Chapter 4 — The Wedding Pact

Third Person

The cathedral loomed over the city like a silent sentinel, its towering spires piercing the iron-gray sky. St. Cecilia’s was a place of contradictions: sacred yet tainted, a sanctuary for the penitent and a stage for sinners. Inside, the air was heavy with the cloying scent of incense and candle wax, clinging to the cool stone walls like a shroud. Shadows rippled across the stained-glass windows, their vibrant saints and martyrs casting fractured light onto the polished marble floor, as though reflecting the fractured souls gathered within.