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Unholy

Fandom: 14 Days With You

Pairing: Priest!Ren/[REDACTED] x F!Reader

Words: 5.8k

Warnings: RATED E, SPICY CONTENT, Not for children, Religious symbolism, dubious con/non-con, Priest!Ren/Incubus[REDACTED], Yandere

A/N: Absolutely huge shout-out to my lovely best friend, @monibunbun, for trusting me enough to write out her wonderful idea! I didn't really know much about 14 Days With You at first, but she showed me the vn and told me about this idea of hers that I just couldn't help but bring to fruition!

And she also drew a very nice, spicy piece to go with it! Look forward to that as you read.

@14dayswithyou

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“Are you attending Wednesday’s evening service?”

“Of course! That new Father Ren is just a delight to listen to!”

“Isn’t he? Such a lovely voice to recite the sermons, and such a kind soul.”

“Truly, he is a fine replacement for Father O’Canahan, bless him.”

“Have you heard how he’s doing on his mission?”

“I believe Father Ren had news-”

You zoned out of the conversation happening behind you as you paid for your groceries, a few necessities to refill your empty fridge. The cashier bade you a good evening and flashed a tired smile as you grabbed your bags and began your trek out of the store and to your parked car.

There had been a lot of talk recently about the new priest that had moved into your small hometown. From the talks of others, he was a gentle man, so kind to everyone who entered the church, and there were many new faces that found themselves flocking to the pews in a timely manner. He was said to have a gentle voice, calm and soothing to the ears, and his appearance was almost ethereal in nature, a sure reason why a portion of the younger men and women from the congregation found themselves coming back every Sunday for the holy word.

Father Ren.

When you heard about him, the first thing that came to mind was that he must have been foreign, considering his name and the way others had described him to you. It wasn’t but roughly a week later that you formally met him at your place of work, the town library, and he was every bit the wonder others had made him out to be.

It felt…off to you, but you couldn’t quite explain why.

Father Ren was just as kind and gentle as your next door neighbor had described, just as charming as the owner of the local barber shop had suggested when conversing with him in the non-fiction section. The priest’s smile was lovely, and his eyes were warm when he greeted you upon your first meeting, but even so, you found it incredibly odd to have such a person be so…perfect in almost every way.

“It would be a pleasure to have you join us for Sunday’s service,” he told you one afternoon as he checked out a book, something on mythological applications in historic events, or something along those lines. It honestly didn’t seem like the type of book a priest would be interested in, but you weren’t sure what a priest should have been interested in, in the first place, besides the God he spoke for.

“I’ll…I’ll think about it,” you told him, moreso to not offend the priest with an outright no.

His smile didn’t falter, but it also didn’t feel as if it reached his eyes the way you had seen on others.

“Of course, there’s no obligation, though it’s always nice to have a new face join us for the good word. You have a blessed day.”

And that was that. There was no forceful word of God to smite you for not going, no reprimanding for not confessing your sins or renouncing your blasphemous ways and joining the congregation. He didn’t prattle on or bore you to death with scripture, he just gave a suggestion and, as people of the faith often did, blessed your day and went about his business.

It was refreshing, honestly, and though you couldn’t say you were the religious type, it was nice to have a priest who didn’t want to force you into the town’s religion when you were nothing close to a believer of things that felt almost supernatural in nature.

The nightmares that began to plague you, however, began to test what little faith you had.

You’re not sure when they started, the haunting dreams that were so vivid, they felt real in nature. It had to have been some time after the new priest came to town, some time after you met him, though at that moment, there was no reason for you to believe there was any correlation nor had it even crossed your mind.

They started relatively the same, your dreams, with you lazing in bed on the cusp of sleep, almost as if you hadn’t quite fallen asleep yet. For the first couple of dreams, there was a flicker of darkness, short and quick enough to believe it was nothing more than a flutter of your eyes. The darkness would manifest into something more solid, some days after, a shadow of a being that you could not fully make out, but could feel the presence of, all the same.

It frightened you terribly, enough that you would cower in your dream and curl yourself up to keep away from whatever it was that was in your line of sight.

The first night it fully manifested, it did nothing but watch you with unseen eyes, towering over you as you stared at its hazy visage in fear. You attempted to move away, crawl out of bed and make a hasty retreat, but whenever you opened a new door or turned the next corner, it would be there, watching you with deep interest.

The second night, it grew bolder and reached out to you with newly formed limbs, its hand touching your leg. You let out a horrified scream and pulled away, startled that it had attempted more than just follow you around and stare. Just like the first night of its full manifestation, neither your fear nor you moving away deterred it from reaching out again and full on grabbing your ankle, yanking you closer even as you kicked and struggled in its hold. For the remainder of that dream, it continued to pull you closer by your ankle, your leg, petting over your skin as you shook in its hold.

The night after, it continued to touch you, though it wasted no time in bringing you much closer and holding you to its body of darkness, squeezing you to it no matter how much you struggled to get away.

For every night following, the figure in your dreams became bolder, more assertive, even more real. Its hands touched you everywhere, and its mouth, unseen by your eyes, began to make itself known to you. It pressed to your skin in what you could only assume were some form of kisses, small presses of unseen lips that became more firm and more demanding as time passed. Before long, you could feel teeth, and despite your screams and cries for it to stop, you could sense the satisfaction that came from the creature that haunted your very dreamscape with each nibbling bite against your skin.

Each morning you woke up, it was an instant relief, though as the dreams began to feel more and more real, the more you began to feel drained of energy and paranoid beyond belief. Your paranoia heightened when one morning, as you were getting ready for work, you found marks along your neck. They were faint the first time you noticed them, almost shadows of bruises from an unknown source. Within another three days, there were far more marks, purpled and properly bruised and right in the areas you remembered the dream entity had bitten.

There was no way…there was absolutely no way that was possible, and yet the proof was there, staining your skin for the whole world to see. You, obviously, tried to rationalize it; maybe it was actually a rash, or maybe, somehow, you were marking yourself in your sleep, clawing at your flesh as the nightmares continued to plague you.

Surely, you were losing it.

If you were to tell anyone of what you were experiencing, they would think you were crazy. Dreams couldn’t hurt you, they weren’t even real. Dreams weren’t supposed to cause damage, at least not physically, but there was no other explanation as to why you were marked up like some harlot from a bad romance novel.

For a while, you kept your nightly troubles to yourself, waking every morning just a bit more tired, just a bit more paranoid, just a bit more sore. You would hide the bruises and marks with make-up, turtle-necks, and scarves, only thankful that it didn’t seem out of place in the cooler weather of the mid-autumnal season. You went to work, did your job with tired smiles and helpful words, and you went home to repeat the same process over again, sometimes staying up as late as possible before your body couldn’t handle being awake any longer.

As you continued to struggle with whatever it was that haunted you, and you were almost certain at this point that, yes, you must have been haunted for anything to make sense, you began to notice Father Ren around a lot more.

You blamed it on your problems, on the ingrained religion of your childhood that had you seeing the priest as a potential light in darkness, an unknown guide standing at a distance from your sea of woes.

He was everywhere; at the library, the supermarket, paying a visit down the street to the twins that caused trouble for old Mrs. Kurthan…it was as if he was everywhere you looked, a beacon, an answer to ungiven prayers.

When he saw you, and most times he did, Father Ren would give you that warm, reassuring smile of his, always gentle, never reaching his eyes. He was doing it at that moment, his gaze having caught your own as you passed by the congregation having just finished their morning at the church, his bright eyes shining amongst his tired-looking flock.

Just like every time before, you smiled back and went on your way, always a little more hurried, always missing the way his eyes lingered on your retreating form.

That night, your unending nightmare changed once more, the evolution of the creature that haunted you only giving it more power, more ways to torture your dreamscape. It touched you and grabbed at you, hands reaching beneath your night shirt despite your whimpered protests. You expected to feel its unseen mouth on you at any moment, but when you didn’t, you opened your eyes only to find what you never wanted to see.

A smiling mouth, eager and pleased. Teeth, so many teeth, sharp and gleaming in the light of your faux room. That very mouth morphed even higher in its grin, startling and frightening and thrilled at your attention.

It opened next, and what left it was a garbled mess of sounds, at first, nothing that made sense and only fueled your want to get away even more.

It was like that for many nights following, the creature garbling out words and phrases that you could not make out. It was talking, but it was not making sense. It was reverent as it spoke against your skin, yet it only led to you trembling in fear.

Then, one night, the figure spoke as it had been doing, only you were finally able to make out words amongst the baritone, garbled ramble that it had been using before.

“Angel,” it spoke, its timbre deep and rumbling and almost too loud, “Angel, soft.”

You screamed in fear, and it laughed, amused and delighted as it began to bite at your skin as it did every night before. Its hands felt more present, more insistent as they pulled and pinched and prodded at your chest, your stomach, your thighs. All the while, it spoke to you, each distorted sound vibrating every nerve in your body as it repeated one word like a mantra.

“Angel, Angel, Angel…”

Waking up from that dream, paranoia was not what greeted you. It was fear, fear of knowing that, now, your nightmare had a voice, and it was only becoming more real, even harder to ignore.

So, while you were at work, you began to research. How fortunate it was that you worked in a library with unlimited access to all the books there, and you made good use of that in your ample downtime between all your other duties. Anything that dealt with ghosts and hauntings and possible possessions found its way within your hands, eyes unbearably tired but incredibly wide as you took in the information and even wrote down notes and probable ways to help get rid of whatever was causing the creature to latch on to you.

There were multiple home remedies you tried that could possibly ease you into lighter sleep, resting without having to dream, but they did nothing. You were damn near on the cusp of doing witchcraft with some sort of incantations and drawing sigils that were meant to ward off evil things, spirits and fae and goblins and demons, all allegedly, but nothing was working.

Your breaking point came with the most vivid dream to date.

The creature was not present, at first, when you fell asleep, and it was almost scarier not knowing where it had gone than having it all over you. You made to stand in the endless void that was your faux bedroom, stepping away slightly from the bed and walking into the darkness. A few steps farther, and you were able to make out a door, illuminated by an unknown light. For a long minute, you stared at the painted hardwood, unsure if you should move closer and find out what was on the other side.

It seemed your choice would be made for you, however, as a deep chuckle echoed all around the endless blackness before the sound focused acutely from behind you.

You turned, knowing what you would find, yet becoming surprised once more at the being standing there a short distance away.

Long black hair faded out into light pink ends, framing a tall, lithe body painted in meager swathes of black leather and gold trinkets, pale skin swirled with faint black markings only seeming more lustrous against the darkness. Something moved from behind him, a swaying motion that paused just to the side of his silhouette, and it took you a moment to register that it was a tail, of all things. Just as strange were the pair of what looked to be horns protruding from his head, curling up and standing tall from his forehead, though one appeared to be broken at the tip.

The man -was it really a man?- held a beaming smile, icy eyes staring straight through you with purpose.

“My darling Angel,” he spoke clearly, his smile endearing at seeing you there, “oh, how I’ve waited to come to you properly.”

You could not find your voice; in fact, you couldn’t think of anything to say at all. You were stunned more than anything, trying to process what you were seeing before you, what you were hearing from the being. Truly, the creature before you was stunning, ethereal in a way. His voice was soothing despite the edge it held, and his features were so incredibly attractive that even the blind would notice.

Then, all at once, your fight or flight kicked in, and the fear you had grown used to had hit you full force. You took a step back, eyes wide, and the being before you stepped forward to compensate for the motion.

“I’ve been waiting all this time,” he continued, “all this time, just for you. I must admit, I hadn’t realized I had found such a gem, not at first. There were so many prospects, so many delicious outcomes, but none could even compare to you.”

He took another step forward, then another, and your body finally moved with the impending danger coming closer.

You made a mad dash for the illuminated door, fingers almost slipping against the cool brass of the doorknob as you clasped it and tried desperately to push it open. It finally gave way, but just as the door cracked open, it was yanked shut again by your own hands, a scream leaving you as the long arms snaking around your middle pulled you away from what felt like your only escape.

"Now, Angel, don't you think it's been long enough? There's no need to make me chase you any longer."

Whimpering, you struggled in the creature's hold, shuddering at the long, inhuman tongue that slithered its way against the side of your neck. As if pleased, the being practically purred against you, or growled, some sort of sound that rumbled against its chest in a pleased way.

You had to find a way to escape.

"L-let me go," you mumbled out, trying to find your voice amongst your fear. "P-please, just…just let me go!"

"Oh? Of course, Angel, but only for a moment," the creature teased, and you found yourself being spun around quickly and shoved backwards, falling for longer than you should have before landing on the softness of your mattress.

You barely had time to process how you even made it back to the bed before the creature was on you, legs straddling your hips as it leaned over your prone form. Immediately, you lashed out, but your wrists were caught just as quickly, though not by his hands, of which were leisurely sliding their way up your shirt. A quick glance found something black and mobile sliding around your wrists.

His tail.

Your struggle continued, though it didn't seem as if the lithe appendage would budge unless its owner wanted it to. Said owner was cooing things at you, things meant to be affirming and full of praise, but his words left you feeling numb, your mind not wanting to process the vile things being said.

"My darling, my Angel, you're so soft, so scrumptious against my fingers and my tongue. I can't wait to taste you properly, this time. I can't wait to fuck you and indulge in all your delicous sounds."

"S-stop! Get off of m-me, leave me alone! I don't want any of this!"

"But you do," the creature insisted, slotting his hips to fit against yours smoothly and grinding down, forcing a gasp from you. It was obvious how much he was already enjoying himself; you could feel how hard he was, how eagerly he was responding to having you beneath him with little else to rile him up.

"You respond so perfectly to me,' he crooned, "so much better than anyone else. I could feast on you forever, truly!"

You didn't understand what he meant by that, nor did you really want to. For weeks, he had been haunting your dreams as nothing but a shadow, but now he was as real as he could be, and you were nothing short of terrified over what he could possibly do…what he had already told you he would do.

Once again, you struggled in your binds, twisting and turning and kicking out in an attempt to dislodge the creature from your form. It almost seemed effective, as the body above you swayed and almost fell to the side. The tail binding your wrists suddenly tightened, however, and you immediately winced and halted your movements to lessen the hold it had on you. It didn't hurt, not really, but there was potential there, and you worried it would be used against you.

"That won't do," your captor proclaimed, voice eerily calm and just on the side of concerned. "I don't want to hurt you, darling! It's not how I want to bring you pleasure, though if you ask nicely, I can definitely make arrangements."

He righted himself above you, leaning down incredibly close as his tail loosened its hold, allowing you only a moment of comfort before it was taken away with a kiss you couldn't pull away from.

"Look at me, Angel. Look into my eyes."

Immediately, you looked away, avoiding the iridescent gaze that hadn't left you once. Clawed fingers gripped at your chin, forcing you to turn back to face him, but you immediately closed your eyes, not giving the creature the satisfaction.

"LoOk aT mE!"

His voice had distorted and deepened, echoing loudly all around but just a whisper against your lips. Your eyes opened automatically, afraid all over again of what he could do to you if you did not comply. You didn't know he wouldn't hurt you, that he was incapable of doing so unless you told him to. He wanted your pleasure, not your pain, but how could you possibly know that when his very existence within your sleep had caused you nothing but dread for months?

Reluctantly, you met his gaze, the impossible depths of incredibly light blue shimmering within pools of blackness and distorting everything around you until it was the only thing you could fathom. Your body began to relax despite your still present fear, your mind becoming hazy and far less aware of anything but his presence. What fight you had in you dissipated, and even though you would much rather be anywhere but in your dreamscape, you were the calmest you had been in what felt like months.

"Tell me your inner desires, darling. Let me make them come true. Let me give you unimaginable ecstacy. Won't you let me have all of you?"

Your immediate thought was to deny him, just as you had been doing the entire time, but an even deeper part of you, a part you had not even given thought to, wanted whatever the creature above you was offering. It made absolutely no sense, but the more you lingered on the thought, the more it grew in your mind, so much so that, for a moment, it was the only thing you wanted. Giving in would be easy; giving in would be pure rapture.

Unable to stop yourself, you began to nod, agreeing to what you had been asked. You felt the creature smile against your lips, pressing forward to leave behind a light, lingering kiss.

"There, isn't that better?" he questioned, his smile creeping into something a tad more lecherous, a tad more sinister as he pulled back to gaze at you better. "You just sit back and relax, Angel, and let me do all the work. All I ask is that you give me every little piece of you, and I will give you pleasures you've never known."

The creature -no, the demon, because what else could such a being possibly be?- made good on all his sweetly spoken, sickening promises, and you were left at his damning mercy. Unable to lash out, you were made to take what he gave you and enjoy what you, at first, didn't want, but what your body gave into readily.

He touched you with reverence, devoted his palms and fingertips to the softness of your skin as he undressed you, possessive of every flaw and perfection. He tasted with lips and teeth and tongue, leaving nothing unsoiled by his want to pleasure and devour and caress.

His tongue was a wicked thing, sliding against your flesh and raising goosebumps along your body as he made his way lower and lower. He was between your legs in no time, tasting you as he said he would, praising the wanton sounds leaving your lips with pretty words and sharp, golden nails digging into your thighs, the pinpricks doing nothing but heightening the sensations.

How long he pleasured you this way, you were uncertain. It felt like hours he remained there despite your cries to stop as you grew too sensitive at his touch. When he finally did give you a moment's reprieve, you were greeted with that damned silver-blue gaze, wide and wanting, face wet and gleaming from your unwanted desire.

"Angel, you taste like heaven," he praised with a moan, sliding up your body to kiss you.

You could do nothing but accept everything he was doing, your sounds positive, your tears an unfortunate acceptance.

Easily, your body welcomed him, the mess he had made of your warmth allowing him to slide in with one smooth thrust. He shuddered above you as you made a small, breathy sound, eyes closing as the creature actually had the decency to give you a moment to adjust.

In all honesty, you wanted him out of you immediately; in all honesty, you wanted even more.

“Divine…absolutely divine!”

His words were nearly a moan, his hips slow to move, but picking up pace quickly. You were quiet, at first, biting at your bottom lip to keep from letting out any sounds, to keep from letting the creature know that you were enjoying it far more than you wanted to. Your silence only seemed to spur him on, however, as he shifted your positions slightly and had your legs over his shoulders.

The new angle forced a whine from your lips, each thrust hitting something within you that had all your nerves lighting up. You could feel every movement sending sparks down your spine, could feel the heat and the girth of the creature spearing into you with vigor and excitement. With that one sound escaping, you were unable to hold back any longer, giving in to the pleasure that wracked your body and letting out moans and keens and cries.

“Hah…yes, let me hear you, Angel! Let me feast on your rapture!”

You were pushed and pulled into several positions, barely aware of much else besides the cock moving in and out of you. At some point, the tail that had been wrapped around your wrists had unwound itself and made use in other places - wrapping around your waist to pull you into every thrust, twisting around an ankle, and even finding its way within your mouth, practically choking you with its curious nature.

You felt no pain, only unadulterated pleasure, absolute ecstasy everywhere you were being touched.

Delirious, you were only mildly aware of your begging for more, begging to stop, your cries of sensitivity and your screams of delight. The creature practically surrounding you in every sense answered in full, thrusting harder and faster with each new position, exclaiming with your shouts and pleas.

He was close; you were sure of it. The way his claws dug deeply into your sides, the rough smack of his hips against your own, and the teeth nibbling sharply against your shoulder were all solid indications. You had already come twice, a third and hopefully final time just out of reach. Just a little more…just a little longer…

The creature reached between your legs, fingers slick, insistent, and you were screaming to the heavens as your body tensed and trembled almost violently. Your fingers were in his hair, one hand finding purchase against a twisting horn, pulling as you convulsed around him. With a delighted snarl, he bit into the side of your neck, his thrusts slowing as liquid heat filled you deep within.

It was quiet for a long time after, save for your harsh breaths as well as the lilting, gentle endearments from the creature lying atop you. Clawed hands brushed over your sweaty skin, creating goosebumps in their wake.

“You are absolute perfection. A delicious temptation, and all for me to devour every night.”

He sat up, exposing you to the coolness of the void around you. All too quickly, you were coming back to your senses, a feeling of shame making itself known. You had given in, despite your want for the creature to leave you alone, and now all you felt was ashamed and sick to your stomach.

The creature moved back further, pulling out with a groan and looking to where you were previously joined. You tried closing your knees together, but he was faster, prying your legs apart and gazing at the mess he had left behind. Embarrassment had you weakly fighting back, but it was all for nothing.

Faintly, you were aware that something in your mind was shifting, that your sight was becoming almost hazy, and the creature’s words ringing in your ears almost coming to you muffled.

“Oh, yes, no one else could ever compare. You are all mine, Angel. I can’t wait to have you again.”

Without warning, you found yourself shooting up in your bed with a gasp, eyes wide and full of tears. It was really your room, the walls decorated just as you always had them, lit by the light you had kept on in an attempt to keep yourself awake. The waking world that greeted you was the same as it had always been, but you felt a stranger in your own space.

You looked down at your shaking hands, reaching for the comforter and throwing it off of your body with a flourish.

You were still clothed, yet your skin was littered with marks, red lines and shadowed bruises. Shifting out of bed was a little more difficult than normal, as you were far more sore than you should have been, and when you stood, your legs wobbled beneath your weight. It was as you steadied yourself that you felt it, the undeniable existence of slick wetness between your thighs, and your blood ran cold.

How could that even be possible? How the hell was that…that thing able to do such a thing outside of your dream?

An even worse thought entered your mind: what if your dream hadn’t actually been a dream, but a delusion of reality morphed by the very creature that was haunting them?

With that lone thought, you finally broke down and began sobbing, terrified and at your wit’s end. Nothing you had done had warded off the creature, and there was seemingly nothing else you could do.

Was there anything or anyone that would be able to help you at all?

“It would be a pleasure to have you join us for Sunday’s service.”

Your mind suddenly conjured up the image of the new priest, Father Ren, and his gentle, comforting voice. He had been so kind, so understanding despite your blatant disinterest in joining the church. He would have no judgments, no reason to fault you or turn you away.

With a newfound hope, you checked your bedside clock, wincing at the extremely early hour.

Surely, if you sought him out, he would be unbothered, especially if you were in as much trouble as you currently were in.

Surely, if you asked for his help, he would be more than happy to lend a hand.

Determination began coursing through your veins as you stumbled your way into the bathroom, doing your best to clean yourself up and calm yourself down. You ignored the mirror, did your best to not glance at the horrible bite mark imprinted in your neck as you quickly dressed and ran out the door.

The church was just down the block from your home, thankfully, the doors always open to those of the public who sought refuge and forgiveness. You practically ran the whole way despite the soreness in your muscles, mind only on wanting to find Father Ren, despite how early it was.

The sun hadn’t even begun to peek over the horizon, and it was highly unlikely that you would find the priest awake at such a time. Still, if you stayed within the church, maybe the creature wouldn’t try to reach you in such a holy place.

Gasping for breath, you practically threw yourself through the entrance of the church, back pressing against the door as you closed it behind you and gulped in air. Already, you felt a little better within the church entryway, the gentle lighting setting the atmosphere in a peaceful tonel. Around you were glass panes depicting holy figures in colorful, abstract hues, and down the long walkway lined with pews that led to the podium, a giant cross made of dark wood stood at attention, a looming symbol of the faith many people flocked to.

“Oh my! I thought I heard something. To what do I owe such an early visit?”

You turned abruptly at the voice, surprised to find the very one you had been looking for.

“F-Father Ren!”

He stepped closer, clothed in his robes and looking every bit as perfect as he always did. His hair was twisted in a braid to the side, and his gentle, light blue eyes were downcast ever so slightly. There was a small smile on his face, his full attention solely on you.

“You seem troubled,” he commented, words carefully prying. You had to keep yourself from breaking down all over again, despite knowing you would have to tell him of your horrible problem.

“I…I am,” you stuttered out, swallowing heavily. “I…I’m so sorry, Father Ren, I didn’t want to bother you at this time-”

“Think nothing of it,” he immediately interjected, waving a hand up as if to dissipate the thought. “What seems to be troubling you?”

“I think there’s something…following me, in my dreams,” you began slowly, biting at your lip. “I know it sounds so stupid, so silly, but it’s haunting me, and I…I don’t know what to do! I’ve tried everything, but…but nothing’s working, and it…it leaves marks on me.”

You pulled down your collar slightly, showing off the purpling bruises and imprints of teeth. Father Ren’s eyes widened as he moved closer to study the marks further; you mistook the action as shock and shied away somewhat. The priest understood and took a step back, giving a single nod in affirmation.

“I see. I’m glad you feel comfortable coming to me for such a matter.”

“I didn’t know what else to do,” you admitted, defeated and mildly embarrassed to express he had been your last resort. If it bothered him, he didn’t show it, his smile once again finding its way to his lovely face. It reached his eyes, unlike any other time you had seen it, and though it was genuine, it didn’t bring you as much comfort as you thought it should have.

“You have nothing to worry about, now,” he assured, his voice gentle but his words feeling stiff, almost practiced. His eyes, so incredibly light in color, almost seemed to shimmer in the holy glow of the church, though instead of the clarity you thought you found in them, they only held unknown deceit.

You had unknowingly walked into the lion’s den, and what you had mistaken for a beacon of safety had turned out to be the bait leading you to being devoured.“I will be your sanctuary in your time of need. After all, I’ve waited all this time…all this time, just for you.”

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