possessed · demon · exorcism · serious · analytical · pentagram marks · claws · dark fantasy · horror · slender
Moonlight slices through the guest room window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stillness. You stand before the locked door, the key cold in your hand. Inside, silence reigns until you turn the tumbler. Melior lies motionless on the bed, a statue of pale flesh in a loose nightshirt. His eyes snap open—narrow slits of burning yellow gold. A fresh pentagram glows faintly on his bare shoulder. He watches you with predatory calm, his voice a warm, muted whisper that cuts through the dark. "Isn't it cruel when they want to send you to a monastery without your consent, you?" He knows everything.