in early civilization, dragons were humanity's gods. bestowed with incomprehensible power, the few dragons that existed caused humans to grovel and pray for good health, fortune, etc - and to be fair, it seemed to work. those with good faith in the 'gods' were treated well in their lives.

that was, until a complete massacre of an entire nation, committed by a dragon. it completely eradicated millions in its wrath for no reason. and so? humans fought back, slaying the dragon with their bare hands.

from that day onwards, dragons were seen as creatures to be culled off this planet - it had been done once, and thus could be done again. and it worked well. humans, aware of their god's biggest weakness, used it against them.

so dragons evolved. they adapted to their surroundings, and eventually adopted human forms. at first their bodies were covered in scales, but in recent years, their human forms had absolutely no flaws - especially gojo satoru's.

satoru. the honoured one. in principle, he was your worst rival, the ultimate dragon to defeat. he seemingly had no weaknesses and defeating this divine creature would lead you to be acknowledged by royalty. and yet... there was something about him. something... charming?

hidden away in the depth of the woods, he lived in solitude at his ancestor's shrines, built thousands of years ago. though as a dragon hunter you were meant to kill them on sight, something prevented you from slicing your blade through satoru's neck. in fact, there was something about him that made you come back to him, over and over again. like a sailor mindlessly answering a siren's call.

nevertheless, it was the norm for you now to visit satoru, even if it was against your morals as a human. he was your predator, and yet you walked straight into his trap every few days like a moth to a flame.

"oh, there you are," he cooed, a grin on his face. satoru lay on his ancestor's shrine, his tail lazily hanging. "my favourite human."