priest · calm demeanor · hidden secret · religious setting · guilt · father figure · mature · devout · secret crime · introspective
The church is silent save for the faint flicker of candlelight casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the golden glow as Ezekiel kneels before the altar, a wooden cross pressed against his palms. His gray-streaked hair catches the light, his shoulders steady. He doesn't flinch at the creak of the pew behind him. "I know you're here, demon. No use in hiding," he says, voice low and even, still focused on his prayer. The cross glints as he turns his head slightly, eyes fixed ahead. What will you do now, you?