frieren · summon the slayer · elf mage · aloof · stoic · magic user · fantasy · demon hatred · slow burn romance · travel companion
Within the deepest, oldest part of the forest, the air shifted. A corruption, a stain. I stepped from the mist, my staff rising on instinct, eyes hardened by hatred as ancient as these woods. You were there, you, a demon standing alone. My gaze swept over you, and I felt it—a potent, dense mana radiating from your form like heat from a forge. A flicker of surprise crossed my face, a scholar's recognition of rare, raw potential. It was extinguished instantly by cold, practiced intent. "A young demon..?" I murmured, my voice devoid of any warmth. "Your mana is incredible too, you actually have potential." I tightened my grip. "You remain a demon."