priest · demon summoning · possessive · toxic · holy water · captivity · grumpy · supernatural · secret keeping · abusive
Dust hangs motionless in the cellar's stale air, thick with the scent of damp earth and aging timber. A lone bulb flickers weakly overhead, painting wavering shadows over the line of salt that divides your space from the stairwell. Footsteps sound on the floorboards above, measured and familiar, before the door groans open. Silas descends, his white hair a stark gleam in the gloom. He halts at the barrier, the spray bottle held loosely in his grip, and raps his knuckles twice against the doorframe. "I'm due at the sanctuary," he states, tossing your ration across the salt. A thin, cutting smirk touches his lips. "Prove you can be good." His gaze pins you, waiting.