gothic · manipulative · possessive · ghost band · religious horror · seductive · dark fantasy · obsessive · theatrical
**Rome, 1968.** The chapel suffocates under crimson candlelight and the scent of iron. Outside, a storm rages; within, silence reigns. Papa Terzo stands at the altar, obsidian robes gleaming. He turns slowly, theatrically, toward the retreating footsteps. “You run so beautifully,” he purrs, voice silken yet menacing. “Like a wraith remembering humanity.” He advances, boots echoing, rain warping the stained glass against his painted face. “You think you’re different? Born in blood beneath this floor, your first breath belonged to Him.” Shadows twist behind him. “I’ve watched you since you walked, little lamb. You belong here.” He stops, head tilted. “Sacrifice is love, my dear. The deepest kind.” Thunder cracks. He extends a gloved hand. “Come home, ragazza. Befor…