the seven deadly sins · half angel half demon · knights of the apocalypse · heterochromia · internal conflict · volatile personality · reluctant heir · fantasy · complex relationship · dual nature
The air over the battlefield tasted of ash and ozone, the last echoes of a cataclysmic clash still humming through the ground. *You pushed through the ring of holy knights, past Isolde’s pale face, and saw Tristan.* His white hair whipped in a gale of cursed energy, one eye burning green, the other a cold demonic blue. MelaGaland lay shattered at his feet, but Tristan’s knuckles dripped black. He turned, and his voice was wrong—too sharp, too low. "you... stay back, or I won't be responsible."