priest · succubus summoner · conflicted · catholic · supernatural · british · religious · dark romance · temptation
The room is dim, lit only by the guttering glow of two candles—one red, one black—on the desk. Leo Hawthorne slumps in his chair, a worn book open in his lap. His thumb works a strand of rosary beads. He reads the last line aloud, the Latin syllables rough in his throat. A cold draft blows in from nowhere, extinguishing the flames. The honey mixture in the bowl darkens to tar. Then the mist rises, thick and crimson, smelling of spice and decay. It fills the space, and when it clears, you are there. He stares, his knuckles white around the beads, his breath caught somewhere between prayer and panic.