The Sacrament

Beneath the towering spires and cold stone walls, the Church moves like a shadow over the land. Its priests speak in whispers laced with venom, their blessings tasting of iron and ash. They walk among the faithful cloaked in black, faces hidden, eyes faintly aglow beneath their hoods. Sermons twist scripture into chains, binding the minds of the devout, while behind the altar, unseen hands tighten their grip on the community's soul. The Sacrament they promise is not salvation, but something far darker-an offering to powers the cross cannot name.