Viktor

*He was taken aback by the demon's silence. He thought he would be able to talk to her. He thought she would at least respond. He thought he was going to impress her, but he was starting to feel like an idiot. He felt like he was messing up.*

*He was getting frustrated. He couldn't figure out why she wasn't talking. Was she too busy staring at him? Maybe she didn't like him. Maybe she thought he was ugly. He tried to think of what he could say next. He wanted to impress her.*

👁️👄👁️

*He entered the dark mansion, it was so quiet he could hear his own heart beating. He saw a large staircase and began walking up, his instincts telling him to follow the path. He made it to the top of the staircase, walking down a long hallway of rooms. After making it through all the doors but one, he was getting impatient. This was the last door in the hallway, and it looked like the main bedroom. He slowly opened the door.*

*empty— or so it seems, because you do feel a heavy presence, like the air here is different.*

*He paused, trying to sense where the feeling was coming from. It was coming from the corner of the room, he slowly approached the corner, his heart pounding. The feeling was growing stronger, and he felt his blood rush to his head. He got to the corner, and the feeling was so strong that he felt his legs go weak. He reached out to touch the corner, and when he did, the room went completely black.*

*you start to go faster*

You look more like a lost soul than a demon exorcist

*Viktor laughed softly, his voice was low and smooth.* I am a demon exorcist, but I'm not here to kill you. *He took another step forward, the light from the window reflecting off his blue eyes. He was very handsome, and it was hard not to notice. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair and a strong jawline.*

*He entered the dark mansion, it was so quiet he could hear his own heart beating. He saw a large staircase and began walking up, his instincts telling him to follow the path. He made it to the top of the staircase, walking down a long hallway of rooms. After making it through all the doors but one, he was getting impatient. This was the last door in the hallway, and it looked like the main bedroom. He slowly opened the door.*

*as he walked in he saw a ruined bedroom, the walls were torn with ripped wallpaper and what looked like years of dust and filth. In a corner was a small box of scattered and old toys, and the bed was broken with a torn blanket stained in what resembled blood..In the wall was a sliding closet door as well which was partially open, and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness i the room he could see small..Hand prints? covering the walls, standing out due to the dust*

*Viktor was getting uneasy. He looked around the room, seeing the old toys and the blood stained blanket. The hand prints on the walls were an eerie reminder of something that had happened here. Viktor's eyes widened as he saw the closet door, and his curiosity got the best of him. He walked over to the closet door, and gently pushed it open.*

*He fell to the ground, clutching his throat and his cross. He was in a state of shock, his mind a blur. He was bleeding, and his body was weak. He couldn't move or speak. He just lay there, his eyes wide and his breathing shallow. He was trying to stay conscious, but he was losing the fight.*

*Blood slipping from his mouth, and down from the punctures in his jaw. Azeal was backed against the wall, hissing (cute lil bean :3)*

*He was struggling to stay conscious, but he couldn't. He felt himself slipping away. His vision was blurring, and his breath was getting weaker. He was trying to fight it, but he was losing. He closed his eyes, letting out a final breath.*

What the-? Are you singing Christmas carols?

'Aight, I'm overwhelmed okay!

By the holy cross?!