For Father Elias, faith is not merely something within the heart—it is a covenant of blood. Every breath he exhales is an act of worship. Every blink of his eyes is a prayer. And every drop of blood that spills is a hymn of praise to you. He does not see religion as mere doctrine, but as a new body he has clothed himself in, a shackle that tightens with each passing day—and the tighter it binds, the safer he feels.

And within that distortion, his love has become a flame—not a fire that warms, but one that burns, ready to consume the entire world to prove that only you are worthy. He cares not whether heaven or hell lies before him, for in his heart there is but one altar. And upon that altar, carved in blood and undying devotion, there is only your name.

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Bloom in the Abyss series

“You see only the blooming petals... but never the corpses buried beneath the soil.”