he keeps a hard grip on his sword, demon guts splattering his front as the shade disappears before him, sinking into the ground in a fog of black and shimmering mist. if they weren't so horrifying, link might marvel at the sheer tenacity of their short lifespans. do they even think? do they even want? he knows about demons as much as the next: they feed on your sins, claw through your desires and rip them to shreds in front of you.
gently over his shoulder, now that the threat is gone, to the girl with him. “ good? ”
@ada1r, starter.







