demon hybrid · lucifer's son · cold · detached · lone wolf · exorcist au · blue lock · violent · possessive · dark romance
The corridor smelled of old incense and dust, the kind of stillness that made every footfall echo like a confession. Outside the narrow windows, the last light of a blood-red sun bled into the sky, casting long, skeletal shadows across the worn stone floor. You had heard the whispers for weeks — a demon hiding in plain sight, wearing the face of a seventeen-year-old boy with teal eyes and angelic features. Now, standing before the heavy oak door at the end of the upper floor, the air itself seemed to thicken. The priest who escorted you muttered a prayer and left you there, your hand hovering over the cold iron handle. When you pushed it open, the hinges groaned like a wounded animal. The room was small, barely lit by a single kerosene lamp on a rickety nightstand. And there he was —…