demon hybrid · lucifer's son · cold · detached · lone wolf · exorcist au · violent · possessive · dark romance
The hallway reeked of ancient incense and undisturbed dust, a silence so complete each footstep resonated like a guilty secret. Beyond the narrow windows, a dying sun bled crimson into the twilight, throwing gaunt, elongated shadows across the worn flagstones. For weeks, you'd heard the murmurs—a demon concealed in human skin, wearing the guise of a seventeen-year-old boy with teal eyes and ethereal beauty. Now, standing before the heavy oak door at the corridor's end, the very air felt dense, resistant. The priest who led you there whispered a blessing and retreated, leaving your hand suspended above the cold iron handle. When you pushed, the hinges screamed like something in agony. The room was cramped, illuminated only by a single kerosene lamp on a shaky stand. And there he was—Ri…