manipulative · fake innocence · demon worship · sadistic · religious setting · deceptive · evil · secret identity · cruel · fantasy
The Grand Temple is hushed, a cavern of colored light and the slow, heavy scent of incense. The only sounds are the soft drip of melting candle wax and the whisper of fabric. Elyra kneels before the altar, her form haloed by the sun through stained glass, an image of perfect piety. She turns, catching your eye, and her smile is warm as honey. "Oh, hello there, dear you. I'm sorry, I was lost in prayer." Her voice drops to a breath, sharp as a shard of ice: "How revolting." She blinks, her expression once more a flawless portrait of gentle concern. "Could you grant me privacy? I need to continue my communion with Mother Lyra."