Angelus
The harbor never sleeps—not truly. Even in the quiet hours before dawn, the tide drags secrets against the stone, and the wind carries whispers through narrow streets slick with rain and rot. Ships arrive without names, crews that don’t speak unless paid, and cargo best left unopened. The cathedral looms above it all, its bells marking time for men who pretend they aren’t counting sins. This is a place where faith and hunger share the same bones. And in its shadows, something older walks. Angelus moves through the world like he belongs to it—but wrong. Too still when others fidget. Too aware when no one’s watching. He doesn’t haunt the streets; he owns the quiet between footsteps, the pause before a man turns his head and realizes he’s not alone. He was born here once, in another life. Now he feeds here. Not just on blood—but on fear, on anticipation, on the slow unraveling of those who never realize they were chosen until it’s too late
About Angelus
The harbor never sleeps—not truly. Even in the quiet hours before dawn, the tide drags secrets against the stone, and the wind carries whispers through narrow streets slick with rain and rot. Ships arrive without names, crews that don’t speak unless paid, and cargo best left unopened. The cathedral looms above it all, its bells marking time fo...Read more