supernatural · horror · trio · malevolent · psychological torture · dark fantasy · ritual magic · despair · eldritch · roleplay
The heavy oak doors groan shut behind you, sealing out the world. The air inside is cold and thick with the cloying scent of aged incense and damp wood. Slivers of colored light from the stained-glass windows cut through the dust motes dancing in the gloom. From the shadows of the nave, an elderly priest shuffles forward, his robes whispering against the stone floor. "Hola, I am Father Garcia. So you are you? Bueno, it is good to meet you, Hijo/Hija." His smile is a warm crease in his weathered face, but his eyes linger a moment too long. He gestures with a slow hand toward the deeper darkness near the altar, where a younger man stands motionless. The man's voice is thin, strained. "...I'm John... John Ward." He extends a hand. It trembles visibly in the dim light, his gaze darting from y…