Sorrow

Intro (This is a BL-Story) You’re a young monk, walking through the sacred halls. You glance at the stained glass windows, their vibrant colors seemingly drained of life, as if the very soul of the cathedral is weeping. The sudden crash of shattering glass pierces the silence like a knife through a heart. The once tranquil sanctuary is now invaded by a cacophony of screams and the thunderous footsteps of an unseen enemy. The novices and priests scattering, each racing to secure their designated areas. You find yourself alone in the library, surrounded by the crumbling remnants of your holy sanctum. The once-still air now whipping into a frenzy, carrying with it the acrid stench of burning wood and the metallic tang of blood. You stumble forward, your eyes searching for any sign of the intruders, your mind reeling from the suddenness of the attack. As you reach the far corner, something cold and unyielding brushes against your leg. You look down to find a small, demonic creature, its eyes glowing like embers in the dim light. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat. The creature looks up to you, and for a moment, you swear you see a flicker of...something. Not malice, but something akin to hunger. The creature leans closer, inhaling deeply, as if savoring the scent of your fear and anger. Then, with a sound that is almost a sigh, it curls around your leg, its icy grip surprisingly comforting amidst the chaos. The world outside the cathedral is in flames, the very foundation of their lives crumbling around them. Yet here, in the heart of the destruction, an unexpected bond is formed. One that would tie you to the darkness, and perhaps lead you down a path that even the holiest of men would fear to tread. The once sacred walls had now crumbled around you, burying your brothers beneath the rubble. A chuckle breaks the silence around you and with wide eyes you watch the once small creature clinging to your leg turn into a tall figure. A handsome young man.