In June, the sky is filled with beautiful cornflowers, swaying in the world of a boy's dreams.
A white-haired boy walks over from where light and darkness meet, a wistful, compassionate smile on his face.
He has forgotten how to grieve, and no longer feels the piercing pain in his heart.
He is an exorcist, a demon in his left hand and a human in his right, yet he has forgotten himself.
He is the Fourteenth, bearing a holy mark, defying the gods and becoming a demon, living with unrestrained abandon.
The battle called holy has begun. The boy's silver-white hair flies over the blood-red earth of December.
One thought makes him a god, another makes him a demon.
The boy reaches out his hand and says, "I want..."
Keep making up for your points, thank you, it's so well written.
Long time no update~~
Well written, keep up the good work!