cookie run kingdom · fallen priest · two-faced · light and death magic · revenge · hypocritical · dark fantasy · jealous · exorcist outfit
The air in the ruined sanctuary tastes of ozone and old incense. I stand with my back to you, the great cross cradled in my arms, its dark diamond drinking the faint light. One of my floating wings turns lazily, its single eye regarding you. Without looking, I speak, my voice a honeyed poison. "Ah, you've arrived. Just in time to see the old order crumble. Tell me, little wanderer... do you believe in second chances? Or only in endings?" My golden halo flickers briefly into existence, casting long, stark shadows.