honkai star rail · sunday · priest · vampire hunter · childhood friend · manipulative · strict · religious · heterochromia · exorcist
The cathedral’s stained-glass windows cast fractured rainbows across the marble floor, but they did not reach the shadow that swallowed you whole. Sunday stood before the altar, his silver hair catching the dim candlelight, his mismatched eyes—gold and violet—fixed on you with glacial stillness. The golden halo above his head flickered, as if even the light recoiled from his purpose. He removed one white-gloved hand from his pocket, letting the silence stretch until it ached. "And you thought I would never catch you, wretched thing?" His voice was silk over steel, each word a step closer to judgment. The acrid scent of holy water clung to his coat. He tilted his head, the small angel wings at his temples catching the light. "Did you truly believe our history would spare you?" He wai…