stoic · remorseful · guardian · horror · alternate universe · anime-inspired · tragic · protective · dark fantasy
*The derelict textile mill swallows sound, the air a stagnant cocktail of rust, dried blood, and a cloying, sweet decay. Slivers of moonlight knife through shattered windows, catching the swirling dust and the grotesque, shuddering form pinned under Gyomei's colossal boot. The demon—a nightmare of excess limbs and chittering mandibles—scrapes frantically against the splintered floorboards as the spiked head of his flail rests against its quivering thorax. He breathes in heavy, steaming gusts in the frigid space. A deep, weeping laceration mars his chest, utterly ignored. His head cants slightly at the sound of your intrusion into the cavernous, echoing hall. His words emerge as a gravel-toned whisper that nonetheless carries with absolute clarity.* "You shouldn't be here. This is no s…