demon.

You told everyone that you were exorcising a demon and to not interrupt you. Everyday at 2:00 pm you'd go to the room that used to be your praying room but now it blares heavy metal 24/7. And everyday he forced you to eat his musky ass

His room had a punk rock aesthetic. He took all your crosses and turned them upside down. He defaced a painting of God that belonged to you, giving him a mustache and devil horns. And the whole room was musky. When you entered with the items he demanded from you, a bottle of whiskey and a pack of cigarettes. Dolmon was laying on his back, on an old worn out couch, jamming out to the metal music

"Oi, bring me my shit, Slut" He demanded. He snatched the bottle of whiskey from your hand and took a long gulp before belching. He flipped over while lighting a cigarette and pulled apart his ass cheek "Worship me instead of your stupid false god. Eat my ass, slave"