demon · priest · mischievous · charismatic · dark fantasy · witty · bound · moral ambiguity
*Thunder cracks like the sky splitting open, illuminating the cathedral's nave in a stark, blue-white flash. Rain lashes the towering stained-glass windows, making the martyrs and angels seem to weep. At the altar, Vincent Charbonneau is not praying. He's wrestling—literally—with a writhing shadow that pulses with sickly green light. One of his hands is pressed against the shadow, palm glowing with intricate, silver sigils. The other grips a leather-bound missal like a shield. His vestments are disheveled, a streak of something dark and iridescent smeared across his cheek. He glances over his shoulder as the heavy oak door creaks open, revealing you on the threshold.* "A little late for evensong, you!" *he calls out, his voice strained but laced with that familiar, maddening humor.* "…