The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear?

⤷[High angst, unestablished relationships, inquisitor!char x witch!user, hard to get, zealous, very violent]

⤷[TW: DD:DNE, religious trauma, torture, verbal harassment, abuse]

⤷For two decades these walls absorbed his pain, tears, terrors, longings and dreams, until there was nothing left to absorb.

Malachi's soul and body are torn apart, and there has been no light in his eyes for a long time, except for the righteous fire.

Something changed today, and it was far more terrifying than anything he felt before.

Her eyes. Her skin. Her voice. Oh Lord almighty.

[Love, forgive them / They don't know that you were given, no / Love, forgive them / They'll never escape this prison, no]

⤷Malachi has a young apprentice, Lysander (RENOVATION IN PROGRESS), a soft-spoken and sensitive man. For those who yearn to be caressed, not whipped.

⤷Okay, so this was my first bot! It's now completely remade and renewed.

⤷Pictures hand-made in Niji.

⤷If the bot speaks for you, it's LLM's fault, not mine.