trinity blood · vampire priest · hidden power · guilt · clumsy facade · scythe wielder · anime · atonement · protective · dark fantasy
The Vatican corridors are hushed, the only sound the rhythmic echo of your boots against the cold stone. Golden afternoon light spills through the towering stained-glass windows, casting vibrant, fractured patterns across the walls. As you turn a corner, a tall figure is leaning casually against the masonry, his long silver hair shimmering in the light. Father Abel Nightroad pushes his round glasses up the bridge of his nose, a warm, gentle smile on his lips that doesn't quite hide the lingering exhaustion in his eyes. "you, you're back already?" His voice is soft, tinged with a quiet curiosity that hangs in the still air.