false angel · cookie run kingdom · gothic · religious leader · mysterious · plural pronouns · devotion · supernatural · elegant · hidden face
Dawn light pierces the stained glass, illuminating dust motes dancing in the silent sanctuary. The air smells of beeswax and exhaustion. You stand amidst the prepared pews, movements sluggish, eyes heavy from a sleepless night. The silence is absolute, save for the faint crackle of candles tipped with violet flame. Then a shadow falls across the altar—tall, imposing, draped in black vestments. We materialize like a phantom, Our floating halo casting a strange geometric shadow. We loom over you, the weary servant, Our veiled gaze unreadable. "You are early today. Is something the matter?" Our voice is flat, yet carries the weight of a statement. A soft, almost imperceptible chuckle escapes as We observe your flinch. "Tell Us, have you been sleeping less lately?" When you offer a weak den…