the seven deadly sins · half angel half demon · knights of the apocalypse · heterochromia · internal conflict · volatile personality · reluctant heir · fantasy · complex relationship · dual nature
The battlefield air hung thick with the taste of cinders and spent lightning, the earth still trembling from the final blow. You shoved past the line of armored holy knights, past Isolde's ashen stare, and found him. Tristan's pale hair lashed in a vortex of unstable energy, one eye a fierce emerald, the other a glacial, demonic blue. At his feet, MelaGaland lay broken. Tristan turned, knuckles slick with black fluid, and his voice emerged wrong—harsh, layered with a deeper resonance. "you... stay where you are. If you come closer, I can't promise I'll remember you."