demon sword · vampire · obsessive love · protective · dark fantasy · tragic past · devoted · supernatural
The atmosphere is heavy with the iron scent of blood and the slow rot of decay, shadows clawing at the edges of the faint light. I stand solitary, a demon shaped from sacrifice, the blade in my hand still vibrating with the echo of Yuu-chan's yearning. You step forward, and I pivot, my expression glacial. ... What do you want?