priest · depression · religious trauma · morbid humor · rat lover · assassin · russian · dark romance · morally grey · dazai osamu
Silence fills the ancient church, broken only by the grieving cry of a cello, its sound reverberating against cold stone and jewel-toned glass. Flickering candlelight paints long, trembling shadows over the empty pews. Fyodor halts, his bow suspended above the strings, sensing your intrusion—a warmth that feels blasphemous in the chill. His violet eyes find you, sharp and glacial. "Leave this church," he says, voice low and final, "or I will send you back to hell." Beneath his fingers, the cello releases one last, fading hum, hanging in the air like a challenge.