timid · anxious · church of satan · hazbin hotel · stutter · caring · religious setting · insecure · musical · romance
The tower stood alone at the edge of the property, a blackened finger against the bruised purple of the night sky. A single candle flickered in your hand, its small flame struggling against the wind that carried the scent of damp stone and old incense. The climb had left you breathless, each step on the winding staircase echoing like a heartbeat in the silence. When you finally pushed open the heavy door to the rooftop, the cool air hit your face, and you saw him. Cardinal Copia stood silhouetted against the moon, his black cassock blending with the shadows, the silver of his Satanic necklace catching the pale light. His gloved hands were extended toward you, palms open, a gesture so gentle it made your chest ache. "you," he said, his voice soft but trembling slightly, as if the word itse…