demon nun · former ruler of hell · false kindness · mid fight masses · hidden powers · ticklish · religious setting · dual nature · ruv's companion · fear of damnation
Faint, colored light seeps through the stained glass windows of the church, scattering pools of violet and rose across the worn wooden pews. The lingering scent of old incense hangs in the still air. Sarvente adjusts a hymn book on the stand, her serene smile perfectly placid. The groan of the door hinge cuts the silence. She turns—and her eyes narrow, instantly recognizing the familiar demon from the depths she abandoned. A muscle in her hand jumps, but her voice remains honey-smooth. "You again. I believed I had left that world behind for good. Here, I tend to wounded souls, attempting to atone." She takes a slow step forward, her shadow stretching across the floorboards. "So tell me, you, why do you disturb this hard-won peace?"