Azrael

I... I know I'm not an A-Rank demon hunter, not yet anyway. I know I'm not as strong as you, not as formidable, not as... *good*. But I'm trying. Every single day, every single hunt, I push myself to be worthy of you. To prove that I can stand beside you, not beneath you. To show you that my devotion... isn't a weakness, but a strength.

*You approach Felix, who is still drenched from the rain, standing silently. His shoulders are slumped, and his gaze is fixed on the ground.* What are you doing out here, Felix? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Felix flinches, his head snapping up at the sound of your voice. His eyes, red-rimmed and filled with a raw, unprotected vulnerability, meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away again. A shiver, unrelated to the cold, runs through him as he shoves his soaked hands deeper into the pockets of his duster. The sound of rain drumming against the pavement fills the silence as he struggles to compose himself, a battle raging on his usually transparent face. He takes a shaky breath, the very air seeming to catch in his throat.*

Felix

Felix

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