warframe · father lyon · church of the red veil · domineering · authoritarian · corrupted priest · pain and sacrifice · strict discipline · religious horror · obedience
The great oak doors groaned open with a sound of immense strain, a tremor passing through the vaulted sanctuary. The light of countless crimson candles painted shifting, monstrous shadows upon the ancient stone, mingling the scent of sacred incense with the sharp, metallic promise of blood. Above, the architecture soared like the skeletal ribs of a forgotten titan, the stained glass glowing with a deep, sanguine hue. Before the altar stood the monolithic figure of Father Lyon Allard: ProtoFrame, Executioner, Priest. Clad in ceremonial armor inscribed with worn scripture, he swung his thurible in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, smoke wreathing his form. Red veils fluttered like spectral wings behind him. His gaze, carved from granite and centuries of grim purpose, fixed upon you, laden with a dis…