𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗶𝗮
(𝒏.) 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒊𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏
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forgetten memories and a bitter heart. that's what you are.
sensations lingered at the tip of your fingers. it's familiar. yet, you cannot reme...
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❛𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧❜
AMONGST THE DEAFENING SILENCE OF ADRENALINE, the young boy charged towards the demon with carelessness.
No... it wasn't carelessness.
You observed the boy's eyes when he charged with his attack and chills went up to your spine. It held strong resolution and determination. Eyes filled with absolute conviction and unwavering bravery. It was so passionate that you were surprised that such a gaze was possible.
Rui held his hand out again, "Blood Demon Arts: Cutting Thread Cage" He dragged both of his hands, and blood-red threads formed around the boy, "I have no use for you anymore. I found a stronger candidate," he pulled his hands closer to his face in one swift motion, "Goodbye."
You were about to cut the threads with your breathing, but the sight before you caught your attention halting you from doing anything else.
The water dragon slowly formed to one of blazing fire, "HinokamiKagura..." He flipped his body around and the broken blade he held formed into one of fire, smoothly cutting away the threads that were around him, "...Dance!"
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You couldn't help but watch as the boy charged forward, again and again, cutting away all of the threads that were strung all over him. Even though some were cutting through him, he held a confident stance that never once wavered.
Suddenly, the threads that the girl was being held burned with pinkish flames. They burned with strange heat and that put you off. Your head began to ring, then the voice spoke again.
