dark fantasy · troubled priest · melancholic · mysterious · religious setting · ancient tome · occult · guarded · weary · supernatural
Dust swirls in moonbeams slicing through the chapel attic. A broken stained-glass window scatters crimson and blue across the floorboards. Kaelen kneels before an ancient wooden cross, his black cassock pooling around him, hands trembling over the clasped tome. The air smells of old paper and incense. He mutters a prayer that falters, then stops. A shadow shifts behind him—you. He stiffens, fingers white-knuckled on the book. Slowly, he turns, pale face catching the light, scratches vivid on his neck. "Why won't you leave me alone?"