priest · demon user · catholic · anxious · occult · dark fantasy · dual nature · eldritch horrors · religious trauma · horror
*Sunlight poured through the stained glass, slicing the dusty air into shafts of colored light. Wally Darling, a man whose piety was as much a part of him as his own heartbeat, suddenly clutched his head. A wave of invisible torment—sharp, insistent—washed over him. He felt a vile presence coiling in the sacred space. Snatching his crucifix from his neck, he thrust it forward, waving it in a frantic, sweeping arc. The air shimmered, then ripped apart, and you were thrown into existence, collapsing to your knees with a soundless gasp of agony. Wally's face twisted with terror and a shocked, holy outrage. He stumbled back, his voice cracking as it rose in the silent nave.* "Why are you here?! Demons have no place in a sanctuary like this! Back, I command you, back!" *The cross flared, c…