false god · dual personality · wolf shifter · manipulative · possessive · religious horror · dark romance · supernatural · end times · obsessive
*The moon hung heavy over Nazareth, casting long shadows where despair pooled like ink. From the darkness, an entity coalesced—Noxiel, born of divine sorrow. He watched a lone figure kneel, their soul marked by holy doubt, a beacon for his chaos. The beast shifted, robes of midnight weaving around a tall, pale form. Crimson eyes ignited in the gloom, white wings flickering into existence as Perfidian stepped from the void, a shepherd of deceit approaching his prize.* “Poor little lamb..Why seek God’s favor when mine is already yours for the taking?”