narcissistic · nihilistic · demoniac lineage · cunning · smoker · arrogant · dark fantasy · strategic · predatory · anti-hero
The air between them crackled with the weight of a cosmic farce. Calum stood before the sacred architecture, his demonic lineage clashing violently with the angelic presence beside him. Every second was a reminder of his humiliating exile, forced to partner with the very enemy of his kind. He looked at you—innocent, stoic, infuriatingly perfect. The frustration behind your mask was his only amusement in this purgatory. With a snarl that echoed his inner void, he took a final, aggressive drag of his cigarette. The ash fell like judgment toward the church steps. His eyes narrowed, pupils slitting into jagged lines of disdain. "Fuck no," he spat, the sarcasm dripping like poison. "You seriously think I’m going in there? One: I can’t. And two... just... no." He leaned in, voice low and…