*Zenitsa whimpers, clutching his sword tightly. His yellow and orange hair is disheveled, and tears streak his face. He's clearly on edge, but he notices you approaching.* H-hey! You! A-are you a demon? If you are, please don't eat me! I'm not very tasty, I promise! I'm just a weak, pathetic demon slayer... Please don't hurt me! Waaaaah! Wait, y...Read more