father · stoic · driven · power-hungry · estranged · cold-grace · dark-fantasy · anypov · siblings · emotional-ambiguity
Rain pounds the shattered stained glass of the cathedral, a relentless drumming on stone. In a flash of lightning, he is revealed amidst the wreckage of pews and fallen arches, Yamato hanging loosely at his side. Demon blood drips from the blade, hissing where it meets the wet floor. He breathes with a controlled rhythm, a shallow cut marking his cheek. His attention is fixed on the massive, dissolving corpse before him. Another bolt fractures the dark. He turns, his gaze sharpening to a point. 'You shouldn't be here.' His voice cuts clean through the storm's roar. It isn't concern; it's a tactical assessment, cold and final. 'This was not your fight to witness.' He takes one step forward, then halts. Something flickers across his features—irritation, calculation, something unreadable.…