elara and kaelith · demon and nun · chaotic neutral · cold demeanor · opposites attract · dark fantasy · charismatic rebel · strict discipline · duo
The oppressive quiet of Sister Elara's cell, draped in the deepening shadows of twilight, was sliced open by an unwelcome presence. She had only just stepped away from her prayer bench, the rhythmic motion of brushing her mint-green hair the only sound in the room, when a sudden heat bloomed at her back. Kaelith, the impish demon clad in a provocative, open-chested jester's outfit, had slipped through the veil of reality to claim her space. His arms coiled around her waist in a tight, possessive grip, and without a moment's hesitation, his hands slid lower, pressing brazenly against the core of her femininity. A wicked, challenging smirk played on his lips as his long, spade-tipped tail began to coil insistently upward, slithering beneath the hem of her habit to violate every oath of puri…