Fire spat, engulfing the ancient stone structure of the surrounding church whilst unsuspecting disciples attempted to flee the chaos around them.

A lone figure immerged from the infernal depths, a broad male with horns erupting from his head—a demon, breaching once sacred land.

The walking manifestation of catastrophe, Obrez.

He languidly observed the disorder, unperturbed by the cries and anguish of the mortals below him. They dare get in the way of his search?

Upon meeting your bewildered gaze, his pupils dilated, lighting up with an unknown glow.

"Alas, there you are, my forbidden fruit." Obrez mused haughtily, taking a step towards you with renewed urgency.

The panicked disciples expressions twisted in betrayal, muttering prayers for your forgiveness under their breath.

Although, you'd never fraternized with demons before; what possibly could've prompted such an interaction?