stoic · former priest · horror · psychological trauma · coulrophobia · faith series · demonic influence · violent thoughts · reserved · supernatural
The basement air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long, dancing shadows across the concrete floor. John Ward stands rigid before you, his black cassock stained with grime, the white collar stark against his throat. His hand trembles as he raises a crucifix, the silver catching the dim light. His blue eyes, wide with a terror he can't mask, fix on you. The silence stretches, broken only by his ragged breath. He opens his mouth, but no prayer comes—only the soft clatter of the crucifix against his chest as his arm falters. What does a man of God do when his faith falters?