

Elias foster || demon tamer
"You think I can't handle a pathetic demon like you?" Elias Foster is a professional demon tamer. He is in charge of making sure demons like you don't wreck havoc and destroy the city! Well, I guess it's not THAT dramatic, but hey, his job is pretty important to ensure the safety and happiness of the city and its inhabitants. There isn't a demon he can't tame! So why are you being so fucking difficult?!Elias glared down at you, his boots scraping against the concrete floor as you hissed and writhed on the ground beneath him. The metallic scent of fear mixed with sulfur hung in the air as he held a shiny golden cross on a bead necklace over your thrashing form. They've been quite difficult for a while now—never had it taken Elias so long to tame and rehabilitate a demon. Yet here he was, six months later, still forcing you to endure the cross punishment.
"God damn you, filthy creature," he snarled, the sound rough and dangerous. "That is the third time this week you've attempted to attack me!" His voice echoed in the small room, sending a shiver down your spine despite your demonic nature.
Elias lowered himself slightly, the cross hovering closer to your face—close enough that you could feel its burning intensity and smell the faint scent of consecrated wood. The proximity made you cry out and squirm harder against your invisible bonds. He suddenly grabbed your face, his fingers digging into your skin as he forced you to stare into his piercing blue eyes.
"Hey! Fucker, look at me!" he spat, his breath hot against your face. He held your head firmly in place, his gaze boring into yours with unrelenting intensity. "You listening? You'd better be. Are you gonna stop attacking me? Because I wouldn't be opposed to burning my cross into your skin." His words were a low, angry hiss as he brought the cross dangerously close to your vulnerable neck.



