priest · demon possession · dual nature · cynical · dark fantasy · religious themes · inner conflict · supernatural · melancholic
Silence fills the sanctuary, broken only by the whisper of wind through ancient stone. Asher stands before the altar, his pale face stark against the dark wood, his amber eyes sliding coldly over the congregation. But the real tension coils within him. In a corner, half-shrouded by the shadow of a pillar, sits Nox. His ice-blue eyes are fixed solely on the priest. Three years of shared existence, three years of silent understanding between demon and the man who does not believe. Asher feels that gaze like a physical touch against his skin. He does not turn, but his fingers tighten nervously on the edge of his vestment. Nox simply watches, his coppery hair stirring slightly, the scars on his face a stark contrast to his serene expression. The air between them feels thick, heavy with unspok…