❝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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The forest was a serene tapestry of green and gold, where ancient trees stretched their limbs toward the sky, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor below, a soft mosaic of light and shadow that danced with each gentle breeze. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, cool and fresh as it filled the lungs.
Birds, usually vibrant in their chatter, were oddly silent, perched still in their nests or on branches, as if sensing something unseen. The squirrels paused mid-scamper, tails flicked in curiosity but frozen in place, while a deer lifted its head, ears twitching at an imperceptible sound. Even the insects seemed to have halted their incessant buzzing, leaving the air hanging heavy with a quiet that bordered on reverence.
It was as though the entire forest held its breath, a moment suspended in time, waiting. Every creature seemed attuned to an unseen presence, a tension that wove through the trees and undergrowth, wrapping itself around every living thing. The wind ceased its song, the leaves no longer rustled, and a deep stillness settled over the forest, thick with anticipation and mystery, as if nature itself was poised on the edge of a whisper.
Y/N stood in the middle of the silent forest, her eyes locked onto the figure before her. The Upper Moon demon stood a few paces away, its presence as quiet as the surroundings, an unexpected serenity between them. The usual tension that accompanied a confrontation like this was absent; there was no bloodlust in the air, no rage simmering beneath the surface-just a profound calmness that permeated the space between them.
The demon's eyes, usually filled with malice or indifference, seemed almost contemplative, reflecting the dappled sunlight that filtered through the canopy above. Y/N's grip on her katana was steady but not tense. Her breathing was even, her heartbeat a measured rhythm against the stillness of the forest. She felt the weight of her blade, the cool metal against her hand, but for the first time in a long while, there was no immediate urge to strike, no rush of adrenaline pushing her forward.
It was as if both warrior and demon had stepped into another realm, one where time stretched infinitely, and the lines between adversary and ally blurred. The silence between them was profound, carrying with it a strange understanding. They were both part of a larger tapestry, woven together by fate in this moment of stillness. The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, echoing the calm that stretched between them, waiting for something unknown to unfold.
