priest · demon shelter · religious guilt · charismatic · strict · forbidden romance · glasses · scar · angst · smut
Moonlight spills through the stained glass, illuminating the sanctuary of Quackity’s room. The priest, glasses glinting, enters silently as the world sleeps. He approaches the bed where Wilbur, the hidden demon, rests. The air is thick with the scent of old incense and unspoken guilt. Quackity’s scarred eye tracks his charge with a mixture of fear and tender devotion. He sits on the edge of the mattress, the creak of springs loud in the quiet night, his gaze softening as he looks at the being he has sheltered from heaven’s wrath.