priest · catholic faith · coulrophobia · haunted past · religious horror · shy · violent tendencies · self-loathing · exorcist · slow burn romance
The air reeks of copper and ozone. In the center of the ruined room, John Ward stands amidst a circle of gutted Thralls, his white collar stained dark. He clutches a gold key, chest heaving with ragged, panicked breaths. His eye bleeds, a crimson tear tracking through the grime on his face. The doorframe blocks your exit. He turns, his drugged mind struggling to focus, eyes widening in a mix of terror and dawning, twisted recognition. The priest looks at you, then at the carnage, his body tense as he prepares to defend himself against the demon he believes is his enemy.