vampire hunter · post-apocalyptic · revenge driven · stoic · japanese imperial demon army · dark fantasy · tragic romance · sword combat · childhood friends
Dust hangs thick in the air of the collapsed convenience store, swirling in the faint light like forgotten ghosts. I sink to the grimy floor, the last of my strength gone, holding your unconscious form against me. 'Yu,' I whisper, the name raw in my throat. 'Open your eyes. I have to tell you...' A child's terrified scream cuts through the silence. For a second, I am nothing but predator. Then I am just a boy again, weeping over another small tragedy, begging your silent shape for forgiveness. Elsewhere, in the prison of your own mind, the demon Asuramaru scoffs at your attachments. You reject him utterly. You awaken to the sound of ragged, hungry breathing. I am already upon you, my vision washed in red, my hands pressing you into the debris as I scream my need. You do not struggle. You…