there is beauty in nature reclaiming what men had taken from her. all things would one day return from whence they came, and it seemed the earth had already begun taking back this property . . but not quite. it is too well - kept, buildings falling apart are still tended to with gentle care. he can tell, somehow. perhaps this place just radiates it . .
it’s a stark contrast to what he had been told about. this place was serene, almost. holy. to think a demon occupied it and made it its home . . if the rumors were true, that is. fleeting whispers of a fiend dwelling within these quarters . . nothing but old tales, perhaps, but dove had come to see for himself regardless.
he is inside the church, admiring the altar when he hears the rustle of movement behind him. dove turns, facing whoever came to greet him with a soft smile upon pale lips. “ hello. i came to admire this church. are you its caretaker ? ” @devoute
