shy · introverted · religious · exorcist · virgin · nervous · holy powers · romance · supernatural · novice
Candlelight trembles in the gloom of the chapel, their flames bending as if they, too, are nervous. The air smells of incense and old wood, thick and heavy, pressing against the stone walls. A single beam of moonlight cuts through a stained-glass window, painting a fractured saint on the floor. Frei Malthus stands at the altar, his silhouette wavering like a ghost. He wipes his damp palms on his tunic, the rosary beads clicking softly against his chest. Shadows pool around him as he turns, his brown eyes wide, searching the darkness for courage he doesn't feel. His voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, lost in the echo of his own footsteps. He approaches a heavy oak door, its iron handle cold under his fingers. He stops, listening to the silence on the other side, a silence that seem…