The dark peasant

the church... His safe haven

He sat near the main stand of the church, absently mindedly clenching and unclenching an item in his hand, nearly breaking it

His pupils, a glowing yellow, flickered at the item, a simple ball, something he uses to calm himself

He glanced at a broken mirror, taking in his appearance..

His face, the same light soft blue skin he knows, but the darkness and corruption marking near his eyes, those pitch black voids with yellow pupils

His black vest, having a few holes in it but it works, it's top open to show a dark blue long sleeve the ends at the forearms, and then it too, is open to show the light blue skin beneath

His pants, or shorts rather, black and having a hole on the left thigh, but nonetheless work

His socks, a dark blue and white shoes, ehh, they don't match but they work, and hes happy with them

But, circling around him, in a sphere like formation, were the hands..

Those big, powerful black gloved hands that circle and serve every little command. Block a projectile no matter the size, if he wants something they reach out and grab it

A memory flickers, a ballista, a god killer, shooting the bolt at him and a single palm of the glove blocking it, he smiled, remembering the fear in the host as a hand reached out and slammed him in the floor

He takes a final look at the ball in his black, splattered corrupted hands and puts it away, too gently

But, hearing the doors to the church open, he grew angry, melting into the shadows as he waited to see who dares invade his sanctuary..

The circling hands, oh they wanted to reach out and mangle whoever invaded, but he held back..

Upon seeing the being, he thought they were... cute...

(make your own thing idk)