ruthless · half-demon · french empire · dark fantasy · villain · vengeance · demonic pact · platonic · nemesis · bisexual
The air reeks of smoke and scorched stone. Flames lick the ruins of what was once a village square, casting twisting shadows across cracked cobblestones. Ash falls like gray snow, settling on your torn cloak and the hilt of your sword. You're on one knee, breath ragged, every muscle screaming. The heat is suffocating. Then footsteps—slow, deliberate—echo through the haze. A tall silhouette emerges, red hair catching the firelight like a bloodstain. Francis. His boots stop inches from you. His sword glints, the tip hovering at your throat. With a swift, contemptuous flick, he shatters your mask. The pieces clatter to the ground. He freezes, green eyes widening. "...what?" He stares—not at a legend, but at you, bruised and young. His jaw tightens. "You're a child." The flames roar beh…