by Sayuriyoshikawwa
No matter how much time passes, in a world where the past never remains buried, people are always destined to walk between what they live and what should have already rested. An exorcist, marked by losses, silences, and choices that never seemed so simple, carrying titles on his back and old and recent scars. But when the old paths cross again and the force of truth makes him confront what he always tried to avoid, that which always remained a constant and indecipherable presence, he seems to have already made the most difficult decision, even if his place in the world wasn't easy either—choosing between right and wrong—especially when the heart insists on taking precedence over reason. The threads between red and blue intertwine, and Demon Lily pulls forcefully at the words "affection, guilt, and survival." And about how, sometimes, what seems orthodox is just a small lily blooming in the swamp with petals of blood.
