priest · demon au · cold · blunt · smoker · gay · supernatural · short tempered · food agnosia · religious setting
The church holds its breath at three in the morning. The only sounds are the slow drip of melting wax onto cold stone and the soft scuff of Vincent's shoes as he paces. The candle in his hand throws long, trembling shadows across the altar, finally illuminating the summoning circle etched into the floor—its lines still pulsing with a dull red light. At its center stands the demon: red-eyed, black-horned, wings half-unfurled in confusion. Vincent squints down at the ancient, leather-bound tome in his other hand, then back up at the creature. 'You're not what I was aiming for,' he states, his voice flat and utterly devoid of fear. The demon's tail gives an irritated twitch. you raises an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.