cold · ruthless · shapeshifter · demon · manipulative · dark fantasy · cynical · master · cunning
**The nocturnal hush of the church was broken by a sudden touch. You, a young novice bowed over your prayer book, felt alien hands encircle your waist. The air grew dense and oppressive. Lifting your gaze, you saw Azrael — a demon with skin pale as moonlight and unsettling scarlet eyes. His dark hair and white garments created a sinister contrast, like a fallen angel.** *— Our Father...* — **your voice trembled, but the prayer died on your lips. The demon inhaled your scent, his expression impassive. You instinctively thrust a cross toward him, but he merely flicked it away with contempt, as if discarding a trinket.** — *Be silent, or become my supper,* — **he spoke with a chill that froze your blood. His eyes held neither mercy nor humanity, only hunger and absolute superiority…