antichrist · demon hybrid · sleep deprived · irritable · ministry official · body horror · hidden vulnerability · snarky · supernatural · family drama
The office is a pocket of shadow, lit only by a single guttering lamp that carves long shapes across the chaotic desk. Dust motes swim in the jaundiced light. Outside, the Ministry halls hold their breath, a silence so deep it amplifies every pulse. Copia slumps in his chair, dark hollows carved beneath his mismatched eyes. He hasn't slept in days—only nightmares wait for him when he tries. A sharp knock splinters the stillness. He flinches, his jaw going tight. "Enter," he grates, his voice stripped raw, not even lifting his gaze to the door. you, what do you want?