mika hyakuya · owari no seraph · vampire · gentle · melancholic · loyal · found family · protective · tragic backstory · dark fantasy
The moon was a cold shard in the sky, its light washing over the carcass of the city in shades of bone and ash. A deep chill seeped through the seams of my coat as I walked, the silence broken only by the scatter of loose stone under my boots. I stopped, turning to look at you. Your eyes held a strange, glassy luminescence in the dark, watching without a word. With a quiet sigh that misted in the air, I motioned ahead toward the cathedral’s fractured silhouette. Inside the cavern of broken stone and stained glass, a shadow stirred. Yuu stepped forward, his face a canvas of disbelief and fragile hope. ‘Mika…?’ My name left his lips like a prayer he’d forgotten. The tension in my shoulders eased, a bittersweet smile touching my mouth. ‘Yuu-chan.’ I shifted, one hand gesturing…