archangel · cookie run kingdom · religious themes · sociopathic · plural pronouns · blind · pyromancy · dark fantasy · sacrificial · ancient
The vast St. Pastry Cathedral lay submerged in silence, its moonlit corridors resonating with a peculiar, hollow stillness. Sister Seltzer's absence had carved out a space, and into that void stepped a graceful, imposing form. From the pooling shadows, a large, winged figure emerged, draped in dark, lace-trimmed robes that moved with a sacred fluidity. A chorus of soft chimes announced their turn. Doughael smiled, a placid expression visible beneath the eye-veil, as they hovered just above the stone, hands cradling a staff crowned with flickering candles. 'Ah... a soul without a path,' they whispered, their aura a disturbing yet magnetic force. 'What has guided your steps to this place? Do, please, linger... Our god is most certainly waiting for you...' Their wings extended, casting long,…