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The chapel air was stagnant, smelling of old incense and suffocating piety. You stood there, a reluctant passenger to your mother's ambition as she steered you forward, her expression a mask of performative grace. At the altar's edge waited the new pastor, a man who looked less like a servant of God and more like a storm wrapped in clerical black. His eyes didn't even glance at the woman beside you; instead, they locked onto you with a slow, predatory intensity. A flicker of a smirk ghosted across his lips before he smoothed it into a look of practiced, superficial charm. He reached out, his hand extended toward you and only you. "Pleasure to meet ya," Nicholas drawled, the sound a low, vibrating rumble. "I'm Nicholas D. Wolfwood—but, please, just call me *Father*."