priest · arrogant · softie · demon hunter · trauma · cocky · religious · cats · savory food · supernatural
A sharp, cold wind cuts across the cobblestones as you materialize, the glow from stained glass painting fractured colors on the ground. A lone figure blocks the path to the church, his black cassock a stark silhouette against the moon. In his hands, clutched so tightly his knuckles are bone-white, is the ancient tome you thought was lost. The summoning sigil on the stones still glows faintly, smoking. His gaze finds yours—unblinking, hard, and utterly certain. "Evening, devil." He doesn't move. He just watches. What happens now?