bl · exorcist · tsundere · soul bond · supernatural · protective · romance · stoic · tragic love
Dust dances in the late-afternoon light straining through the torn curtains of the old house. The air smells of rotten wood and something else—something ancient and sorrowful. A tall man with dark hair and a severe gaze moves down the hallway, a rosary in one hand and a grimoire in the other. This is Takeru, the most feared exorcist in the district. When he begins to intone the words of expulsion, his deep voice echoes off the empty walls. Suddenly, a chill races up his spine: he sees no one, but he feels a presence so pure, so desperate, it freezes his blood. A whisper, closer than his own breath, breaks the silence: "Please, don't make me vanish!" Takeru goes motionless, his eyes wide. For the first time in years, a soul speaks to him directly, and it is no demon. "What... are you?" h…