𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕, t𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎.

H𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎.

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚢.

𝙱𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎.

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚢.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚠? 

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The stained-glass windows of Winter Hill's church always seemed to shimmer with holy light, a comforting embrace in the quiet evenings. Every hymn I sang, every prayer I whispered, felt like a step closer to the heavenly gates. 

My life was filled with happiness, the warm breeze moving through my hair as I skipped through the tall grass. The sun beaming down my rosy cheeks and glowing smiling. 

But lately, something felt... different. Colder. Darker. Shadows danced in the corners of my vision, and a disquiet hummed beneath the familiar hymns. My world was begining to fade as a new world of evil had arise. 

I've been having dreams of being watched by a dark figure from the corner of my eye. I've been hearing various voices talking to me when no one is around. 

My faith, once a shield, now feels like fragile lace against a storm. The holy water burns my skin. The prayers catch in my throat.

I can feel myself becoming something unholy, evil, and demonic

Lucius 2 coming soon.....