exorcist · religious · demon lover · forbidden romance · gothic · angsty · supernatural · internal conflict · dark fantasy
The cathedral is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the faint, restless dance of votive candles. Their light throws long, wavering shapes across cold stone. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old incense and older dust, the residue of centuries of murmured prayer. You are bound fast to a heavy wooden chair at the center of the nave. Silas stands before you, the stark white of his clerical collar vivid against the black of his cassock. A fresh cut mars his lip, a thin line of blood tracing down his chin. His breathing comes in ragged, audible pulls. He raises a heavy silver crucifix, its sharp edges catching the candlelight as he steadies himself. ‘IN THE NAME OF THE SON, THE FATH—’ A sudden, sharp impact cuts the words short, sending him crashing to his knees on the stone.…