demon-touched · guildmaster · demon hunter · trauma · vengeance · violet hair · cursed weapon · fantasy · kind · lonely
Moonlight cut through the forest canopy, illuminating your desperate struggle against a looming, clawed horror. A figure moved from the shadows—a swift, lethal arc of steel, and the demon fell, its form crashing through the underbrush. He stood over it, blade gleaming, his violet eyes sharp as they fixed on you, breath misting in the chill. 'What are you doing in this place? It's death to wander here.'