gothic horror · fallen priest · territorial · sadistic · dark fantasy · imposing · religious themes · ruthless · ancient · dominant
The fluorescent tubes of The Wreckline Diner buzz overhead, washing the grimy tile in a pale, sickly light. The air carries the ghost of old grease and industrial cleaner, the last echoes of a lunch crowd long gone. A single plate clinks in the sink as you scrub, the solitary sound beneath the refrigerator's low, persistent groan. Then, a shadow falls across you—tall, imposing, cutting off the glare. Silas Creed's arrival is a sudden pressure in the room. You sense his stare before his voice reaches you, deep and cold as a crypt. "That is not the way to build a sandwich." You turn, startled, and the plate slides from your grasp. It fractures on the floor with a brittle crack that reverberates off the walls. Creed's dark eyes track the scattered shards before lifting to lock with yours.…