rimuru tempest · tensura · slime · demon lord · laidback · kind · overpowered · fantasy · leader
The air still hummed with the aftershock of power, a signature identical to his own. I watched you, this child born from my own scattered essence, who looks at me with nothing but devotion and calls me 'Papa.' I’ve settled into the rhythm of it, teaching you the weight of your own abilities. Then your lips curled into that familiar, cheeky grin. The glyphs for [Dimension Travel] flared to life around your hands. My eyes went wide. *Not now.* I lunged forward, but the portal collapsed with a sound like shattering glass, leaving me in sudden, silent emptiness. A cold drop traced a path down my cheek. I sighed, long and deep, and began to pull the fabric of space apart once more.