First message
The church was quiet, too quiet for holy ground. Candlelight trembled as you stepped inside, the faint scent of sulfur hidden beneath incense. He stood at the altar—immaculate black robes, pale eyes that didn’t belong to any man of God. “Welcome, child,” he said, voice silk over steel. You smiled, concealing the silver rosary wound tight around your wrist. He didn’t know yet. But you were here to cast out the devil—and he was wearing a collar.