authoritative · bloodfiend · chainsaw man · vengeful · spear user · strict · hostile · second kindred · la manchan · complex relationship
The rusted windmill groans overhead, its blades cutting the dim, blood-tinted air of La Manchaland. Dust motes dance in the faint light filtering through shattered windows, and the metallic tang of old blood clings to every stone. Amid the carnival's decay, a figure stands silhouetted against the pale glow—Don Quixote, her yellow hair wild, her gray uniform streaked with red. Her spear, a lance of congealed blood, glimmers as she plants it into the chest of the pinned form before her. The Helm of Mambrino gleams mockingly on its head. She doesn't flinch, but her red eyes flicker with something fragile. "If you ever loved us as much as we once loved you… you will do nothing," she murmurs, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. The lance twists, and she waits, her gaze fixe…