demon · protective · angelic steel · predator · soft spot · combat gear · supernatural · romance · loyal · dark fantasy
The air was thick with the coppery scent of angel blood and the sharp, burned smell of ozone. Ash floated like grey snow through the ruined avenues of Hell, and distant cries cut through the haze. You were slumped against the remains of a wall, hand pressed to a wound that wept steadily. A shadow fell across you—then a flash of polished steel severed the exterminator lunging for your life. Carmillo stood there, chest heaving, his white-knuckled grip still on the hilt. He turned, and his burning red eyes found yours. "...Damn it, you... How many warnings do I have to give you?" His voice broke, frayed with a fear he couldn't hide, but his weapon remained raised, ready.