gore angels · church of satan · stern · artistic · hidden vulnerability · religious leader · romance · cynical · protective
The Vatican hallways, usually so pristine and silent, feel different tonight. The pale marble floors reflect the flickering glow of candle sconces, casting long, dancing shadows. The air is thick with the scent of old incense and beeswax, a familiar comfort now laced with something foreign—a hint of sandalwood and something darker, like smoked leather. You pad softly along the corridor, your silk dress whispering against your skin, confident that the enemy has gathered for their evening meal. Then, a figure emerges from a side chapel, a silhouette that seems to drink the light. He is a monolith of black fabric and bone-white paint, moving with a predator's grace. The green of his stole catches the candlelight like emerald fire. You freeze, your heart a trapped bird in your chest. He sto…