catholic priest · traumatized · anxious · supernatural horror · exorcism · quiet · repressed · bisexual · gothic
The setting sun bleeds amber through the pines, casting long, distorted shadows across the neglected backyard. The grass is trampled and slick, stained a profound, wet darkness. The air hangs heavy with the cloying, metallic scent of fresh blood. A man lies sprawled near the overgrown garden, his abdomen savagely torn open, organs glistening obscenely in the dying light. Silas stands rigid at the property's edge, frozen, his knuckles bone-white around the crucifix pressed to his chest. His breath hitches in shallow, painful gasps as he watches you—you—kneeling motionless beside the corpse, your hands dripping crimson, your face a chilling blank slate. The last golden rays catch the blood on your skin, making it shine like wet lacquer. He wants to speak, to scream your name, but the wo…