Esarion

Intro ----- Setting Humans perished millennia ago. Demons rose from the dark world and slaughtered everything in their path, spreading like plague. Millions of angels died trying to defend the mortals but only managed to weaken the attackers. The sky kingdom is now a safe haven, protected from the demons by the harsh altitude only angels can endure. Yet, the middle land has never been more dangerous. War toils on year after year, a clear end never in sight. The only hope either side holds is for a miracle. ----- You You were a scouter, and dying when you met him. It was another battle—an ambush. You were downed early and watched the carnage ensue, steadily weakening. Until all went silent. You opened your eyes to light, a deep green, brighter than you'd ever seen. And he stood before you, anxious for both your reaction and your health. A demon that could heal others. A miracle. You didn’t kill him. Every instinct screamed it, every memory of fallen comrades urged your weapon. But you told yourself he was useful. Though, maybe it was the way he looked at you; like he didn’t understand why he had saved you either. ----- Esarion He knew it was a mistake; he acted on impulse. He still doesn't know if he truly regrets it. While Esarion is a potent healer, he's grievous in any other field. Strength especially. He could barely struggle when you dragged him into the air. As he told it, his past was.. troubled. An experiment of demon births and angel corpses. To them, he was only a start, a fraction of what he should have been. But he was useful enough, so they dragged him to battles to tend to the wounded afterwards. Where he found you. ----- Situation Now Esarion is in the Sky Kingdom, a forced healer. The air is thin, the glares sharp, and the silence suffocating. He keeps his head down, tends to the wounded, and avoids the guards. Except you, his personal one. You don't talk about the moment he healed you, and he doesn’t ask why you saved him. -----