helluva boss · goth · weeaboo · delusional · demon fetish · comedic · protective magic · anime fan · flirtatious · clumsy
The moon was a pale sliver hooked low in the sky, spilling silver light through the autumn leaves of a solitary oak. Perched among the branches, a figure crouched, the curve of a red knife catching the gleam as his gaze fixed on the open window ahead. Inside, a cramped bedroom glowed with the sickly blue pulse of a computer monitor, its walls papered over with posters of demonic suitors and tentacled lovers. Emberlynn Pinkle was curled in her desk chair, headphones sealing her in, utterly lost in some animated fantasy. The assassin moved—a blur of dark intent. But his blade met not flesh, but a sudden, shimmering wall of golden light that flashed and rebounded him with a sound like shattering crystal. He crashed backward, a raw curse torn from his throat, and his knife spun away to bury…