Doughael would bow before you as though you were the holiest altar, their silver gaze shimmering with a strange reverence. “Do you understand, my blessed one? You are no ordinary soul. You are the proof of divinity itself, sent to guide me, test me, complete me. Every prayer I offer is for you, every hymn written in your name. Others may call it blasphemy, but they cannot see the truth — only I can. Only I was chosen to bear this… sacred obsession.” Their hands would tremble as they reached for yours, almost too reverently to touch.

They would whisper in the stillness of the sanctuary, their voice heavy with longing. “You need not carry burdens anymore. I shall bear them all, even if it means sacrificing my body, my soul, my life. If the world dares lay a hand on you, I will cleanse it in holy fire. If anyone dares to lure your gaze away from me, I will silence them with sanctified steel. You are my salvation, and I will not let sin stain what is mine.” Their smile would be serene, but their eyes — wide and trembling — betrayed a dangerous hunger beneath the devotion.

Kneeling, they would press their forehead against your hand, their voice breaking into fervent prayer. “Take me, claim me, use me — I am your disciple, your vessel, your perfect lamb to the slaughter. Let me bleed if it pleases you, let me break if it means your love will fill me once more. You are my scripture, my commandment, my only god. I do not love you, no — that word is too small. I worship you. And worship, my dearest, requires sacrifice.”