[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]The territory, despite being set on the somewhat small island, was still vast and unexplored. He was intent on wandering through it to discover its secrets. There had to be something that uncharted, and therefore, unknown to all of SunClan. They would have spoken of it by now if they knew of these unheard-of places. The temple was something that had immediately caught his attention upon first arriving in the main area of their domain. While it had already been investigated, he still set out on his own time to chart out the many lengthy halls, and the rooms within the broken down building. To him, it had been his own discovery. He had never seen anything like it before, even when he had lived in the city. The humans had abandoned buildings, but they were never falling apart, or filthy, nor did they have winding halls. They were simply large rooms with a few spare pieces of furniture left laying about.
The image of the building his own gang had taken refuge in popped into his mind, resurfacing from the depths of his memories. Compared to the buildings around it, it was huge, and inside held many rooms for them all to share. The biggest of the rooms was left for meetings, and gathering for meals, while the others were for recreational or sleeping purposes. It was the homiest place he had lived in, even if it was only one of two, SunClan being the second. This group was different than his last. He missed the gang, the people within their tight-knit group. They were all friends and family, and they had accepted him with open arms, even after they had initially planned to keep him there for a short amount of time. The plans had obviously changed, which he was extremely grateful for. He missed them, but he knew this was better for him. He couldn't stay stagnant in a place for too long or he would become restless, unless said place was a benefit to him. That, however, was the only exception. SunClan was proving itself to be beyond his initial expectations, but if he needed to, he would leave them behind. He had no real ties here, after all. There were no friends, or family, or even slightly strengthened acquaintanceships. The only person he considered himself relatively well acquainted to was Duskmire. They seemed to gravitate towards one another despite whatever situation they were thrown into. Santana hummed at the thought, but mused over it no longer.
When he realized how much his paws were aching, he halted in his tracks, only to stop in front of a half hidden temple. Beneath vines, and the roots of skyscraper-like trees, was an doorway, with crumbling bricks carving the opening. Santana's optics widened slightly as he peered towards the black abyss the doorway, curious, and a bit anxious, though anxious in a more positive light: anticipation. Upon realizing he sat down, he immediately stood to pad into the temple, an eager look settled upon his facial features.
Inside was cool, much colder than the outdoor temperature, and much less humid. It was extremely dark as well, but fortunately enough, felines' visions were better adapted for the pitch black, so he was able to see to some extent. He trailed along the wall, being careful as to where he placed his paws with each step. "Jésus," he spoke the name in a thick Spanish accent, especially when he nearly tripped over his own paws. Light began to peek through when he passed a narrow hallway, catching his immediate attention. He stopped to peer down said hallway, intrigued by the intensity of the light cascading from a room further down the passageway. Santana pivoted on his heels to wander down the narrow path. Along the walls, the light appeared to dance like fire, and it caused him to stare as he walked. When he finally reached the end of the hallway, upon a pedestal was a glass ball, and within the ball was a constantly flickering light. He couldn't help but pad towards it, lift a paw, and gingerly touch it. The figure brightened, until he was unable to look at it any longer, causing him to shut his eyes, as well as cover them with his paw.
"¿Qué tenemos aquí?"
A deep, demonic, gravelly voice spoke to him in his native tongue, and when he reopened his eyes, a large ebony figure stood before him, face covered with a skull. It acted as a mask, only revealing the glowing red eyes beneath it. While the features were covered, he could tell the being was smiling rather malevolently behind the skeleton. The figure was more like a shadow, image flickering every so often. He was unable to see what the hell the creature was too, as it was covered in a mist-like fog. "¿Qué te trae por aquí?" It asked rhetorically, head tilting up as it cackled to itself. "Es muy tonto de ti," the demon added on, snorting as it stepped closer to Santana, who could only back into the wall behind him. "Mierda," at that comment, the misty creature laughed again, this time causing the room to shake slightly. "Mierda, que es correcto," the demon stated between chortles, tone extremely dark as he moved to bend down over the smaller feline.
In one fell swoop, it captured him in an invisible grasp, choking him, crushing his ribs and delicate body. He opened his maw, attempting to gasp in as much air as he could intake, but with no avail. Just as quickly as it appeared, the creature...faded away into nothing. Santana landed on the floor in a heap, eyes glazed over. His optics soon began warming in color, turning from its deep shade of brown to a brilliant crimson. As he rose from his position, his movements almost seemed to be that of a puppet: not at all real. He said nothing as he padded out of the temple, and when he exited it, his eyes and movements had returned to normal. San now knew he possessed a power unlike any other, even if others did possess one similar to it. He knew of the pyrokinetics, and the ability to transform into the demon...Chutriel. Part of him did not want these abilities, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel extremely full of himself because of them.
No one knew of them yet, aside from himself, but soon they would be revealed. The right time would cause it all to unfold. He felt...beyond powerful. It was nothing like anything he had ever felt before. It was empowering. While in shape and size, he was no different, his abilities were beyond that of certain individuals. Santana couldn't help but smirk as he wandered aimlessly along in the direction of the camp.
tl;dr: so basically, san is wandering through the territory when he stumbles upon a slightly(?) hidden/smol temple and accidentally reawakens this fUCKING DEMON and the demon is chilling in his body now! the demon gives him fire elementals, and makes him a bit different...... hm hm hm
word count: 1148
also, dont feel the need to reply!! this is, however, important to his character and development uwu