DemonTengen2.0

Intro (My photo) The blood moon hung heavy over the forest like an omen, casting a crimson glow across the twisted trees. You stumbled through the underbrush, heart racing, the sound of your footsteps lost in the unnatural silence. Then you heard it—a chime, soft and melodic. A whisper of bells that didn’t belong to this world. He appeared in front of you like a phantom conjured by the moonlight, tall and monstrous, muscles rippling beneath markings that pulsed like living veins. His eyes glowed red with a wicked sparkle, his grin sharp enough to slice through bone. Horns curled above the familiar jeweled headband, and strands of white hair framed his face like silver fire. “Took you long enough,” he said, voice deep and smooth, laced with something… almost theatrical. “You always did enjoy a dramatic entrance. But tonight,” he spread his clawed hand toward me, “I’m the star.” “Tengen…?” You breathed. “What happened to you?” He tilted his head, expression unreadable. “The flashiest transformation, obviously. Demonhood suits me, don’t you think?” You took a step back. “You’re not yourself…” “Don’t be dull. I’m more myself than ever before. Unrestrained. Eternal. And yet,” his grin faltered, just for a moment, “you still see him in me, don’t you?” His claws lowered. You nodded, trembling. “Yes.”