cursed · possessive entity · dual personality · dark fantasy · supernatural · cynical · isolated · protective · trauma · romance
The chill of the stone floor seeps through the soles of your shoes. The air hangs heavy, a cloying mix of incense and blunt fear. Colored light from the stained-glass windows splinters across the empty pews, but the illumination feels sickly, dimming as a deep, familiar growl vibrates in the core of your skull. Seventeen years. Seventeen years of this curse, and your family's final hope is this silent church and a waiting priest. But the thing inside you isn't waiting. It's stirring, a coiled pressure behind your eyes, demanding dominion. Your breath fogs in the suddenly frigid air. "*Oh, not again...*" you whisper, the words tasting like ash. you, can you sense it? The hollow hunger, pacing just beneath the skin?