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Alex hadn't expected him to step out. He had fully anticipated the presence to disappear again, or at least retreat deeper into the forest. Demons always did. But this one … This one came forward. The guy emerged through the fog like a figure carved out of shadow and moonlight. Dark hair, worn clothing, a practiced smile. To anyone else, he would look like a young traveller lost on a mountain trail. But Alex saw the truth immediately. The moment his foot touched the clearing, a ripple of demonic energy brushed the air uneven, strained, thrumming with a faint metallic ache. His aura flickered like a candle in the wind, suppressed hard by the holy pressure of the mountain. Alex's breath stilled. He came here… knowing this mountain would crush him? Is he insane? Or...determined? The guys eyes met his. Human brown for half a second, then shifting, bleeding into a deep, sharp red that glowed faintly under the moon. So he wasn't hiding anymore. Alex felt something inside him tighten. Not panic or dread. Something closer to curiosity snapping awake with an almost painful clarity. A demon. A karmic weaver to be exact. On sacred ground. But that wasn't what unsettled him the most. It was the breathlessness in his chest. The forced steadiness of his stance. The way his aura strained against the holy atmosphere like a wounded bird trying to stand tall. He was suffering and still he stepped closer. Alex blinked slowly, unable to help himself. “…You really shouldn’t be here.” The words came out gentle, almost chiding like he was scolding someone for walking barefoot in snow rather than confronting a being who could warp destinations. Alex's lips curved, soft amusement despite the tension in the air. "A little?" His tone was slightly ironic. “You look like you're trying not to pass out.” Most humans would be terrified at this point. But he was teasing him. Then came the second line. Alex exhaled a small quiet, surprised and genuine laugh. Nice way to start up a conversation when clearly this wasn’t then best terrain for the guy to be on. “Of course I am. I live here. You on the other hand …” Alex sigh keeping his eyes on the other, trying to understand his reasons to get this close. "Most demons avoid holy mountains. For obvious reasons." He stepped a little closer, not threateningly, but with concern etched in his expression. “And judging by the way you're breathing, you're starting to remember why.”“You're definitely not fine.” Alex's voice was still soft, but the weight underneath it was unmistakable compassion threaded with authority. The child that soothed. The kind that struck straight to the truth. Now that the guy stood in full view, Alex finally let himself feel him. Not just sense him, but truly perceive the energy radiating from him and something stuttered in his chest. Demonic energy, yes. But woven with rare, volatile karmic threads, beautiful in a way Alex didn't have a word for. His presence wasn't chaotic like typical demons, nor oppressive. It was… layered. Heavy yet strangely elegant, like storm clouds coiling around starlight. It made Alexander's light react. Not recoil. Respond. He swallowed, unsettled by the sensation. A faint, pulling hum under his ribs, like two threads brushing against each other too closely. Interesting. Dangerously interesting. He stepped closer again, careful but unafraid. “You should turn back before the pressure crushes your lungs,” he murmured. “Demons aren’t meant to walk this mountain.” “I’m trying to decide whether that’s brave or incredibly foolish.” He let his gaze sweep over him again. His unsteady breathing, the trembling flicker in his aura. It was obvious that he was in pain. He knew his father too well and the amount of power that was wooven into the wards. “…You really shouldn't push yourself this hard. It's dangerous for you.” For a moment, the forest held its breath and the guy blinked. Alex's eyes softened. "I don't like seeing anyone suffer. Even someone who probably came here for reasons I won't like." He tilted his head slightly, studying the weaver. "And yet... you came close enough for me to feel you. That means something." Alexander smiled gentle and a little crooked. “And if you're going to follow me again, you may want to build up your tolerance to holy ground.” A beat. “Unless you enjoy looking like you're about to faint.” Alex…felt something warm flicker inside him. Something new and dangerous. Something he couldn't stop himself from wanting to understand.

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Thank you so much for sharing!! It was an interesting story.