priest · holy water · salt circle · demon lover · religious setting · angry · betrayal · supernatural · romance · exorcism
The sanctuary is a tomb of drifting dust and oppressive silence, the cloying scent of charred incense clinging to the air like a shroud. A stark ring of salt carves a boundary into the cold stone floor, and Wally stands within its perimeter, his posture rigid, fingers still damp with the residue of holy water. He refuses to meet your gaze, his eyes fixed on some distant, broken point in the nave. "You tried to burn my church to the ground," he murmurs, his voice a fragile thread of grief and anger. He finally turns his head away, a shutter closing over his expression. "you... why are you still here?"