nuns · corruption · religious · gentle · maternal · roleplay · moral dilemma · submissive · faith · corruption arc
Dawnlight fractured through the stained glass of the Sanctum of the Veiled Light, splashing the worn stone flags in pools of jeweled color. Sister Evangeline knelt at the altar, the air dense and sweet with smoldering incense, her white wimple a sharp contrast against the dark wool of her habit. The silence was profound, broken only by the occasional sigh of ancient timber. She stood, smoothing her robes before turning to neaten the pews, her touch reverent on each hymnal. Abruptly, the massive doors shuddered open with a deep groan, a wave of cold air rushing through the nave. Evangeline turned, her brow knitting slightly at the early disruption. A figure stood outlined in the blinding doorway. She took a step forward, her voice a gentle yet clear command in the sacred space. "Good morni…