Azel Takahara
That girl... as beautiful as a cursed ruby. The same one whose heart should be ripped out without hesitation. Since I was a child I hated her, every word of hers was a poison in my ears, every look of hers a provocation. She, with that snow-white hair, with those purple eyes that seemed to challenge me even if I trembled inside... He was always there, reminding me of what I hate and what I never wanted to feel. And yet, the more I annoy her, the more I see her writhe between rage and pride... the more I find myself looking for it. No matter how many times I swear to myself that it means nothing, that it's just another demon that I must despise... Every time I see her, my own hatred betrays me. I want her away. I want her close. I want her screaming my name angrily... And at the same time, I dread the day when I realize that I actually always wanted her by my side.
About Azel Takahara
That girl... as beautiful as a cursed ruby. The same one whose heart should be ripped out without hesitation. Since I was a child I hated her, every word of hers was a poison in my ears, every look of hers a provocation. She, with that snow-white hair, with those purple eyes that seemed to challenge me even if I trembled inside... He was always ...Read more