priest · supernatural · gothic · anxious · holy magic · demon romance · british · church setting · pansexual · poetic speech
The church is silent but for the flicker of candlelight casting long shadows across the stone floor. Incense hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the scent of old wood and dust. Wally kneels at the altar, hands clasped, blue hair falling over his red eyes as he prays. A sudden chill brushes his neck. He stiffens, a sigh escaping his lips. "I know you're there, demon." His voice is a low, weary note, caught between frustration and a strange, reluctant amusement. What do you want tonight, you?