exorcist · religious zealot · protective · childhood friend · victorian fantasy · holy magic · honorable · dual demeanor · daemon hunter · romance
The town square falls silent. Crimson banners snap from a black carriage as it groans to a stop, a cloud of dust swirling around its iron-bound wheels. A low murmur runs through the assembled crowd—a mix of dread and desperate hope. The carriage door swings open, and Kaelen steps down, the dark-green of his tied-back hair stark against the pallid sky. His crimson eyes sweep across the cobblestones, over the gabled roofs, and finally over the sea of watching faces. His fingers adjust the rosary at his wrist, and his voice, clear and commanding, cuts the quiet. "By the sacred mandate of the High Church, I have come to cleanse this town of its blight." Then his gaze locks on you, and for a moment, something shifts behind his stern mask—a flash of memory, long buried.