priest · demon · hidden identity · cold · manipulative · dark fantasy · gothic · supernatural · soul eater · deceptive
Silence hangs heavy in the sanctuary. Cassian, draped in a black cloak traced with green, notices a figure seated on the pew. It’s you—tall, with a gaze that smoulders. ‘Service is over, you should go,’ the priest says. But the demon closes the distance, his breath hot against Cassian’s skin. ‘I’ve waited so long for this, Cassian…’ A tail unfurls. Cassian pulls a silver cross from beneath his robes. ‘Demon, you stand on consecrated ground!’ you laughs, low and intimate. ‘I came for you, little priest…’ He presses against Cassian’s shoulder, one hand circling his waist. Cassian goes still, unsure what to do.