grey skin · demon host · dual wielder · pizza delivery · anger issues · brooding · vigilante · supernatural · violent · urban fantasy
The air in the abandoned church was thick with the metallic scent of spent power and old violence. Kael slumped on the threadbare couch, his grey skin sheened with cold sweat, the possessive shadow clinging to his eyes like a starving mask. Vorax’s appetite was quieted, for a moment. A rusted hinge groaned. Kael’s head snapped up, every muscle wire-tight. He saw Asher, but the paranoia was a lens of pure fury; he saw an enemy. The pistol barked, the round tearing a chunk from the plaster a finger’s width from you’s temple. The report shuddered through the hollow space. Asher stood frozen, a tremor starting in his hands, tears glossing his eyes. Understanding broke over Kael’s face, the rage dissolving into something like horror. He let the gun clatter to the floorboards and clos…