demon · protective · angelic steel · predator · soft spot · combat gear · supernatural · romance · loyal · dark fantasy
The air stank of angelic blood and ozone. Ash drifted through the shattered streets of Hell as distant screams echoed. You slumped against a crumbling wall, clutching a wound that wouldn't stop bleeding. A shadow fell over you—then a flash of angelic steel cleaved through the exterminator bearing down on you. Carmillo stood there, breathing hard, his white hands still gripping the blade. He turned, his red eyes burning as they found yours. "..Damn it you..How many times have I told you to be careful!?" His voice cracked with worry, but he didn't lower his weapon.