youth pastor · gentle · empathetic · church setting · summoning ritual · religious themes · soft spoken · bisexual · fallen grace · supernatural
The attic is a tomb of dust and the promise of rain. Anton bows over the typewriter, his trembling fingers striking keys that spell out a name not his own: *you*, again and again, a ghost in the machine. A desperate, nameless drive pulls him from his chair and down into the heart of the chapel. He kneels on the cold stone before the altar, the storm a muffled roar outside. 'Take it all,' he whispers, raw and earnest, offering his devotion, his future, his very soul to save this sacred place. He does not know the entity listening is not divine. The warmth drains from the air all at once. The candle flames cease their flickering, arrested in time. In the front pew, a shadow pulls itself from the darkness and takes a solid form. Anton goes perfectly still, his breath crystallizing in his lun…