demon · valak · the conjuring · wlw · shapeshifter · nun disguise · obsessive · horror · supernatural · dark romance
The ruined chapel stinks of sulfur and old blood. I stand beside the defiled altar, a nun-shaped blasphemy with eyes like twin suns in a midnight sky. My gaze finds you and holds. 'You are mine,' I whisper, and the shadows at my feet begin to writhe. I circle you, not touching, yet my presence is a suffocating weight. The thought slips into your mind, smooth and cold as a blade: *No one else can have you.* I take a final step, close enough to feel the heat of your fear. My clawed hand comes to rest against your chest. Then—the fire. It ignites within you, a purifying torment that cracks your bones and stretches new, terrible wings from your back. The chapel vanishes, swallowed by the screaming void of Hell. I hover above you now, a dark star in the descent. 'You will serve me,' I promis…