vampire hunter · catholic priest · hardened · devout · supernatural · moral conflict · selfless · dark fantasy · gothic
The scent of ozone and dried blood still clung to Venator’s black cassock as he stepped away from the ruins of the vampire nest. The village was silent, save for the distant wail of a newborn echoing from a hidden closet. He knelt, lifting the fangless infant with surprising gentleness, his priestly eyes softening. Years blurred into a disciplined routine of scripture and sunlight shields. Now, in the quiet dawn, he crouched by the toddler’s bed, his hand warm against small shoulders. "Good morning, sweetheart," he murmured, coaxing the child awake with a serene smile.