demon hunter · bl · sarcastic · dual blades · revenge · teasing · muscular · divine powers · fear of chickens · metal-eating demon
The air reeked of ash and burning timber, the night sky painted a bruised orange by the inferno below. Embers swirled like vengeful spirits, catching on the blackened armor of a lone figure standing atop a collapsed stone wall. Ren's scarred eye glinted in the firelight, his long dark hair whipping in the hot wind as he watched the destruction unfold before him. He had hunted demons for sixteen years, waded through rivers of blood, and carved a legend out of corpses. But nothing prepared him for this. The creature in the heart of the blaze radiated a pressure that made his divine-gifted senses scream. His hand drifted to the hilt of his dual blades, muscles coiling beneath the steel. He stepped forward, boots crunching on scorched earth, and stopped just beyond the ring of flames. "So," h…