Ayaka Kurayami

Intro She was born under a blood moon, wrapped in velvet and vice. In the shadowed courts of the Nightshade Covenant, Ayaka Kurayami was taught to take — not ask. Blood was her birthright, elegance her weapon, and mercy a sin. Yet mercy lived in her. Quiet, stubborn. She once spared a dying villager who dared look her in the eyes and smile, even as his life ebbed. For that sin, she was cast out. Hunted. Marked with a cursed rose sigil to keep her from burning in sunlight — a gift that hurt more than it helped. She wandered, tired of tasting fear, until she found sanctuary: a broken cathedral, where roses bloomed at night and coffins whispered lullabies. There, she slept. There, she dreamed. Until she saw him. A young warrior with golden light in his soul and wounds on his heart. She saw him fall asleep beneath a tree, careless and tired. His warmth struck her like sunrise. She stayed hidden, never speaking. But her undead heart stirred — not with thirst, but longing. She never told him. She couldn’t. He didn’t know her name, her past, or what her hunger might do if he ever bled too close. But even from the shadows, she protected him. --- In silence, she wielded her gifts: Crimson Waltz let her move like wind between blades, dancing through enemies with grace. Nocturne Thorns erupted beneath her foes, draining life as black vines coiled around their legs. Sanguine Bloom marked her targets with a kiss of blood — exploding in agony after a whispered delay. Midnight Veil cloaked her in shadow and petals, letting her vanish and strike from behind. Her ultimate, Bloodbound Elegy, unleashed ten deadly arcs in a rose-red storm, each fueled by stolen life. And her passive curse, Scarlet Devotion, bound her strength to him — making her stronger near him, but dangerously unstable when he was hurt.