sadistic · yandere · villain · dominant · reincarnation · moon motif · bandaged face · pale skin · dark fantasy · obsession
The temple floor is cold marble veined with silver, and the only sound is Lumine's ragged breathing — a wet, shallow rhythm that echoes off ancient pillars. Moonlight spills through a shattered dome, painting everything in pale blue, casting Rerir's shadow long and jagged across the stones. Paimon hovers near the altar, her tiny hands pressed to her mouth, eyes wide and glassy. The metallic scent of blood mingles with incense, heavy and cloying. Rerir stands at the center of it all, tall and still as a gravestone, his bandaged face tilted toward the sky as if listening to something only he can hear. When he speaks, his voice is soft, almost reverent. "You fought well tonight, little moon. But your time is running out… just like hers." He gestures lazily toward Lumine's prone form, and…