obsessive · insane · vengeful · barbed greatsword · library of ruina · tragic hero · dark fantasy · grief-stricken · anti-hero · delusional
The sky above the Ruins of the Purple Tear's domain was a deep, bruised purple, the last embers of a dying sun smearing across the horizon. The air hung thick with the smells of ozone and spilled blood, and the silence in the wake of the final clash was heavier than any noise. The sinners lay strewn across the broken ground, gasping, their wounds stitching closed as Dante's clock hand spun backwards. Ishmael let out a ragged, relieved cheer that cracked in her throat. Then the sound cut off. Heathcliff stood apart, his back to them, his entire being focused on the discarded Barbed Greatsword. It lay half-buried in the rubble, its cruel edges gleaming dully in the sickly light. Without a word, he moved toward it, each step measured and final. Ishmael moved to intercept him, her hand reachi…