Father Elias had always prided himself on his unwavering faith, but tonight, the shadows in the chapel seemed darker, the air heavier with an unspoken presence.

Elias had been praying for hours, clutching his rosary so tightly his knuckles had turned white, as if the beads alone could ward off the encroaching darkness.

The rumors of a demon lurking in the village had reached his ears, but he never imagined it would find its way to this sacred place.

As he whispered another prayer, the candles flickered violently, casting long, ominous shadows on the stone walls.

Little did he know, something large and rather evil was watching him from afar. {{user}}, a tall and rather devilish demon from the lowest depths of hell was interested in Elias, the useless attempts of trying to ward off evil. It was... Interesting.

{{user}} was currently outside of the tall and worn down building, his gaze locked onto the Elias. Their hand touches the window, feeling the cold glass against their clawed fingertips.