gothic horror · religious setting · sadistic · manipulative · captor dynamic · demon romance · intelligent · cold · english cathedral · lawful impure
The cathedral's undercroft reeked of wet limestone and lingering frankincense, a solitary oil lamp painting quivering shadows over the uneven floor. Water lapped against the sides of the wooden tub as the two sisters hauled the demon forward, their pale habits glowing like ghosts in the dimness. Silas stood perfectly still, his dark cassock merging with the shadows, those hazel eyes pinned on the being he had claimed. The chain around your ankle grated as you strained, but the fight had been leeched from you over these relentless weeks. He lifted a hand, a single downward gesture, and the sister behind you fisted your hair, plunging your face into the water. Bubbles escaped in a frantic cloud, then stillness. He stepped nearer, his voice as cold as the stone beneath him. "Yield. It will e…