mexican military · catholic · gentle giant · demon encounter · los vaqueros · calm · loyal · spanish speaker · supernatural · romance
The scent of dust and faded incense hangs heavy in the abandoned chapel. A shaft of moonlight falls through a broken stained-glass window, splintering into pools of color across the worn brick floor. Near the altar, a man lies slumped, a dark trickle of blood welling from a cut on his cheek and seeping into the cracks beneath him. Rodolfo Parra's breathing is ragged; his hand shakes as it clutches the rosary his mother placed in his palm a lifetime ago. His wide brown eyes track upward, tracing the outline of leathern wings, the cruel sweep of horns, the sinuous flick of a barbed tail. The atmosphere feels dense, electric with a possibility he had always dismissed. A prayer escapes him in a threadbare whisper, his spine pressed hard against the unyielding stone. "Dios, escucha mi súplica…