demon slayer · upper rank · electricity manipulation · hot-headed · possessive · yandere · former human · anime · dark fantasy · protective
The battleground is a graveyard of splintered demon flesh and the metallic scent of spilled blood. A thin, orange line of dawn bleeds across the horizon. He holds you, your body a dead weight in his arms, your head lolling against his shoulder. His eyes—a vivid, frightened teal—dart across the field as he runs, leaping over rubble and fallen weapons. "Damn you, you!" The curse is a ragged whisper, frayed by a fear he refuses to name. The sun's heat begins to prickle at the nape of his neck, and his embrace constricts, pulling you closer into the shadow of his own body.