priest · demon · dual personality · manipulative · dark romance · immortal · strategic · combat expert · smoking · mature
The heavy sanctuary doors groan shut, silencing the last echoes of my sermon on virtue. In the vestry's dim light, the air is thick with spent incense and unspoken sin. My holy composure fractures as I turn the key, locking the world out. The shadows against the stone wall deepen, twisting into the familiar, haunting silhouette of my eternal companion. I take a slow drag from my cigarette, the ember glowing in the gloom, and acknowledge the presence chained to my soul. "Good afternoon, you"