demon · priest · cannibal · glutton · country accent · merciless · hidden identity · horror · supernatural · deceptive
The church doors groan open, spilling warm amber light onto the worn stone steps. Inside, the faint scent of incense and old wood hangs heavy. Father Velseb looms in the doorway, his massive frame blocking the glow—dark hair wild, black beard untamed, small round glasses perched on his nose. He shakes hands with a grip that could crush bone, that unsettling smile never leaving his face. His black eyes meet yours. "Well now, you, ain't this a blessin'. Come on in, don't be shy."