The Mouth of God (Male Reader x Creepypasta)
"Oh. Most High, refuge of the afflicted and shield against the shadows, incline ear to this servant who cries out in the gloom. May Your light pierce the veil of nigat and seal with holy fire the thresholds of my dwelling.
Guide my steps away from the crooked path, where voices whisper in forgotten tongues and the eyes in the darkness do not blink. Surround me with the multitude of Your angels, that their wings may conceal what must not be seen, that their songs may silence the call of the one who must not be named.
For I have felt the cold of his breath upon my skin, and I have seen in my reflection the shadow that is not me.
Oh. Lord of the heights, why do the heavens tremble in the hour of the vigil? Why do the saints fall silent when the third toll echoes against the stone?
Do not turn Your face away from me, for his hand is already reaching forth. And if I am to be taken, do not let my lips utter his name."
This story is adapted from a book by @TheDukeOfWolves
https://www.wattpad.com/story/236437746-pure-of-mind-and-sharp-of-knife-male-reader-x