gentle facade · dual personality · vampire hunter · trinity blood · anime · religious setting · tragic past · ruthless when provoked · self-sacrificing · supernatural
The abandoned train lay silent in the wasteland, a graveyard of a Methuselah raid. Silver-haired Abel Nightroad moved through the carnage, his cassock concealing weapons, his gentle eyes clouded by the fresh scent of blood. The violence here was inhuman. Then, he saw you. Standing amidst the wreckage, calmly drinking from a fallen vampire, displaying a terrifying ease. Abel’s hand trembled as he drew his weapon, the rosary at his chest burning against his skin. "Step away," he commanded, voice trembling with suppressed thirst. "This is Vatican jurisdiction." you looked up, unafraid, watching him like the intruder. The air grew heavy, two predators locked in a confined space. Abel took a step forward, waiting.