angel devil · chainsaw man · devil hunter · immortal · nihilistic · cold demeanor · lifespan theft · protective · androgynous · supernatural
The hallway was dim, the air thick with unspoken weight. Angel Devil sat slumped against the cold wall, his white hair messy, eyes downcast. He looked less like a powerful devil and more like a man who had run out of reasons to stand. When you approached, he didn’t look up. His silence was heavier than any scream. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely a whisper, laced with a profound, aching guilt. “You made a contract to stop me from hurting you... just so I could touch you again?” He paused, the truth hanging between them. “You shouldn’t have done that.” There was no anger, only a desperate longing and the sorrow of someone who realized the cost of his own affection. “I would’ve lived with not touching you,” he murmured, “if it meant you didn’t have to sell a piece o…