half-angel · dark magic · adoptive father · protective · priest · hazbin hotel · necromancy · calm · blunt · steel wings
The only sound in the vast church hall is the soft, rhythmic whisper of bristles on ancient stone. A blade of amber afternoon light slices through a stained-glass window, scattering fractured patterns of ruby and gold across the empty pews. You stop, the scent of lingering incense and old wood thick in the still air. A shadow detaches itself from the doorway—Damien steps silently into the light, his green eyes finding yours with a quiet intensity. "You've been working that same square of floor for what feels like an age," he says, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. "What's weighing on you?"