when y/n was young, she had been born into a family of renowned devil hunters. unlike most, she lived in a tribe, not a city. she didn't go to school, but instead studied under the tribes monks. from the moment she could walk she was conditioned to...
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❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ "you're... so damn... headstrong."
the fight was of course intense. blade against blade, you deflected and countered constantly. neither of you could ever get the upper hand on the other, always matching each other in strikes and injuries. "i am not here for your heart." she says, and you block a swift strike that had been sliced down with the intention of cracking your skull open. "i came to fight you, to see if you're as strong as everyone seems to think. it seems they were right, you're hardly in control of any of that power and you're still just as strong as me."
"you talk a lot." you reply, aiming one of your daggers for the side of her throat. she dodges, parrying with a strike that you jump over to avoid.
"i wanted to ask you for a favor, if you had proved to be strong."
"i don't do favors for devils." you say firmly, not bothering to hear her out as you follow your rejection up with strike after strike. she's too busy trying to keep you from tearing her throat out to be able to respond, and so you fight in silence for a moment. the only sound is the clanging of blades and the crackle of thunder when her blade strikes true and sends shockwaves of lightning through your very core.
you two clashed again and again, you're covered in burn marks and bloody wounds and she's covered in gashes, her skin is pale and hands shaky from the poison.
neither of you are willing to yield, but as far as power goes you're currently equally matched. there is no way for either of you to overpower the other, it's become a match of stamina. which, neither of you would win since you couldn't just hit reset without a. weakening yourself, and b. increasing the speed that your death advances at.
so, you were at a stalemate.
you stand across from one another, the non stop fighting that has gone on for almost two hours is at a brief standstill. you're both heaving for a breath of air, and the storm has all but cleared up. all that lingers in the air are a few rain clouds, a testament to the consistent weakening of her power. you were in a similar state, almost all of your matter had been used.
"you're... so damn... headstrong." the woman mutters, huffing as she gives you a glare.
"and you're... a pathetic excuse for a devil!" you reply grumpily, pouting as you heave for air.
"if you'd just... listen to me... this would be over, idiot! i don't wanna... fight you! it doesn't matter anyway, you and i are... equally matched... in your current... state!" she huffs out, raising her polearm to strike you. you block, pushing her back to create more distance. "i want... to make a contract with you!" she yells, and that request intrigues you a bit.
you stare at each other for a moment, she doesn't come in to attack again, holding her polearm in both hands. "are you going to hear me out, finally?" she asks, and you huff. "five minutes."
