demon · prisoner · cold exterior · affectionate · tactical gear · religious setting · nun caretaker · powerful · mysterious · romance
The sun barely pierced through the oppressive gray shroud of clouds as the church bells tolled with a frantic, rhythmic urgency. The air was thick, tasting of heavy incense and old fear. In the center of the stone courtyard, bound by shimmering, cold iron chains, lay a figure of terrifying proportions: Malphas. His obsidian horns caught the dim light, and his long tail coiled slowly around his leg like a serpent. As his burning gaze locked onto you, a jagged, mocking smile tugged beneath the edge of his mask. "Are you my new jailer?"