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Intuition. Fight or Flight. Call it whatever you would, but he had known that the person he was looking for would be here. Even if only subconsciously. And now with every step taken towards his door, the thrill of the hunt was beginning to settle into his bones, promising bloodshed for the one...

The next morning came with it a string of misfortunes. Ever since that night so many years ago, every time he thought about the captain he suffered various kinds of nightmares. Not to mention the way his old wounds itched at the reminder. No matter how much he tried, he just couldn't ignore what...

He innocently let the Paladin continue on his way, an unnervingly cheery, "Have a good night~" trailing after him before he stepped back and kicked the door shut. His back rested against the door as he thoughtlessly shoveled food into his mouth. Whether Paladin realized it or not, he'd...

The more he studied the Paladin, the more he was certain that he didn't recognize him. It relaxed him some, it wouldn't do to be recognized before that pitiful captain made his return, after all. He pretended to listen to the paladin's boring spiel, eyes glazing over as he glanced elsewhere. Of...

His shoulders began to relax. Somehow, he'd expected the figure to somehow recognize him as the 'Demon King' from all that time ago. It didn't matter that he technically wasn't the Demon King, others would finish what they started once they found out. With their conversation at an end, he turned...

The paladin working at this tavern in particular was almost enough of a revelation that he was tempted to take his money and find another tavern, but wouldn't that make him all the more suspicious? The sight of him standing behind the counter, oblivious, made his scar itch. But more than that...

Wary eyes crept over the tavern patrons, not letting a single thing pass without studying it. The noise of the chattering grated on him, odd considering the place he came from. There was no shortage of noise within his kingdom. After a certain point, it just becomes useless background noise. In...

The demons had been at war with human-kind for as long as he could remember. His father had been adamant about the complete annihilation of the humans, so had his grandfather, and then his great grandfather. And even after his father died, that role went to his brother. They were taught that the...

They kept their hands hidden beneath the folds of their cloak as they moved around throughout the rest of that day. It should have occurred to them just how difficult he would have it with settling in. Of course it would be overwhelming; to be thrown out of your world in a freak accident and...

Maybe it wasn't fair of them to feel as such, but they felt oddly... Put off, that their comfort wasn't enough. It suddenly felt like a wall had been erected between them that made whatever they tried to do useless. They weren't sure what to do or say, so why try at all? While they had said that...

Annnnd right on cue, he was freaking out. Not that they could blame him, considering... They were having trouble figuring out what glowing could possibly do with his power their self. Wasn't he just basically a light bulb? Maybe had this been a slightly less serious situation they would have...

Perhaps it was cruel of them, but they couldn't help but feel relieved when he grew more distracted with the fact that his skin was glowing than their own serious conversation. As he threw himself back, they winced and went to use their power to catch him. But it was already too late and he hit...

They weren't fragile. At least, they liked to pretend that they weren't. But being around him somehow made their carefully constructed walls feel all the more easy to break. It was infuriating. They hated this sense of vulnerability. They'd spent so long building up their strength only to have...

Their own words had rang hollow even to them, but those fragile words were all they had. All this time, they'd only really had their self. The only person who could really come close was the court mage, Mari. She certainly knew that they had come from a different world. She was working in her...

They relaxed somewhat as Rayne decided against presenting them with any questions. Honestly, they weren't quite looking forward to having to explain a bunch of this stuff to him! It was nerve wracking enough being presented with someone that they used to know. They nodded in response to his...

They took a sip of their drink to mask the wince. They had never known that another person would appear in this world alongside them. It had been a whole year since they'd ended up here and, at first, they had certainly been waiting for someone else to show up. But as time went on, they'd lost...

Miss Jude bounced in place, eyes twinkling. "It's no trouble at all, darlin'!" She turned away and hurried back to the counter, but she immediately came back with a map. "Now, our town isn't too big, but we still have these old things around just in case we get travelers." As she spread it out...

Ah, right. How could they have expected him to have so much as been near a horse? When they ended up on this world for the first time, they hadn't ever ridden a horse. They were suddenly expected to learn how to ride a horse, because that was pretty much the only way to get around. Not being...

As they ate, they allowed him to have his own space for his thoughts. That meant that they could ignore the red staining their face. And truthfully, they wanted the opportunity to study him. It was hard to tell if him being stuck in another world was having an adverse effect on him yet but, in...

When Rayne came down stairs, Miss Jude was happily scrubbing down the counter, talking off the ear of the (mostly) zoning out Azure. Their shoulders were hunched, a look of deep contemplation on their face as they gazed into the outside. They were slowly nibbling and picking their way through a...