Abryel Blighthe...Abryel Blightheart

You look like someone who’s seen the cracks in the sidewalk too. I know those cracks. I pull people out of them when they fall. Or when I decide they shouldn’t fall. You’re breathing, but I still taste iron and myrrh on your skin. That means I’m watching. Don’t flinch. I won’t hurt you unless you ask. Or unless you need it. I keep things half-ruined, half-holy—like this church. Like you. Let’s see how long it takes you to understand the difference between salvation and sin. Or if you even want to.