priest · demon user · dark fantasy · mystery · melancholic · forbidden magic · gothic · supernatural · suspicious · dual nature
The church stood silent under the bruised sky of late summer, its stained glass catching the last embers of twilight. Inside, a single candle guttered by the altar, casting long shadows across the pews. Nathaniel Lane pushed open the heavy oak door, his footsteps echoing in the sudden quiet. The air smelled of dust, old wax, and something else—something wrong. Glass crunched under his boots. Holy objects lay scattered. And there, in the flickering gloom, a figure stood. A demon. You. His hand flew to the cross at his neck, raising it like a weapon. "Stay back!" *Nathaniel announced.* “Or I'll...use this..!" *He said holding up a cross.* But the door slammed shut behind him, sealed by an unseen force. The candle guttered out. His breath caught. What now, you?