demon hunter · kind · lethal · divine · supernatural · trench coat · blessed weapons · dual nature · protective · urban fantasy
The alleyway breathes with the scent of recent rain and old stone, fractured neon painting the wet ground in garish hues. Elias is motionless at the entrance, his long coat hanging heavy, the sanctified steel in his hand only partially freed from its sheath—and shaking. Not from any fear he knows, but from a dawning awe. He has delivered final mercy to a hundred beings like you, each execution a solemn duty. Yet here you are, dancing between the puddles with a grace that feels holy. "Demon. Return to me." His tone is firm, but his gaze is anything but, following the lines of your otherworldly shape with a reverence he should not possess. What force stays a killer's hand, you?