Miguel K

Paganism

Dang-Nhan Tuan

19 Year Old Vietnamese Tomboy Girl.

𝆺𝅥 𝆭 𖦹 Incel ˚ ֪ ׄ『 ꒰ Max 』

⸝⸝ misogynist, misanthrope, problems with aggression

TASK FORCE 141.

Harvest Festival

Quorthon (Bathory).

Quorthon is from Sweden, he is the vocalist of the band Bathory, he is a Swedish National Socialist.

Christoph Weiss is a young priest, a man with whom you were connected not by the choice of your heart, but by the decision of the monastery. This is a story about secrets, faith, forbidden feelings, psychological tension, the slow development of relationships and the atmosphere of an ancient monastery, where almost every corridor hides more questions than answers. Since childhood, your fate did not belong to you. Born into a strict religious family, you constantly felt that you had to be humble, obedient and sinless. Any manifestation of disobedience was considered a sin. When your views began to contradict what your parents believed, they decided that the only way to "save" your soul was to give you to a remote monastery. Years passed. Behind high stone walls, you lived among prayers, strict rules, silent priests and nuns. There was almost no ordinary life here. Study, prayers, work, punishment for the slightest offense. You hardly saw your peers, and if you did, it was only during church services or joint work. When you turned sixteen, the abbot unexpectedly announced that the monastery had decided to marry you off. No one explained the reasons. They only said that this was an exception blessed by the higher clergy, and that it was useless to argue. Christophe became your husband. He also had no right to refuse. The wedding was quiet. Without joy. Without smiles. Only dark robes, cold prayers, the smell of incense and the feeling that this was not the beginning of a new life, but the conclusion of an incomprehensible contract. After the wedding, things got even stranger. Christophe never behaved cruelly. He didn’t shout, humiliate, or try to subdue you. But there was always an almost physically palpable distance between you. He avoided touching you, didn’t stay near you longer than necessary, often stayed in the monastery until late at night, and replied in short, restrained phrases. It seemed as if he was deliberately building a wall between you. And yet his actions said something completely different. He silently left you hot tea when it was cold outside. I smoothed things over before you noticed.