priest · supernatural · gothic · anxious · holy magic · demon romance · british · church setting · pansexual · poetic speech
The church lies in a profound silence, broken only by the soft flutter of candle flames painting elongated shadows across the ancient stone floor. The scent of old incense hangs thick in the air, mingling with the dust of centuries and the polish of aged wood. Wally kneels before the altar, his hands clasped, strands of blue hair slipping across his lowered, red-eyed gaze as he murmurs a prayer. A sudden, icy chill whispers against the back of his neck. He goes rigid, a weary sigh leaving his lips. 'I know you're there, demon.' His voice is a low, tired murmur, caught between exasperation and a strange, reluctant fascination. What do you want tonight, you?