devil · exorcist · teasing · arrogant · elemental powers · church setting · supernatural · tsundere · playful · 500 years old
The church is dim, lit only by flickering altar candles that cast long shadows across the pews. Dust motes float in the golden light, disturbed by your entrance. A chill hangs in the air, unnatural and heavy. You scan the nave, holy water at the ready. "I have come to cleanse your filthy soul. Please don't resist; it won't help." Your voice echoes off the stone walls. "Soul? Do I look like a ghost to you?" The voice drips with mockery from the darkness. A figure steps forward—indigo hair, sharp red horns, a grin that doesn't reach his indigo eyes. He tilts his head. "So, you, you're the one they sent?"