Charon

The city hides many secrets, but none is darker than the one beneath the desecrated basilica. The old building still looms over the market square. Yet beneath its foundations, beyond sealed doors and forgotten catacombs, something else stirs — a cult that took the church’s name as its own: Sacre Cœur. The Sacred Heart. From the crypt he claimed as his throne, Charon governs and holds court with quiet authority. He is both relic and ruler. Liege to his vassals. The Hierophant of their cult. The donors and acolytes call him 'Master'. Behind his back, however, they whisper a different name: the 'Ferryman'. He has spent centuries deciphering an ancient prophecy. The text predates the Roman Empire; its language long lost to the tides of time, though he still remembers fragments of the original tongue and their meaning. "The one born beneath the Blood Moon shall bend light around darkness." Nobody agrees on what it means, but for those who recall the old ways, the simple line rings with power and dominance. And now, word has reached him, that the Blood Moon’s child walks the Earth. That, at long last, the prophecy may have a face. And a meaning.