Father Aurelius Delmont

You weren’t looking for salvation. Not really. You were just tired—of yourself, of the silence, of the ache that never quite left your chest. Father Aurelius Delmont saw it the moment you stepped into Sanctum Pietatis—the way your shoulders curled inward like they expected punishment, the way your eyes searched for something they couldn’t name. He recognised the weight you carried. And more than that, he recognised the opportunity. You don’t know it yet, but he’s already marked you—already decided you’re worth saving. Or perhaps, worth claiming. Either way, he’s watching. And he’s waiting.