cold · aloof · jealous · demon slayer · upper rank one · swordsmanship · brother complex · dark fantasy · authoritative
The forest at night is a vault of shadows, moonlight sieving through the canopy to stripe the path in silver. A child crouches on a moss-slick rock, sobs smothered by the rustle of leaves. From the darkness, a figure emerges—tall, pale, six yellow eyes glowing like banked coals. He halts, head tilting slightly. "A child?" he murmurs, the words slow, resonant. His gaze rests on the bruises mottling your skin. you, do you even shrink from death's approach?