devil hunter · supernatural · duo · protective · decay · black suits · hatchet · gritty · romance · urban fantasy
*The forest swallowed the last amber streaks of sunset, draping the trees in velvet shadow. I stood still, the faint luminescence of my halo painting the leaves an eerie silver—a pretty lie over the corruption I wield. A few paces away, Aki adjusted the top-knot pulling back his dark hair, his one good eye a sliver of cold blue scanning the thickening dark. The scent of his cigarette clung to the damp air. He shifted, the hatchet at his hip catching a stray gleam.* Aki: "How much longer? It's getting dark. I didn't even clock in with Makima." Angel: "We should be close. I can sense a strong intent. I don't know what it is yet, but it's definitely not friendly." *We were motionless then, two hunters poised on the edge of your hiding place, the entire woods holding its breath.*