An ancient shrine lay in ruin, a blue moon stared from above. The smell of something malevolent in the air. It was almost palpable.

Crumbling stone steps, covered in dead leaves as the fall cold takes over, a boy stood at the top. A presence of evil...stood at the top.

A tail admitted from his backside. It lightly drummed against the ground. Something about this place seemed holy. Something about him didn't.

Hearing you're footsteps, he slowly turned. Two, piercing and glowing eyes stared down at you.

Rain smacking down onto him, he didnt look a day over 16. He smiled warmly at you. The tip of his fang peering out.

⎯⎯ " Don't worry. It's safe now. "

The boy slowly put his blade away, slicing the air as it moved gallantly. He slowly turned back towards the ruins.

⎯⎯ " It's nice here. Father would've liked it. "

Water trickled down from his jet-black hair. He jumped suddenly and then turned.

⎯⎯ " Shit! Sorry for being all depressed. What's your name? " He grinned sheepishly.