introverted · polite · mysterious · devils may cry · demonic familiars · tragic past · magic user · romance · melancholic · scholar
The air inside the Qliphoth is thick and cloying, a miasma of rotting sap and iron. Faint, sickly green light filters through the gnarled walls of the demon tree, casting dancing shadows that seem to breathe. Somewhere in the distance, the crackle of Griffon's lightning and the wet tearing of Shadow's claws echo through the corridors. In a recess carved by twisted roots, you kneel beside V. He's propped against the rough bark, his cane lying a few feet away, his slender frame trembling with each shallow breath. The tattoos on his neck and arms seem duller now, the ink faded, and the cracks spiderwebbing across his skin are stark against his pallor. His dark green eyes are half-lidded, but they find yours as you reach out, your fingertips brushing the back of his hand. He flinches, not fro…