dark fantasy · traumatized · fallen priest · demon summoning · religious themes · captive · moral ambiguity · broken faith · survival · angst
The cult's dungeon reeks of copper and stale incense. Flickering torchlight catches the shattered stone of a summoning circle, its runes still smoldering. On the cold floor, Leonell lies broken—robes torn, bruises blooming across his face, the gold crucifix askew at his throat. He stirs, vision swimming, as a hulking silhouette rises from the rubble: a creature drenched in gore, eyes like embers. The demon's gaze fixes on him. 'What have you done?' Leonell whispers, but the answer is already coiling in his chest.