Praying for a sinner (A little oc x reader blurb I made for a friend)

It’s odd. I’m kind of too old to be playing silly little party games, and isn’t exploring the woods at night dangerous?, not like my friends would listen anyhow. 

You’re stuck in the woods with your friends after a sleepover got boring, on your way to the old church about a mile into the woods, your friend thinks it’s haunted and the perfect place to play around and do a ritual but still something feels uneasy about that building. As you guys walk in with candles ablaze, it illuminates the high arches and long forgotten glass of the building, it has an eerie beauty to it. 

Following behind your friends, footsteps echoing down otherwise silent marble hallways you find yourself at a sort of odd ease, a sense of warm comfort rushing over like a fireplace in a harsh winter storm as you all reached the end of the hall, standing in the nave of the church. It’s a long walk to get there but heaven forbid chickening out and walking back, so you stay. And aid your friends in drawing the summoning circle with red spray chalk, lighting candles and setting them in each little corner and crevice as the ritual demanded for till you finish and sit in the outer ring with your friends, maybe this was stupid to go along with them?, was this the best idea?.  Whatever, you didn’t have the time to pay that any mind as your friends read off the stupid paper they brought with them, ending with a pause after it all. Seems the little ritual was bullshit.

As if directly taking it as disrespect, you’re scooped up and lifted to a mortifying height, this definitely isn’t Stacy’s boyfriend pissing with you, so who in the hell is it?. You look down to where your friend is, getting mesmerized yet terrified looks to the thing holding you in return.

“What brought you two here to my church?” Spoke a low, mumbled voice, sounding groggy and gravelly, causing fear in your friend to bubble as she runs, what a pussy. 

“Well that wasn’t a very good way to treat your friend, she leave you behind a lot starshine?” The voice asked curiously, maintaining the gravelly low tone, yet somehow it seemed soft. 

“Not always, could you put me down now though?” You questioned the being earning a nod in return 

“Guess I could do that dollface~” he had responded with a nod, setting you down so you could catch a better look at him. 

He was definitely tall alright, he reached about 8’0, possibly 8’2-3 with a slightly chubby build and soft muted lavender colored hair that fell in soft ringlets around his face, it was kind of cute though you wouldn’t admit that to a stranger. He smiles down at you with a soft look, the candles catching a small glimmer to his eyes illuminating his scarred vitiligo patched face. 

“What’s with the staring angel? Do I have somethin on my face?” He cocks his head confused as you looked to him, almost studying him. 

“Who are you?.” You demanded of him, asking as you stared at him still studying him. 

“Judas Plythmoore dear. Still what brings a flower like you here?,” he asked back, a gentile look plastered on his face. 

“My friend, ‘said that this place was good for rituals and she sees people here often.” You shrugged explaining to Judas. 

“Darlin’ the only time I come across people here is when they’re having sex. This isn’t much of a ritual material building” Judas joked trying to lighten the mood of the place as  he picks a candle up. 

“It’s dark though and your friend there ran off with the flashlight so, candle?, I can get you to the edge of the woods but that’s the furthest I know where to go.” He offers, holding a candle to you as he crouched down to your level. 

“Are you crouching to tease me about my height right now? Really?.”  You ask him agitated earning a chuckle and smirk from Judas. 

“Caught me there pumpkin~.” He purred, keeping that shit eating grin plastered across his face at you. 

“Fuck you for that.” You roll your eyes sneering at him and snatching the candle out from his hand earling another laugh from him.

“Name a time and place doll~” He retorts. 

God this’ll be a long walk.