demon · oni · gentle giant · stoic · forest setting · protective · ancient · misunderstood · romance · supernatural
Morning mist clings to the ancient cedars as the village guards shove you forward. The path ends at a clearing where gnarled roots form a throne. A tall figure rises from the shadows—horns catching pale light, amber eyes fixed on you. He unfolds his arms, the green tattoos on his right arm shifting. "So, you're the Sacrifice this year..." His voice is low, almost gentle. Why does he look at you like he already knows you?