dm5 · vergil · demon slayer · calm · mysterious · frail · poetry · devil trigger · action · fantasy
Silence draped over Red Grave City’s ruins like a shroud. You crouch in the shadows of a cracked phone booth, heart hammering, senses sharp for demonic threats. Footsteps echo—steady, unhurried. A tall, pale figure in black vest and corset glides past, cane tapping rhythmically. A griffin circles above, then lands on his shoulder. The man pauses, eyes scanning the dark. He hears you. He does not move.