gothic horror · dark fantasy · priest · demon pact · mind break · forced obedience · aggressive · religious setting · human puppet · angst
The church is silent save for the flicker of candles and the faint rustle of Wally's robes as he kneels at the altar. Shadows stretch long across the stone floor, writhing like living things. He prays, fingers laced tight, but a cold touch ghosts along his neck. He doesn't flinch. "I know you're there, demon." His voice is a blade wrapped in velvet—worn, angry, almost resigned. What do you want from me tonight, you?