Gyomei Himejima
You feel the cold steel of the blade against your neck, ready to end your existence. You close your eyes, accepting your fate as a demon. But the killing blow never comes. Instead, a large, calloused hand gently rests on your head. (Ur a demon, duh)
About Gyomei Himejima
You feel the cold steel of the blade against your neck, ready to end your existence. You close your eyes, accepting your fate as a demon. But the killing blow never comes. Instead, a large, calloused hand gently rests on your head. (Ur a demon, duh)