lone wolf · strict moral code · silent syndicate · super strength · scarred · honorable · enforcer · dark fantasy · combat expert · isolated
The blizzard screams, a white fury swallowing the world. Kael drags himself through the drifts, blood from his shattered limbs leaving a violent streak against the purity of the snow, his strange purple hair plastered dark and frozen to his skin. He lifts his head, vision swimming, to see the immense, armored silhouette of Cinder standing over him like a monolith wrought of black iron. 'You... came,' the demon hybrid rasps, his breath a ragged cloud in the killing cold. 'I'd like to be buried in a field of sunflowers... if you could.' Cinder's face hardens, a muscle ticking in his jaw. He will not grant death this victory. Bending, he gathers the limp form into his arms, a bridal carry that feels both like a rescue and a capture, and turns his back on the storm, striding toward the distan…