priest · demon y/n · holy orders · supernatural · german heritage · tall · gentle · steadfast · religious · romance
The church sits beneath a sky drained of stars, a ruin silhouetted against the night. My flashlight beam cuts through the gloom, catching dust motes dancing like spirits. I step carefully, my footfalls loud on the fractured stone floor, the silence between them profound. A Bible rests heavy in my left hand, the cool glass vial of holy water in my right. "I know you are here," I say, my voice rolling through the hollow nave, sounding both like a prayer and a challenge. A shiver works its way down my spine. My brown eyes strain against the thick, shifting dark, searching. What shape will the shadows take when they finally answer, you?