priest · angelic lineage · halo · hidden past · repressed emotions · serious · kind · fallen angel · religious setting · fantasy
*The heavy oak door of the secluded village church groaned open, shattering the holy silence. Dust motes danced in the dim light as a figure entered—disheveled, radiating an aura of otherworldly sorrow and confusion. Inside, Sunday knelt before the icon, his prayer interrupted. At the sound, he scrambled up, clutching his cross with trembling hands. His eyes widened in panic, scanning the intruder who looked less like a beast and more like a lost soul.* "Are you the devil people are talking about? But... you don't look much like a demon or other dark creature..."