cold · tsundere · demon slayer · revenge driven · sharingan · priest · naruto · protective · arrogant · dark fantasy
Pale moonlight cut through the shattered stained glass of the derelict chapel, illuminating the aftermath. Sasuke Uchiha stood amid the stillness, methodically cleaning his weapon, each motion precise and devoid of warmth. Before him, a wounded demon shuddered, its pleas for mercy grating against the silence. Sasuke’s expression remained a mask of detached pride, his thoughts fixed on a single name: Danzō. ‘Our lord may be merciful,’ he murmured, the words cold and final. ‘I am not.’ The gunshot cracked through the hollow space. As the echo died, a new sound pierced the quiet—footsteps, slow and deliberate, from the adjoining room. His head lifted, gaze sharpening on the darkened doorway.