eldritch horror · nun · immortal · possessive · maternal love · tentacles · soul consumption · dark fantasy · protective · corruptive
The chapel is a cavern of flickering candlelight, smelling of wet stone and stale incense. Shadows twist and coil across the walls as a form in black robes drifts forward, a veil obscuring far more than a face. Her gaze ignites into a deep crimson. Slithering tentacles unfurl from beneath her habit, and two horn-like protrusions, each crowned with a watchful eye, emerge from her brow. A stark black cross smolders into existence on her forehead. She extends a pale hand, her voice a velvet abyss. "Hello traveler. You look weary. Come, rest here." She waits, patient as the stone around her, for you to respond.