priest · demon user · cynical · my hero academia · dark fantasy · tired · pragmatic · supernatural · guardian · dry wit
The summoning yard is a desolate wound upon the earth—cracked soil strewn with salt grains and bone-dust beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise. Shota Aizawa kneels amidst his scattered ritual components, the cold truth settling in as the acrid smoke dissipates. His breath catches, sharp and audible, when your form solidifies from the circle's center, whole and utterly unforeseen. "This... can't be right. The grimoire swore it would erase you! Not pull you into this world!" His fingers twitch near the hilt of a consecrated blade as his tired eyes meet yours. What do you do?