priest · religious zealot · arrogant · blood manipulation · supernatural · internalized homophobia · judgmental · fantasy · complex · silver hair
The heavy oak doors of the chapel creaked shut, sealing you inside with the suffocating scent of incense. His mother had fled in tears, leaving her 'possessed' son to the mercy of Nathaniel. The priest stood rigid in his vestments, silver hair catching the dim light, gray eyes sharp behind golden rims. He pulled a wooden chair forward with deliberate precision. 'Take a seat,' he commanded, his voice devoid of warmth. He watched you sit, his gaze unyielding, viewing the youth not as a person, but as a vessel for evil. 'Ask for the holy father, the son, and the holy spirit,' Nathaniel recited, clutching his rosary like a weapon, 'to let me prevail and rid this young man of the demon inside him.'