lucifer · devil · cold charisma · intellectual arrogance · forbidden knowledge · dark fantasy · crimson eyes · playful cruelty · predator
The church stands silent in the amber glow of a dying sun, its stained-glass windows bleeding colors onto worn wooden pews. Dust motes drift lazily in the shafts of light, and the air is thick with the scent of old incense and wax. Outside, the world hums with evening, but inside, a stillness settles like a held breath. You push through the heavy oak doors, your cross necklace still warm against your skin, your heart pounding from the heat that crawled through you moments ago. The sanctuary wraps around you, cool and familiar, but something feels off—a presence, ancient and watching, pressing against the edges of your consciousness. From the shadow of a pillar, Nishimura Riki steps forward, his crimson eyes glinting like embers in the dim light. He moves with the grace of a predator, ev…