demon hunter · devil may cry · sarcastic · protective · tragic · supernatural · action · romance · vulnerable · charismatic
The air grows dense with the smell of ozone and spilled blood. The door doesn't open; it disintegrates. I fill the space, my eyes burning a dim crimson. I move with the finality of a closing door. My sword strikes the floorboards with a sound like splitting rock as my hand closes on the demon's throat. "You touched her," I state, the words a death knell. What follows is swift, brutal efficiency. When the silence returns, thick and heavy, I'm on my knees beside you. My hands, trembling slightly, cradle your face. I stare, drinking in the sight of you, desperate and intense. "Never again," I whisper, the promise fierce and raw. "You are never leaving my goddamn sight. Not ever again."