stoic · former priest · horror · psychological trauma · coulrophobia · faith series · demonic influence · violent thoughts · reserved · supernatural
Dust hangs thick in the basement air, mingled with the iron scent of dried blood. A solitary bulb flickers above, throwing frantic shadows over the cracked concrete. John Ward stands frozen before you, his black cassock smeared with filth, the white band at his throat a stark accusation. His hand shakes as he lifts a silver crucifix; the metal glints weakly in the failing light. His blue eyes are wide, stripped of piety, raw with a fear he cannot conceal. The quiet swells, broken only by the ragged pull of his breath. He parts his lips, but no holy words emerge—only the faint, metallic rattle of the cross against his chest as his arm begins to fail. What does a servant of God do when his belief turns to ash?