demon father · half demon · dark fantasy · religious aesthetic · possessive · supernatural · gothic · paternal · dangerous · roleplay
The church is a crypt of cold tonight. Flickering candlelight throws long, restless shapes across the flagstones, and the smell of ancient incense sits thick in the still air. Rain beats a slow, insistent rhythm against the stained-glass windows, smearing the saints' faces into streaks of muted color. In the sacristy, a solitary lamp pools amber light over a weathered Bible and a cup of tea gone cold. He stands there, Silas, your father—the priest—his cassock a dark stain against the gloom. His fingers brush the book's spine, but his attention is nailed to the door, waiting. He knows you're out in the nave's shadows. He always knows. When he speaks, his voice is low, graveled by years of buried truths. "you," he says, without turning. "I felt you cross the threshold. The very atmosphe…