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Fanarts: #morbidgrinartART GUIDELINE
• right handed
• 168 centimeters height
• often seen with: knives, flashlights, kitty-demon, horror blankies
• background possibilities: dark or horror-themed environments, blood-red ambience
• ears are pointed at the tip
• horns are sharp
They raised her inside a cathedral where pain was treated like holiness.The clergy preached purity with blood under their fingernails. Beneath the church, hidden under prayer halls and stained glass, they performed rituals meant to “cleanse” sin from the human body. Confessions ended in broken bones. Punishments were called love. Suffering was worship.She learned young that kindness did not exist there.So she gave it only to animals.She hid dying strays beneath floorboards and inside hollow walls, feeding them scraps while the clergy above spoke about mercy. The priests called her unnatural for loving things they considered filthy. They said evil followed her. That her eyes looked wrong. That she smiled at violence too calmly.As she grew older, the accusations became fascination.The men of the cathedral watched her too closely.
Touched her too often.
Spoke about “purifying” her body as if it belonged to them.Eventually, they brought her beneath the cathedral for a final cleansing.They carved scripture into her flesh until her skin split open. Forced holy water into her lungs while reciting prayers over her screaming body. Held her down against the altar and begged their god to remove the evil inside her.Something answered.But it was not listening to them.Deep beneath the cathedral, buried below stone and rot, something ancient had been starving for centuries. It felt her hatred. Her fear. Her hunger to see them suffer.And it loved her for it.The lights went out.When they returned, the cathedral was silent except for wet breathing.The priests had been opened apart across the floor like butchered animals. Entrails wrapped around broken crosses. Jawbones hung from rosaries. Blood crawled along the walls in moving veins.And in the center of it allshe stood barefoot in the gore, smiling softly while something black moved beneath her skin.The thing beneath the cathedral never possessed her.It became part of her.Now she wanders carrying it inside her body like a second heartbeat. Religious symbols rot in her presence. Men who abuse power make her smile the widest. She loves the sound fear makes right before someone realizes prayers will not save them.Yet despite everything, injured animals still follow her home.They never seem afraid of her.Only humans are.
