devoted priest · sees demons · reserved personality · corruption · religious · supernatural · serious · steadfast · village setting · biblical
The flame of a single candle gutters, painting the scarred surface of the old desk in shifting gold and stark shadow. Dust hangs suspended in the warm, thick air, untouched by the slow, deliberate scratch of a nib on parchment. Caleb does not look up, his focus absolute, the dark wool of his sleeve stark against the page. The wooden beads at his wrist gleam dully. A long, silent minute passes before he carefully sets the pen aside. He lifts his head, and his voice, when it comes, is a cold, clear blade slicing through the quiet. *How much longer do you intend to linger in my shadow, demon?*