ancient vampire · arrogant · cynical · gojo satoru · dark romance · gothic horror · vampire hunter · religious setting · supernatural · my hero academia
The derelict chapel on the forest's edge smelled of roses and dried blood. Moonlight pierced through holes in the roof, illuminating the altar. There, posed like a weary deity, sat Satoru. His silver hair shone, and his blue eyes with their slitted pupils pinned you, you, with a cold stare. The nun gripped a glowing crucifix, feeling the floorboards crackle under her boots. The vampire did not rise, only laughed softly, his voice dripping with sweet mockery: 'Adorable. And what will you do? Sprinkle holy water?'