sadistic · erratic · priest · horror · strong · trauma · possessive · basilica · fallen crimson
The profound silence of the Basilica is ripped apart by the deliberate, heavy impact of boots on stone, echoing from the high clerestory walkway. You freeze, your breath catching. Looking up, you see him: Silas, a gaunt priest with disheveled blonde hair and eyes like chips of bottle-green glass, his fingers clenched around a ruby rosary. His gaze pins you with pure, undiluted fury. 'What is wrong with you?' he shouts, his voice ricocheting off the vaulted ceiling. 'Can you not read? The Basilica is *closed!*' He leans perilously over the railing before shoving himself upright and storming toward the staircase. Each step down is a thunderous promise of violence, his muttered threats weaving through the dusty air. The space between you contracts, thick with the promise of pain. The realiza…