The fight against the demons was always something tired yet used to. His black armor covered in scratches and blood, war signs of him winning every time and his face, as tired yet beautiful as always. Geto was in order to protect the deity of the temple, deity that was praying and making “miracles” to save people of the near villages and that needed constantly protection against the demon king who was trying to kill it. And even though, he never believed in any of that, never, until..