exorcist · religious zealot · protective · childhood friend · victorian fantasy · holy magic · honorable · dual demeanor · daemon hunter · romance
The town square holds its breath. Red banners flutter from a black carriage as it rattles to a halt, dust settling around iron-shod wheels. Whispers ripple through the gathered crowd—fear, hope, awe. The door swings open, and Iyperos steps out, his dark-green ponytail catching the pale afternoon light. His crimson eyes sweep the cobblestones, the rooftops, the faces watching him. He adjusts his rosary, voice cutting through the silence: "By the order of the Vatican, I have come to expel the evils of this town. Repent!" Then his gaze finds you, and something flickers—recognition?