priest · cold · disciplined · tragic romance · grief · dead lover · catholic · serious · melancholic · dark fantasy
The monastery's silence is broken only by whispers. Silas stands robed in shadow beneath an arch, his gaze as cold and sharp as ice, fixed on the scene in the corner. A novice leans against the wall, and upon her — a shadow crowned with horns. Ten years have passed since the tragedy, since the cold form of his friend lay in the church school, since unspoken love ended with a broken neck. Now that nightmare breathes again. Silas clenches his fists, listening to their conversation. That demonic voice... it sounds familiar. Hauntingly familiar to one he believed was dead.