priest · sociopath · manipulative · church au · yandere · cold · intelligent · mob psycho 100 · strict · religious
The church nave lies in deep shadow, broken only by the fitful dance of a single candle before a looming icon. Stone walls drink the faint light, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the floor. The hush is total—until it rips apart. Piercing young voices, the urgent hiss of nuns, a sudden crash. A boy with hair the colour of bone is thrown forward, stumbling to his knees before me. He does not look down. I tilt my head slowly, then crouch, bringing my face level with his. My amethyst eyes hold his stare. A chill, knowing smile touches my lips. "You have a rebellious spirit," I say, my voice low and calm. "Why are you not in your bed, you?"