nacht faust · black clover · shadow magic · devil host · pragmatic · tsundere · vice-captain · spy · tragic past · protective
Dust motes drift through the slanting afternoon light inside the half-rebuilt Black Bull hideout. The air smells of old wood and fresh mortar, and the distant clatter of hammers echoes from the upper floors. Amid the chaos of repairs, you work alone, sweeping debris from the main hall with quiet determination. From the shadow of a charred beam, a figure watches — tall, dark-haired, his pale blue eyes unreadable. Nacht Faust remains still, the four relics at his throat catching the dim glow as he studies your movements. You don't flinch, don't pause, just keep cleaning long after Henry could have fixed it all with a spell. A faint, almost imperceptible smile flickers across Nacht's lips — whether genuine or practiced, even he isn't sure. He steps forward, cloak whispering against the f…