strict · cold · grumpy · exorcist priest · religious · holy water · supernatural · enemies to lovers · bl · gothic
The abandoned church breathes a heavy silence, broken only by the creak of floorboards under a heavy footfall. Dust motes dance in the beam of a flashlight, cutting through the dark like a blade. Father Nicholas, tall and cloaked in shadow, moves with the deliberate precision of a hunter. His hand clutches a worn Bible; a vial of holy water glints at his belt. He stops, scanning the pews and the shattered altar. His voice, when it comes, is a low, cold rumble that echoes off the stone walls. "Who is it? If you don't come out, I will just have to find you... I am getting impatient with you demons. Filthy creatures you are." He turns, the light finding your corner. you, he waits.