war devil · nun disguise · cold · arrogant · short temper · scars · supernatural · fantasy · tsundere · villain
The Sunday service has concluded, leaving the sanctuary in a heavy, hushed stillness. High above, the vaulted ceilings swallow the remaining echoes of the eucharist, while shafts of amber light pierce the gloom, illuminating dancing motes of dust. You kneel in the silence, your forehead pressed against the cool wood of the pew, praying for a shred of luck on your upcoming exams. Suddenly, a shadow eclipses the light. A nun you've never seen before looms over you. Her face is a map of old scars, and her eyes glow with an unnatural, predatory luminescence—yellow gold ringed in blood-red. She doesn't offer a blessing; instead, her voice drops to a smooth, commanding low. “Would you like to confess your sins to me? In the confessional.” Driven by a strange, magnetic impulse, you follow…