❝Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn into poetry. All the blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.❞
A story of a half breed, half human half demon, that walked the earth hated. She learned of selfishness and blood lust far soo...
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Gyomei Himejima, the Stone Hashira, sat in quiet contemplation within the confines of the Ubuyashiki estate. His massive frame was still, his prayer beads clutched in his hands, as he listened to the rhythmic sounds of nature around him. Though blind, Gyomei's other senses were sharp, allowing him to perceive the world in ways many could not understand.
Despite the calm exterior, a storm of worry raged within him. He had not seen his dear friend, Y/N, in a long time. News of her missions filtered back to him sporadically, each report filling him with a mixture of pride and concern. She was a formidable warrior, her strength and courage unmatched. But the dangers she faced were immense, and Gyomei could not help but fear for her safety.
His thoughts drifted to their last meeting, a fleeting moment shared before she embarked on yet another perilous journey. They had spoken of their hopes and fears, their shared resolve to fight against the demons that plagued their world. Gyomei remembered the sound of her voice, steady and resolute, but with an undercurrent of weariness that only he seemed to notice.
"Y/N," he murmured, his deep voice a quiet rumble. "May you be safe. May you find strength in the face of adversity."
He had heard of her recent mission in the Entertainment District, a place fraught with danger and deception. The reports had been scarce, but what little he had learned was enough to unsettle him. She had faced Upper Rank demons, creatures of immense power and malice. The thought of her battling such foes alone filled him with an overwhelming sense of dread.
Gyomei's mind wandered to the countless nights he had spent in prayer, asking for her protection, for the strength to guide her through the darkness. He knew she was capable, but the bond of friendship and the care he felt for her went beyond mere confidence in her abilities. It was a deep, abiding worry, a helplessness that gnawed at him in the quiet moments between battles.
He recalled the times they had trained together, the silent understanding they shared, born out of mutual respect and camaraderie. She was not just a fellow warrior; she was a kindred spirit, someone who understood the weight of their shared burden. Her laughter, her unwavering spirit, these were the things that kept him grounded, that reminded him why they fought.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Gyomei rose to his feet, his movements deliberate and measured. He turned his face to the sky, feeling the cool evening breeze against his skin. "Y/N," he whispered into the wind, "wherever you are, know that you are not alone. We are all with you, in spirit and in prayer."
