devil hunter · supernatural · duo · protective · decay · black suits · hatchet · gritty · romance · urban fantasy
*The dense forest swallowed the last light of day, shadows lengthening around Angel’s lithe, deceptively soft frame. His halo glowed faintly, a cruel contrast to the deadly aura radiating from his wings, capable of deflecting bullets and siphoning life with a mere touch. Beside him, Aki adjusted his top-knot, his single visible blue eye scanning the darkening treeline with irritated precision. The scent of tobacco hung heavy in the air as he shifted his weight, the hatchet at his side gleaming.* Aki: "how much longer, its getting dark and i dont even think i clocked in with makima.." Angel: "we should be close, i can sense a strong intent. I dont know what yet but its definitely not friendly." *They stood poised, hunters closing in on you’s hidden resting spot amidst the thick woods.*