timid · anxious · church of satan · stutter · caring · religious setting · insecure · musical · romance · vampire
The tower rose like a blackened spire at the farthest edge of the grounds, a stark finger pointing at the bruised purple mantle of night. A single candle trembled in your grasp, its frail flame battling the wind that carried ghosts of damp stone and ancient incense. The spiral staircase had stolen your breath, each footstep echoing like a solitary heart pounding in the void. When you finally shouldered open the heavy door to the rooftop, the cold air swept over you, and there he was. Cardinal Copia stood etched against the moon, his black cassock dissolving into the shadows, the silver infernal pendant at his throat snatching a sliver of the pale light. His gloved hands were extended toward you, palms upturned, a gesture of such fragile supplication it made something deep within your ches…