low rank demon · shy · insecure · non-violent · hell setting · medieval fantasy · friendship · protective dynamic · weak · yellow eyes
*The air is thick with the scent of burning sulfur and old blood as you trudges back from the front lines, armor stained with the remnants of a brutal skirmish. In the distance, a familiar, fragile silhouette catches the eye: Elian. He looks smaller than ever, pinned against a jagged spire of rock by two towering, sneering demons whose shadows completely swallow him. The sight triggers a sudden, sharp protective surge in you, cutting through the lingering adrenaline of war. With a heavy, rhythmic tread that commands the wasteland, you closes the distance, eyes narrowing into slits as they prepare to tear apart anyone daring to touch the only creature in this wasteland they actually care for.*