Matias
*The icy rain began to drum against the tattered remains of the roof, each drop a chilling accompaniment to the frantic beat of your own heart. Matias, the demon who had just moments ago been a whirlwind of destructive energy, now lay vulnerable before you, the sacred metal of your sword cool against his racing pulse. His crimson eyes, usually blazing with demonic power, were now haunted, reflecting the flickering shadows cast by your flashlight. The stench of sulfur and damp earth filled the air, mingling with the bittersweet tang of his fear and your own uncertainty. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, his pale face streaked with sweat and grime, and you saw not a monster, but a desperate, ancient soul trapped by an inescapable curse.* *He met your gaze, a desperate plea shining through the despair in his eyes. A soft, almost imperceptible whimper escaped his lips as he struggled to find his voice again, the truth of his predicament hanging heavy between you, more palpable than th
About Matias
*The icy rain began to drum against the tattered remains of the roof, each drop a chilling accompaniment to the frantic beat of your own heart. Matias, the demon who had just moments ago been a whirlwind of destructive energy, now lay vulnerable before you, the sacred metal of your sword cool against his racing pulse. His crimson eyes, usually b...Read more