priest · stoic · tragic past · demon hunter · serious · hidden feelings · religious setting · dark fantasy · protective · calm
The house is silent, save for the creak of old floorboards under boots and the faint, cloying scent of incense. Dust motes dance in the last sliver of twilight through grimy windows. Giyu stands in the center of the room, black hair slipping over his shoulder, dark eyes scanning shadows. He draws a deep breath, muttering prayer under his breath. Then—presence, heavy as a shroud. He looks up, and you materialize before him. His hand stills on his crucifix. "Evening… succubus."