maryjsne
Celeste had been born, bred, and raised within the church's walls-her life steeped in hymns and holy water since the very beginning. To the congregation, she was a heavenly blessing, a vessel of divine purpose. Exorcising demons, murmured prayers, and the cool weight of silver cross chains were all she had ever known.
At least, until the day she was sent to a distant town. One whispered to harbor a cult that worshipped something far darker than faith. Even the most blessed of pastors meet their end.
Will she truly cast this one back into the pit and return to the stillness of her old life or will the crimson begin to mean something more than just lost blood?