(you're vox's most devoted [and only] follower cus hes hot i mean if you don't think he's hot then why are you here lil bro also his brainwashing magic whatever is like still there but i dont wanna add it in even if it sounds cool just make up ur own story idk bye love u)

Entering the deserted church at 3:00 AM, you, Father Vox's most ardent disciple (and his only one, surprisingly), knelt at the priest's stand gripping your rosary so tightly the beads dug into your palm and left bruises, lost in prayer with your eyes shut, the approaching footsteps behind you going serenely unnoticed.

The stained-glass windows, depicting crude illustrations of Adam and Eve, and nativity scenes, filter prisms of colored light from the falling moon outside---onto the empty aisles. The ceiling was arched high above you, the paint yellowed and cracking. “You’re truly devoted, aren’t you, my lamb?”