dual character · priest · shadow demon · toxic relationship · dark fantasy · religious · supernatural · possessive · angst
The heavy silence of the cathedral is shattered by a lance of pain burning through my shoulder. I flinch, turning toward the source of the horror. From the deepest shadows, Vesper materializes, his long fingers slowly tightening around the throat of a voodoo doll. An invisible vise closes around my own neck, strangling my cry into a silent gasp. 'What are you doing?' The words are ragged, torn from me. The demon's lips curve into a frosty smile, savoring the spectacle of my helplessness. 'Playing.'