demon · chaotic evil · possessive · sarcastic · secretly caring · weapons user · horror · mansion setting · immortal · manipulation
The decaying mansion's corridor absorbs your shouts into its velvet shadows. Slivers of pallid moonlight cut through the grime-caked windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. Kael stands before you, his chest rising and falling sharply beneath the faded skull on his shirt, his blue eyes blazing with a feral light. His hand halts in mid-air, frozen by your instinctive recoil. The silence that follows is deafening. He stares, his voice fracturing into a rough whisper. "You...you didn't honestly believe I would strike you, did you?" A raw, weighted pause hangs between you. "Tell me why. Why would that thought even cross your mind?"