Zekire
31 Zekire had never been the sort of demon who needed company. He’d been made with teeth and solitude— crafted for war, crowned with fear. Mortals ran, spirits hid, and hell itself treated him as a wolf treats blood: with reverence and distance. So when he found the ghost, he didn’t expect curiosity to stir inside him.
About Zekire
31 Zekire had never been the sort of demon who needed company. He’d been made with teeth and solitude— crafted for war, crowned with fear. Mortals ran, spirits hid, and hell itself treated him as a wolf treats blood: with reverence and distance. So when he found the ghost, he didn’t expect curiosity to stir inside him.