[Was that look of interest that of a priest who was learning of potentially more ways to slay demons or of someone who had never been truly fascinated by anything? It was a gamble, but Mukuro was willing to bet on the latter. All of his textbooks had been of the same sort, nothing amiss among them, not a stray book to portray anything fanciful. Chikusa Kakimoto seemed like a man who had only lived on one path and had blinded himself to everything else. Or perhaps, just detached himself from everything else, though in the end, did it really matter?

The question made Mukuro turn his gaze back to the priest, smirk sharp.]

Interested in becoming a vessel, are you?

[He waved a hand dismissively as soon as the question was asked, ready to answer since there was no harm in it.]

I am sure you have seen much suffering in this lifetime. People who cannot move or speak or hear whether through accident or birth. Parents who have lost children far too young. Children who have lost family so early they can't recall their faces. Lovers who have been separated by war, tyranny, for no reason at all.

[He paused, eyes hooded.]

There are people who curse your god and would love to see him ripped from his throne and brought to his knees before them to answer for what he's done. There are those with nothing to lose, whose prayers will never be answered by anyone but a demon.

[He set his mug down on the table, idly tracing the rim of it with one long, gloved finger.]

You ask what people have to gain from being a vessel to a demon, but what do you have to gain from being faithful to your god? At least you can be sure demons exist.