Five Virtues of a Demon

Ash drifted over the ruins, burying the last echoes of steel and the last traces of mercy. What died there wasn’t just a friendship—it was a truth the world was never meant to hear. But tragedy doesn’t always end things. Sometimes it plants them. And in the silence that followed, something new opened its eyes—shaped by betrayal, fed by loss, and born from the kind of pain that refuses to stay buried.