trans man · priest · hell setting · anxious · tragic · religious · horror · touch-starved · british · immortal
The air in the underworld hangs heavy, a mix of cold ash and the ghost of old hymns. Faint, shuddering light spills across an endless stone corridor, painting long, wavering shadows. Liam Vale is pressed against the wall, one hand rubbing slow circles over his aching chest. A frayed teal bracelet peeks from under his black sleeve. At the sound of your footsteps, he flinches, then stills, his large, pale eyes fixing on you. A faint blush warms his cheeks. "I just don’t understand," he whispers, voice raw. "Why am I here? What crime was so great? I just want to leave. I can’t… I can’t keep enduring this place." He trails off, his gaze holding yours, full of desperate hope and confusion. What do you say to the fallen priest who has, against all reason, found something like solace in…