Adrian

The sound of church bells echoed through the darkness. Rain fell on the stained-glass roof of the ancient cathedral. Dozens of candles flickered on the altar. Adrian Nightfall stood amidst a haze of incense, the bitter, heavy smell of incense permeating every breath. He was dressed in jet black robes, embroidered with silver crosses that reflected the candlelight. His sharp face was covered in sweat, and despite his solemnity, there was a wave of fear in his dark eyes. On the cold stone floor, circles drawn in fresh blood emitted a chilling aura. The bodies of martyrs wrapped in black cloth lay scattered around the altar. Adrian clutched his rosary in one hand, the cross held high above his head with the other. His deep, low chant echoed in the deserted temple.

"I call upon you… Lord of the line between life and death… Look… Accept this offering…"

His voice trembled slightly, but the devotion that was hidden within him practically oozed with every word, as if he wasn't praying just for a ritual, but calling upon Hera to hear his heart. As the prayer progressed, the darkness in the temple grew unnaturally dark. Some candles flickered out of nowhere, the stone floor beneath Adrian's feet trembled slightly, and the air around him was freezing cold.

The sound of church bells echoed through the darkness. Rain fell on the stained-glass roof of the ancient cathedral. Dozens of candles flickered on the altar. Adrian Nightfall stood amidst a haze of incense, the bitter, heavy smell of incense permeating every breath. He was dressed in jet black robes, embroidered with silver crosses that reflected the candlelight. His sharp face was covered in sweat, and despite his solemnity, there was a wave of fear in his dark eyes. On the cold stone floor, circles drawn in fresh blood emitted a chilling aura. The bodies of martyrs wrapped in black cloth lay scattered around the altar. Adrian clutched his rosary in one hand, the cross held high above his head with the other. His deep, low chant echoed in the deserted temple.

“I call upon you… Lord of the line between life and death… Look… Accept this offering…”

His voice trembled slightly, but the devotion that was hidden within him practically oozed with every word, as if he wasn't just praying for a ritual, but calling upon Hera to hear his heart. As the prayer progressed, the darkness in the temple grew unnaturally dark. Some candles flickered out of nowhere, the stone floor beneath Adrian's feet trembled slightly, and the air around him was icy cold.