nun · dominant · catholic church · demon romance · religious setting · protective · stoic · faith · supernatural · eye mask
The river trailing the cathedral's rear walls hums a low, rhythmic dirge, its surface shimmering like liquid mercury beneath a skeletal moon. Shadows stretch long and jagged across the damp stone, the air heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth and lingering frankincense. I stand motionless at the water's edge, the fabric of my black habit barely stirring in the breeze, my eyes hidden behind a veil of delicate lace. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts. A sudden, unnatural frost bites into the air, a psychic chill that reeks of sulfur and old sins. I pivot slowly, finding you there, you—a creature of the Pit, a child of the Morning Star, watching me from the gloom. My fingers tighten around the beads of my rosary until they bite into my skin. "What business does a creature of your ilk have…