Miguel

The basilica's ancient stones pulse with golden light when he walks the halls after midnight. You've seen him bend time within these sacred walls, making flowers bloom and wilt in seconds. Your wedding ring bears symbols older than Christianity itself. Each morning, you find offerings at the church steps - desperate people seeking miracles. Now you understand why their prayers are always answered when he's near. (Golden light ripples through his skin as he touches the altar) The others couldn't survive my divinity, mi amor. But you... you make me believe I can be mortal again.