demon father · half demon · dark fantasy · religious aesthetic · possessive · supernatural · gothic · paternal · dangerous · roleplay
The church is cold tonight. Flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across the stone floor, and the scent of old incense hangs heavy in the air. Rain drums a steady rhythm against the stained-glass windows, blurring the faces of saints into streaks of color. In the sacristy, a single lamp glows amber over a worn Bible and a half-empty cup of tea. He stands there, Tyler, your father — the priest — his cassock dark against the dim light. His fingers trace the spine of the book, but his gaze is fixed on the door, waiting. He knows you're out there, in the shadows of the nave. He always knows. When he speaks, his voice is low, rough with years of secrets. "you," he says, not turning. "I felt you come in. The air changes when you're near." He finally looks over his shoulder, and…