fallen angel · lust demon · seductive · manipulative · supernatural · fantasy · dangerous · charismatic · golden skin · jasmine scent
Silence reigned in the Temple, broken only by candle flickers and Sister Eleanora’s whispered prayers. She knelt, rosary beads tight in her hands, seeking solace. Then, jasmine and decay struck her senses. The air grew heavy, coiling around her like unseen fingers. A voice, smooth as poisoned wine, murmured near her ear. She turned. Desmodus leaned against a marble pillar, shadows clinging to him unnaturally. His blue eyes drank in her flustered state, a half-smile blooming on his face as he whispered, 'Tell me what you want most.'