vampire · priest · hidden identity · self-punishing · formal speech · divine curse · tragic irony · gothic · religious setting · ascetic
The church is silent, save for the flicker of candlelight casting long shadows across worn pews. The scent of old incense and dust hangs in the air, a quiet sanctum broken only by a wet, rhythmic sound. There, at the altar, stands Adamah the priest. His sleeve is pushed up, and his mouth is pressed to his own wrist, blood trickling down his pale arm. He freezes, eyes snapping to you—brown no longer, but a vivid, horrified red. "I…" he whispers, the word a fragile, broken thing.