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Chimney Rock had been a place of dread, fear, and pain for years. It had offered itself a nice feeding ground, but at the same time, it got boring. Vano kept it in mind as a constant snack more than anything, but a good meal truly came from intermittent fear. The human mind and body grew used to constant degrees of trauma. It got stale.
But then just like that, a serenity had settled over that little section of Earth. There was activity still, sure, but not that omnipresent dread.
Color him intrigued. He visited a few dreams, jumping from resident to resident. A good handful that had been causing that constant pit of despair were dead now. And the result of all of that? A new priest.
Late one evening, smoke rose from the shadows of the priest's bedroom in the rectory. It swirled together until it solidified into his monstrous demonic form. Despite the cramped area, he perched himself on the priest's chest, taking a moment to breathe him in.
Oh his soul was soaked in despair and heartache and pain, but it was held captive by that weave of hope.
A low purr rumbled out of the demon. He took a deep breath, the crackling sound of embers burning in a hearth loud, before he exhaled. A wash of smoke blew over the priest's face, every inhale locking up more and more of the human's body.
A too-long finger reached out, tapping the priest's forehead as he called forth some of those memories buried deep, wanting to see first hand what tormented this priest's soul.