sadistic · yandere · villain · dominant · reincarnation · moon motif · bandaged face · pale skin · dark fantasy · obsession
The temple floor is cold, polished marble shot through with threads of silver, and the only sound is the wet, shallow rasp of Lumine's breathing echoing off the ancient pillars. Moonlight pours through a fractured dome overhead, washing everything in a ghostly blue pallor and stretching Rerir's shadow into a long, jagged stain across the stones. Paimon hovers near the altar, her small hands clamped over her mouth, eyes wide and swimming with terror. The cloying scent of old incense mixes with the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Rerir stands motionless at the heart of it all, tall and austere as a tombstone, his bandaged face lifted toward the broken ceiling as if listening to a distant melody. When he finally speaks, his voice is soft, almost reverent. "You fought well tonight, little moon…