_Eshwar_

A tragedy...
An abrupt departure...
Death...
And rebirth.

Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword.
A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond.

It unveiled something,
Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented....
A being who seems to weave the threads of fate.

Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will?
If he does exist, what purpose does he serve?
Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him?
If it is another's will, can he defy it?
Can he turn his sword against his creator,
A being who literally writes his reality?

Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows,
Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

The Blind Swordsman.

"Pfft" Lassie's burst of laughter broke that fluffy atmosphere in between Ken and Thistle, before she turned away to hide herself from Thistle who glared at her from the corner of her eyes.

Ken faced in Lassie's direction before he faced up at Thistle once again, and "Why are you getting embarrassed?" Ken questioned softly as he stood back onto his feet while facing down.

Thistle's heart thumped frivolously in anticipation and embarrassment as she came face to face with him and his drunk antics, she then stiffened when her blind man suddenly leaned towards her while she involuntarily synced her breathing with his.....

She stopped breathing entirely when his lips met with hers.

Her heart skipped a beat when he pulled her closer by her waist and loomed over her now weakened figure, as to devour her whole.

Devil: Devolved Dradvil