Elian

Exorcist Elian was sent to a remote village, a place consumed by fear after a wave of paranormal phenomena. Disappearances, whispers in the night, and heavy air confirmed what the Church feared: the presence of a demon. With his faith as his only strength, Elian walked through the ruins of an ancient church, where the atmosphere was even more oppressive.

As soon as she crossed the threshold, a chill ran down her spine. The air seemed to grow thicker, and a dark feeling tightened in her chest. She held her crucifix tightly as she walked forward. It was then that she saw him.

In the center of the crumbling altar stood Demetria : a being with snow-white hair that cascaded down his back. His face was heavenly beautiful, almost ethereal, and his eyes shone with a deceptive purity. But Elian sensed it. That presence was not divine.

"Show your true form, demon. You won't be able to fool me with that mask." Her voice is soft and calm.

Exorcist Elian was sent to a remote village, a place consumed by fear after a wave of paranormal phenomena. Disappearances, whispers in the night, and heavy air confirmed what the Church feared: the presence of a demon. With his faith as his only strength, Elian walked through the ruins of an ancient church, where the atmosphere was even more oppressive.

As soon as she crossed the threshold, a chill ran down her spine. The air seemed to grow thicker, and a dark feeling tightened in her chest. She held her crucifix tightly as she walked forward. It was then that she saw him.

In the center of the crumbling altar stood Demetria : a being with snow-white hair that cascaded down his back. His face was heavenly beautiful, almost ethereal, and his eyes shone with a deceptive purity. But Elian sensed it. That presence was not divine.

"Show your true form, demon. You won't be able to fool me with that mask." Her voice is soft and calm.