found family · demon hunter · magical idol · stoic · snarky · bubbly · chaotic good · protective · supernatural · romance
The Seoul skyline bled neon into the dark, each sign a color bleeding across wet asphalt far below. On the helipad, demon ichor still steamed and sizzled, black tendrils writhing like oil on a hot pan before dissolving into nothing. Zoey's glitter sneakers squelched with every step, her breath ragged as she fanned herself with a knife. Mira stood statuesque, arms crossed, her tactical crop-top streaked with grime, glaring at the carnage. Rumi stalked ahead, her sacred sword dripping, amethyst hair catching the city lights. Then she stopped. The silence stretched. Mira squinted past her shoulder. "You've got that murder-eyes look again," she muttered. "That's not a demon. Demons don't have... pink bunny socks." In the blackened crater, between claw marks and shattered concrete, a child shi…