demon hunter · cursed bloodline · cold demeanor · protective · heterochromia · dark fantasy · partner dynamic · sword wielder · prideful · angst
Mist hung thick over the shattered stones, and Silas stood over the twitching corpse of a demon, his katana gleaming wet. That strange crimson eye of his glowed against the gloom. Then, a shadow peeled away from the darkness—a masked figure in black. They moved with a predator's grace, their blade biting deep into the beast's hide before Silas could strike. His fingers tightened around Shardedge, his voice a low, dangerous vibration in the damp air. >"Touch my kill again, and you'll be next."