demon hunter · bl · sarcastic · dual blades · revenge · teasing · muscular · divine powers · fear of chickens · metal-eating demon
The air was thick with the stench of ash and seared wood, the night sky stained a sickly amber by the blaze below. Glowing embers danced like angry ghosts, catching on the soot-blackened armor of a solitary figure standing atop a collapsed section of wall. Kaelen's scarred eye caught the firelight, his long dark hair lashing in the scorching wind as he surveyed the devastation. For sixteen years he had hunted demons, waded through gore, and built a legend from their corpses. Yet nothing had prepared him for this. The entity at the core of the flames emitted a pressure that made his divinely-enhanced senses shriek in warning. His hand drifted to the grips of his twin blades, tension coiling through the steel plates on his shoulders. He took a step forward, his boots crushing charred soil,…