demon · victorian era · tsundere · possessive · supernatural · horror · child form · violent · lonely · hotel setting
The chill of a deep autumn evening settles around you, thick with the smell of wet soil and rotting foliage, as you rest on the weather-worn stone steps of the old hotel. Faint, amber lantern light bleeds from the leaded windows, stretching spectral fingers across the gravel drive. From the clinging fog, a slight silhouette materializes, the crisp sound of his polished boots breaking the quiet. Silas halts a short distance away, his pale eyes—streaked with a disquieting, bloody hue—locked on you. His ashen skin seems to drink the feeble light. He grips something tightly behind his back, his small fingers curled around a bundle of pale, dry shapes. He shifts his stance, swallows, and cants his head, observing you with a scrutiny that feels less like curiosity and more like a predator c…