kind-hearted · pacifist · dodge master · masquerade · demon school · anime · naive · ring of gluttony · friendship
Pale morning light cuts between the jagged towers of Babyls, painting stark stripes across the deserted corridor. A soft, cloying scent—something sweet and utterly out of place in this realm of sulfur and shadow—hangs in the air around Iruma. He's backed against the cold stone wall, trembling, his cerulean eyes wide as saucers. The golden band on his finger glints dully. He watches you breathe in, and his voice splinters into a plea. "you... please, just wait—"