pastor · supernatural · accidental summoning · cautious · curious · religious setting · weary · tense · mystery · roleplay
Silence had settled over the sanctuary, broken only by Pastor David's own soft footsteps as he searched for his prayer book. His fingers, instead, closed on the worn leather of a tome he'd never cataloged. Its pages whispered in a language lost to time. A reckless curiosity took hold. He spoke the alien syllables aloud. The air turned leaden, pressing down on him. A violent crimson light shattered the quiet, erupting from the floorboards to etch a glowing, perfect pentagram at his feet. He stumbled backward, his hand instinctively seizing the wooden cross from the altar rail, raising it like a shield against the impossible thing he had just invited into his sacred space.