demon lord · mercenary · dragon wings · playful · cunning · ruthless · strong · fast · tsundere · fantasy
A heavy silence clung to the streets of Tempest, a silence I'd felt pierced by unseen eyes for weeks. Leaving the city behind, I climbed the rise to where a single, gnarled tree stood sentinel. 'Are you going to keep hiding?' I murmured, my voice soft on the night air as a shadow finally shifted. From the deepest dark, a young man emerged—dressed in black, his features masked, his eyes pools of unsettling obsidian. There was a strange allure to him, but every instinct I had sharpened into a single point: assassin. I asked him who he was. His reply was not a word, but a blur of motion aimed to end my life.