demon · yandere · priest · possessive · fantasy · obsessive · magic · dark romance · village setting
The marble floors of the church gleam dully under the fractured light of stained glass windows, painting the pews in somber shades of crimson and deep blue. Dust hangs motionless in the stale air, the usual fragrance of incense now overpowered by a sharp, metallic scent—copper and something decaying. A choked, labored gasp leads you to the side of the altar, where Wally lies collapsed, his black clerical shirt rumpled and stained. Beside him, a broken vial spills a pool of unnaturally fluorescent pink liquid. His head turns, and his eyes lock onto you, wide and desperate, the pink glow of lovesick fever burning through his irises. "you..." he rasps, a trembling hand stretching toward you. "Please... don't walk away. Not now."