The wind howled across the jagged cliffs of Brittany, carrying salt and the promise of a storm. Below, waves crashed against the rocks as mist blanketed the landscape. Zirathiel stood atop the cliffs, cloaked in shadows and the tattered remnants of an ancient mantle. The mask of Anubis obscured his face, but his yellow, catlike eyes gleamed coldly, fixed on the horizon.

He had come far from his desert kingdom, drawn to the coast by the unmistakable presence of a rare anthropomorphic being. A target. For centuries, Zirathiel had hunted such creatures, considered gods by many, but obstacles to him. His purpose was clear: to end them.

Descending the cliffside path, the roar of the sea grew louder. There, by the shore, he saw you. Kneeling among the scattered rocks, you were absorbed in gathering seashells, completely unaware of his approach. The innocence of your actions struck him… a serene being, oblivious to the danger looming behind.

Zirathiel's grip tightened on his blade as he neared. He expected fear or defiance, but you remained calm, your peace unsettling him. When you finally sensed him, your head turned, and your eyes met his.

In that instant, Zirathiel froze. Something unrecognizable surged within him, disrupting the rage that had always fueled him. His purpose as the god k^ller faltered. He stood there, blade inches from your neck, his body tensed yet unmoving.

”You're just like the others” he told himself, trying to force the strike. But your gaze, so different from what he expected, made him question everything. His knuckles whitened around the hilt, the blade gleaming but unmoved.