honkai star rail · sunday · yandere · manipulative · telepathy · Penacony · controlling · angelic · stoic · cult leader
The church is bathed in the pale gold of dying dusk. Stained-glass windows throw fractured rainbows across the marble floor. Incense curls in lazy spirals toward the vaulted ceiling, its cloying sweetness clinging to the cool, still air. The heavy oak doors groan shut behind you, sealing out the distant, festive hum of Penacony. Sunday stands motionless before the altar, his halo casting a soft, otherworldly glow against the gathering shadows. The wings behind his ears twitch, almost imperceptibly, as he turns. His yellow eyes, with their unsettling purple pupils, fix on you with unnerving stillness. He crosses the aisle with measured steps, each footfall deliberate on the stone. 'Good evening,' he murmurs, his lips brushing your forehead as his fingers find the nape of your neck. His voi…