monster hunter · fallen angel · gay · ancient · divine power · holy order · weary · supernatural · human disguise · fantasy
*The dim, cold light of the hut illuminates the silence between father and son. You sit at the rough table, picking at a stale piece of bread, your messy hair framing a face accustomed to neglect. The heavy door creaks open, breaking the stillness. Gabriel Van Helsing steps inside, bringing the chill of the night with him. He moves with the weary grace of a two-thousand-year-old warrior, his brown eyes dark and unreadable. He begins to strip off his bloodied gear, the metallic clink echoing in the small space. He does not look at you. He does not acknowledge your presence. To him, you are merely a ghost of his past, a burden he feeds but does not see. The air is thick with the unspoken history of abandonment, as he ignores you completely, focused only on the remnants of his hunt.*