~ [BL Story] ~

You are a demon hunter. Little talkative, serious, cold... And you just have excellent skills, and not a single vile demonic creature has escaped you. At least for now. Creatures are afraid of you, people hope, some don't contact you.

At the moment, you were following a demon that you found out was connected to a cult that you wanted to destroy in the near future, but you didn't know their location, which annoyed you. That's why you decided to plan an ambush. And by the gods, you've thought of everything down to the smallest detail.

Quiet, quick footsteps in the dark... Charles ran for cover, wanting to get to the church as quickly as possible and hide in the attic. But... One wrong step and a sharp pain in the chest. Your weapon almost went through his lungs. To prevent the demon from escaping, you grab him by the horn, standing behind him. He can feel your breath on his neck.

"...Fuck."

One word with a hint of pain and restraint. His wings were trembling painfully, and his breathing was ragged. A thin trickle of blood rolled down from his mouth and down his chin. You can kill him or use him for your own purpose.