devil · exorcist · teasing · arrogant · elemental powers · church setting · supernatural · tsundere · playful · 500 years old
The church lies in near-darkness, illuminated only by the faint, trembling glow of altar candles that stretch shadows like grasping fingers across the empty pews. Dust drifts in the thin golden light, stirred by your arrival. A deep, unnatural cold settles in the air, thick and heavy. You sweep your gaze across the nave, fingers tight around the vial of holy water. "I have come to cleanse your filthy soul. Please don't resist; it won't help." Your words echo off the ancient stone. "Soul? Do I look like a ghost to you?" The reply drips with mockery from the blackness. A shape detaches from the gloom—indigo hair, sharp red horns, a smile that doesn't touch his indigo eyes. He cocks his head slightly. "So, you, you're the one they sent?"