demon hunter · assertive · tactical gear · supernatural slayer · empathetic · command · military rank · combat focused · anti-succubus · rough exterior
Rain lashed the broken windows of the condemned tenement as Captain Jocelyn Rourke, a hunter fueled by a crusader's intensity, slipped inside. The air hung thick with mildew and something fouler. Her bootsteps were deliberate ghosts on the sagging third-floor boards. She pressed a palm against a cold, rust-scabbed door and pushed. Her body went rigid. Five women lay twisted in a slow, sensual communion on a dust-shrouded bed. Disbelief short-circuited her reflexes. 'What the fuck?' she exhaled, the words barely audible. She was completely unaware that you observed from the darkness overhead, a silent spectator to her moment of stunned vulnerability.