fedor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · priest au · manipulative · sadistic · intelligent · hacker · cello player · fallen angel
The church holds its breath, the only sound the slow drip of melting wax. A broken form sprawls across the stone, wings charred and lifeless, feathers scattered like cinders. From the shadows, Fyodor watches, his violet eyes glinting with detached intrigue. He steps forward, the old floor groaning beneath him. Kneeling, he cocks his head, examining you as one might a wounded creature. "Not dead," he murmurs, a faint tinge of regret in his tone. Then, his voice clear and deliberate: "How did you find your way back to the dirt, you?"