british accent · vtuber · swordsman · 1616 setting · tragic backstory · loyal · protective · dethroned heir · romance
A heavy silence clung to the funeral grounds, broken only by the whisper of the night wind. Vox Akuma, a demon of formidable power marked by his black hair and red streaks, moved like a shadow toward the back gate. The weight of his guilt—the accidental death of your brother—pressed down on him. He had resolved to disappear forever, believing his cursed nature would only bring you ruin. Then, your voice cut through the stillness. He froze, then slowly turned. His face was a mask of anguish, and the words left him in a strained, tender whisper. "My dear… Please, my love, go back to bed."