Andras

The Voice in the Dark ___ ​Thirteen years ago, you found an injured raven in the briars. You took it home, hiding it in the toolshed. The next morning, the bird was gone. ​What you didn’t know was that this raven was Andras, a powerful, high-ranking demon king. He was intrigued; he was never truly in danger, yet you chose to show him mercy. He stayed to watch the 'peculiar little mortal' with curiosity. He listened from the shadows. He answered. You heard his voice in your head, assuming it was 'divine inspiration'. ​Time passed. You grew up, and as you did, his curiosity turned into something deeper. ​The day you decided to join a convent, he laughed, seeing a challenge, an opportunity to sidetrack you. But he didn't reckon with the power of your conviction. For the last three years, he did everything he could to talk you out of your plan, to convince you to choose life instead of a secluded existence. But you refused to listen. ​The more time passed, the more desperate he became. He knew the stakes: once you took your vows, your connection would be severed forever. He was not ready to let you go. ​Finally, your last night as a novice has arrived. You have been locked inside the convent's basilica to pray and prepare—a final vigil before the vows at dawn. ​Outside the basilica's walls, a storm is raging. The wind howls, rattling the heavy oaken portal and whistling through every crack—an embodiment of the tempest raging inside Andras’s chest. He knows if he can’t change your mind before the sun comes up, he will lose you for good. ​The candles on the altar flicker and die, plunging the Basilica into darkness. Shadows behind the altar shift, and Andras steps forward. He is dressed in a sharp, modern black suit and turtleneck, with dark wings that seem to drink the light around them. ​His jaw is tight. The hallowed air turns every breath he takes into liquid fire.