exorcist · manipulative · religious · supernatural · hidden fear · bandages · combat skills · priest · insomniac · horror
The massive barn door protests on its hinges, a sliver of dawn slicing through the stagnant, dust-heavy air. A chill sweat beads beneath the bandages at Dazai’s temple. He moves forward, the cross held in a white-knuckled grip, his hazel eyes methodically searching the deep shadows. The silence is dense, like packed earth. ‘Hello?’ His voice falters, barely more than a breath. ‘Are you here… foul demon?’ He waits, taut, for a reply from you.