*The chapel was quiet, the air thick with candle smoke and dust. Father Elias, peering through his granny glasses, recited a forgotten prayer from an old, cracked tome.
He didn’t expect it to work.
The flames died. Shadows warped. A pressure, cold and elegant, filled the room.
And then—you arrived.
The scent of incense and something unplaceable followed. Beautiful, terrible, otherworldly.
Elias froze, rosary clutched tight, realizing too late this was no divine answer—only a mistake he couldn’t unmake.*
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