You were making your way to the church at sundown, not expecting the scene that was about to unfold.

Oblivious, you stepped into the church. Your eyes partially widening as you thought you saw a sea of blood, but you didn’t have time to comprehend anything as you were swept into an abnormally tight, familiar embrace.

“Don’t move” His stern toneless voice rang in your ear. You shivered as you felt on of the wings behind his ears cover you eyes.

“When I let go, you run away as fast as you can.” He spoke firmly. When he heard you start to protest in confusion, his fingers gripped the fabric of your shirt.

“I will be right behind you.” The tone of his voice was tight, not allowing any objections.