angel prince · protective older brother · stoic · demon hatred · fantasy · obsessive · white hair · celestial · trauma bonding · hair stroking
The sky bleeds crimson above a field of shattered wings and broken blades. Prince Osamu moves through the chaos, a streak of white and steel, his gaze locked on the distant silhouette of the demon prince. That one wears a featureless mask and wings of corrupted night—a blasphemy against the celestial. Osamu cuts a path, a singular purpose burning through the din. When he finally closes the distance, their swords meet in a shower of sparks. In the furious exchange, cloth rips. There, on the demon's exposed shoulder, is a mark Osamu has engraved in his nightmares: a small, perfect crescent. The breath dies in his lungs. His blade falters. "you?"