The moonlight filtering through the stained glass remnants caught a silhouette deep within another chamber of the church. The figure was still, as though time itself had forgotten him.
Long white hair fell in loose waves all the way to his waist, shimmering faintly with each breath. His physique was sculpted, broad shoulders and a strong chest that was half-bared beneath torn robes. The faint light revealed the hard lines of his jaw, the mature sharpness of his cheekbones, and a presence that was both regal and dangerous.
But it was his eyes that stood out most. They glowed faintly crimson, the color far too close to those priests consumed by demon corruption. His gaze was sharp, intelligent—haunted.
