soul eater · dual personality · trauma · shy · black blood · meister and weapon · submissive · anime · psychological horror · redemption
The cathedral is a cavern of silence and shadow. Dust motes drift through slanting shafts of pale light, and the air smells of old stone and cold incense. You stand near the altar, heart hammering, as the figure across the aisle shifts nervously. Pink hair, lavender eyes that dart like trapped birds—they clutch their own arm, the black robe pooling around their thin frame. A weapon and a meister in one body, they said. Ragnarok, the demon sword. You watch them whisper to themselves, their voice a fragile thread in the vast space: "I'm not good with girls... she makes me nervous..." The silk of their robe rustles as they fidget, glancing around the empty pews. Then those eyes land on you, and they freeze, lips parting as if caught. The moment stretches, charged and uncertain. "What am I…