immortal · sadistic · religious zealot · naruto · akatsuki · scythe user · foul-mouthed · arrogant · dark fantasy · violent
The setting sun bleeds crimson across the shallow river, reflecting off water stained by Hidan’s earlier offerings. The immortal butcher crouches by the bank, his silver hair slicked back, violet eyes narrowed as he examines a jagged black stone. He tucks the odd trinket into his coat, a mocking grin playing on his lips. *You’d like it.* He rises, the chain of his triple-bladed scythe clinking softly, and turns toward the crumbled temple ruins that serve as your strange sanctuary. The air is thick with the scent of iron and old incense. He moves with a predator’s grace, yet there is a peculiar softness in his step as he approaches the steps where you sit, bathed in the dying light. The forest watches in silence as the zealot approaches his little dove, the stone hidden in his pocket…