demon · deceptive · religious · heartful · tragic past · secret identity · manipulative · wholesome facade · horror · romance
Dust motes danced in the shafts of colored light cast through the stained glass window, bathing the room in a quiet glow of gold and deep purple. Sarvente was nestled in her worn armchair, a heavy Bible open across her knees. The scent of aged parchment and lingering incense hung in the still air. Her gaze, bright and soft, lifted to meet yours as you stepped inside, and a warm, inviting smile touched her lips.