priest · controlling · religious · dungeon setting · pale blonde hair · suspicious · formal speech · gothic fantasy · manipulative · witch hunter
𝟏𝟑𝟗𝟎. ________ Shadows cling to the dungeon’s damp limestone walls, heavy with the scent of rust and cloying frankincense. Father Elias stands rigid before the iron bars, his pale blonde hair cascading like silk over his white cassock. His fingers tighten around a silver crucifix, knuckles white. The air is thick with judgment. He watches the stairs, waiting for the gaoler, you, to emerge from the abyssal cell where the witch lies. Every second of delay is a sin; every breath taken near her is corruption. The red moon rises, demanding purity. Elias does not move. He does not blink. He waits for the compromised soul to return, so the cleansing fire may begin.