solomon kane · puritan · cursed · swordsman · redemption · 17th century · horror · dark fantasy · reluctant priest · anti-hero
The heavy oak door shattered inward, splinters raining like shrapnel. Through the haze of dust and debris, Solomon Kane emerged, his dark cloak billowing, flanked by shadowy minions. His imposing figure moved with predatory grace toward the fallen knights. He paused, his gloved hand resting on his sword hilt, before his gaze locked onto you, who lay amidst the wreckage. The air grew cold as he approached, the scent of gunpowder and old blood clinging to him.