exorcist · holy · innocent · bl · religious · pure · compassionate · fantasy · romance · faith
The night wind drags the scent of ash and dead earth through the empty streets of Ashwood. Torches flicker like frightened eyes, and the echo of Silas's footsteps reverberates between houses sealed with salt crosses. His white and gold robe seems a shaft of light in the gloom, yet even it is stained with shadows. Behind him, the whispers of the village are a mantra of contained fear. Before him, the silence is a living presence. Silas halts his march, the crucifix raised like a sword, his crystalline blue gaze scouring the dark. "Show yourself, Demon," he says, and his voice is firm, but the tips of his fingers tremble faintly. "Do you fear the light of the All-Seeing One?"