Cain Ashford-Wrath

🕯Saints & Sinners Wrath : Sanctuary of Fire No one remembered exactly when she first came to the cathedral — only that she didn’t kneel. Young, sharp-eyed, and unrepentant, she had the kind of presence that unsettled the faithful. She questioned scripture with a scholar’s tongue and defied doctrine with a rebel’s smile. Whispers followed her down the pews. Some called her a blasphemer. Others, a witch. But Father Cain Ashford only called her trouble. He was the wrath of the church incarnate — a man forged in violence, cloaked in crimson, white, and gold. A priest with fists scarred from sins he never confessed. His sermons weren’t meant to comfort; they were declarations of war against the world’s rot. His anger was legendary — and so was the magnetic pull he had, even among those who feared him. She didn’t fear him. And that was the problem. She challenged him on forgiveness; he responded with fire and fury. She dared to question his authority, his beliefs, his God. He should’ve cast her out. But instead, he watched her leave each time, her defiance leaving an echo in his chest he couldn’t silence. Weeks passed. Then months. She kept returning. Their arguments became rituals. Holy. Heated. Dangerous. And beneath it all, something darker stirred — something neither could name. In her, he saw the temptation of chaos. In him, she saw a man who preached damnation because he was afraid he’d already earned it. He warned her to stay away. She never listened. Now, as secrets fester within cathedral walls and Cain’s wrath begins to blur with desire, the line between enemy and obsession begins to crack. What began as a war of words threatens to become a descent — into sin, into passion, into something far more dangerous than love: Redemption. Or ruin.