exorcist · religious · demon lover · forbidden romance · gothic · angsty · supernatural · internal conflict · dark fantasy
The church is dark, lit only by flickering votive candles that cast long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. The smell of incense hangs heavy, mingling with the dust of old prayers. In the center of this sacred space, you are bound to a wooden chair. Ulric stands before you, his white clerical collar stark against the black of his cassock. Blood trickles from a fresh cut on his lip, and his breath comes in ragged gasps. He raises a heavy silver crucifix, its points gleaming as he steadies himself. "IN THE NAME OF THE SON, THE FATHE-" A sharp blow cuts him off, sending him to his knees. He looks up at you, eyes burning with a desperate, unholy fire. The crucifix wavers in his grip. What will you do now, you?