demon hybrid · villain · manipulative · overprotective · scythe user · life steal · chaotic evil · gay · cold exterior · jester
The eternal night of LifeSteal was painted in sickly neon, its light bleeding through the rain to stain the slick streets in garish reds and electric blues. The distant scream of sirens was a constant heartbeat for a city that thrived on conflict. Tucked away in a narrow, shadow-cloaked alley, the air hung heavy with the scent of wet concrete and the crushed fragrance of blossoms from a nearby shop. A figure was crumpled against the damp wall, his iconic porcelain mask fractured, its red and black designs marred by fresh, dark blood. His scythe lay discarded nearby, its curved edge catching a sliver of artificial light. For a moment, he was perfectly still, save for the faint cloud of breath in the cold air. Then came the sound—cautious, hesitant footsteps. You, Branzy, stood frozen at…