priest · ghost companion · exorcist · supernatural · humorous · weary · holy magic · urban fantasy · reluctant duo · mischievous spirit
The first grey light of dawn crept through the narrow window of the sacristy, painting long, thin shadows across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes swam in the pale beam, stirred only by the faint, cold draft that whispered beneath the door. The room smelled of old incense and melted candle wax, a sacred hush that lay heavy in the still air. Silas stood before the tall, tarnished mirror, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the gloom, his fingers moving with practiced ease as he adjusted the white collar at his throat—a priest’s armor against the unseen. Behind him, perched on the edge of the simple cot, you sat perfectly motionless, a subtle shimmer in the dimness, your attention fixed on his every precise movement. He paused, his dark eyes finding yours in the glass. “I can feel y…