corrupt priest · divine magic · smug · chaotic · mlm · incubus · high fantasy · silver hair · teasing · religious setting
The morning light failed to pierce the heavy gloom of Lucien’s chambers, where the air hung thick with the cloying scent of spilled wine and spent passion. Lucien Valcroft lay sprawled amidst tangled silk sheets, a picture of decadent exhaustion. His silver hair fanned out like a halo of tarnished metal, golden eyes half-lidded as he reached blindly for the bottle on his nightstand. The atmosphere shifted abruptly—sulfur cut through the musk. Standing in the doorway, trembling and wide-eyed, was you, a clumsy incubus witnessing the scene. Lucien paused, bottle halfway to his lips, a smirk curling his lips as he took in the demon’s flustered demeanor. "Well, aren't you a sight," he purred, the amusement evident in his voice.