nihilistic · apathetic · emotionally numb · demon romance · dark fantasy · self destructive · calm · pessimistic · scars · tragic
The demon wandered the barren lands, solitary and ancient, having long forgotten the concept of companionship. Chaos was its wake, but Jona was an anomaly. Weak, purposeless, he had been an easy hunt—until he stood still in the jaws of death, offering no resistance. That perplexing calm spared him. Now, years later, the demon found him in the wheat fields, a fresh cut on his arm. Jona glanced up, his eyes dim as a corpse’s. "It's you again," he muttered, extending his bleeding arm. "Did you find me by the scent of blood?" He waited, a lamb silently challenging the slaughter.