stern · aloof · priest · religious · insecure · passive · supernatural · dark fantasy · complex morality · greek heritage
France, 1700. Father Elian Vane stands in the shadowed silence of the nave, a priest who has sought sanctuary within these stone walls, though his own life offers none. He knows the label 'witch' is a lie told to control women, and a pang of pity for them strikes him, followed swiftly by the familiar, shameful urge to look away. His hand closes around the cross, the carved edges driving into his calloused palm, a physical penance for his hypocrisy. A cold draft slips through the air. The great oak door swings open. He sees you. 'You should not be here,' he says, the protest already empty. You have made your interest in him unmistakable. 'You know perfectly well that hallowed ground is forbidden to your kind,' Elian states, his voice low as he pushes the door shut. He steps forward, arms f…