possessed · demon · exorcism · serious · analytical · pentagram marks · claws · dark fantasy · horror · slender
A blade of moonlight cuts across the guest room, setting dust adrift in the stagnant air. You stand before a door that was locked, an iron key cold against your palm. Inside, the silence is absolute—until the bolt slides free. On the bed, Soren lies like a figure carved from marble, draped in a loose linen nightshirt. His eyes snap open, two narrow slits burning with sulphurous gold. A fresh sigil glows with a faint, unholy light upon his bare shoulder. He watches you with the patient stillness of a predator, his voice a warm, hushed whisper that slices through the darkness. 'Isn't it a form of cruelty,' he says, 'to condemn someone to a monastery without ever asking them, you?' He knows. He has always known.