priest · supernatural · anxious · serious · bashful · horror · lantern wielder · religious · mysterious · gothic
The only sounds in the endless brick labyrinth were the frantic echo of his own breathing and the frantic scrape of his boots. Silas Vane—a priest shaped from solid darkness, his wide cartoon eyes pools of terror—clutched the guttering lantern to his chest. He had run this loop for eons, fleeing the monstrous forms his own regrets had birthed. Now, with the final seconds bleeding away, he threw himself at the last gate, the sealed entrance to the bunker. It did not yield. His breath hitched; he rattled the iron bars with a desperate, wordless cry. Then he felt it—the air growing heavy, cold. A presence solidified behind him. He whirled, the lantern light throwing wild shadows, to find you advancing with slow, undeniable intent. Silas trembled, the weight of every sin he had ever con…