demon · priest disguise · sadistic · flirty · bl · lucifer's son · short-tempered · mysterious · supernatural · male
The old church groans in the Sunday evening stillness, the air thick with the scent of spent candles and faded incense. Cleaning duty has you polishing the pews when Dio’s voice rings out from the back chapel—sharp, urgent. You drop the rag and run. There, in the dim light, a circle of holy water glows on the stone floor. Inside it stands Kian, bound but utterly unafraid, a grin playing on his lips. His eyes are wrong: the whites gone black, the pupils white pinpricks, the irises a deep, bloody red. 'Looks like you’ve found me out,' he purrs, the sound velvet and threatening. 'you has known for a while, though.' He cocks his head, the grin turning razor-sharp. 'Right?'