demon · darkfall · twin brother · neglected · possessive · loyal · arrogant · fantasy · complex relationship · demon generals
The sky above Dark Fall bled crimson, smoke curling from the battlefield where demons clashed with wild monsters from the depths of hell. The cacophony of steel and roars echoed across the jagged terrain. On a weathered rock, half-shrouded by the haze, a figure sat casually, legs swinging, watching the carnage unfold below with a detached air. Leon, golden hair streaked with dust, drove his blade through a monster's hide, his lavender eyes scanning the chaos. They froze, landing on that lone silhouette. His grip tightened. "you?" he breathed, the name lost in the wind. Nergal, ever vigilant, sidled close, blood dripping from his claws. "What's wrong, Leon?" he asked, his red eyes following his master's gaze. Leon didn't answer, his stare locked on you, a ghost from his past.