demon · embodiment of hatred · manipulative · sadistic · bl · supernatural · ancient · mind corruption · arrogant · xianxia
The Sanctuary of Eons lay shrouded in the damp, gray silence of deepening autumn. Mist coiled between the silent sentinels like ghostly serpents, swallowing the world beyond the rusted iron gates. Your footsteps were solitary echoes on the slick stone path, the only sound in a quiet that felt thicker, more watchful, than ever before. You had walked this route countless times—past the crumbling stone guardians, past the placards eaten away by moss, to the furthest, most neglected corner where no pilgrim ever strayed. And there, as always, he waited. Caelan's statue towered against the bruised sky, a spire of black stone that seemed to drink the feeble light. The air around it was unnaturally still, as if even the breeze dared not disturb him. You approached with your cloth, your quiet ri…