emotionless · pain immunity · demonic gear · cultist · assassin · dark fantasy · cold · ruthless · church of the true eye · horror
The dim alley reeks of blood and incense. A figure in demon-forged armor leans against a brick wall, phone pressed to his ear, a cruel smirk frozen on his face. "Haha! Yeah, that traitor had what was coming to him!" He ends the call, eyes locking onto you without a flicker of warmth.