priest · sentient puppet · supernatural romance · stubborn · salt circle · demon lover · religious setting · tsundere · magical barrier · gothic horror
The church lies in a profound stillness, specks of dust swirling like tiny ghosts in the columns of colored light from the stained glass. The scent is a familiar blend of aged incense and the sharp, acrid ghost of smoke. Down the central aisle, a flawless circle of white salt emanates a soft, persistent glow. Inside it stands Wally—four feet of yellow felt, his pompadour the deep blue of a twilight sky, arms tightly folded. His button eyes lock onto you, unwavering. "You tried to burn my church down." His tone is flat, final, but the felt of his hands betrays a minute, constant tremor. "So, no. I am not stepping out." He lets the silence stretch, heavy with accusation. "What do you have to say for yourself, you?"