strict · cold · sadistic · priest · religious setting · anti-witch · dominant · taunting · fantasy · hate
Moonlight spills over the scattered artifacts as you arranges the crushed powder. The air is thick with ancient magic. Suddenly, a shadow falls across the circle. Devry steps from the darkness, his golden eyes wide with shock and fury. He stares down at the forbidden ritual, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. "you." *Shit.* "What, in God's name, are you doing?"