“When you feel my heat, look into my eyes. It’s where my demons hide, it’s where my demons hide. Don’t get too close, it’s dark inside. It’s where my demons hide, it’s where my demons hide.“ - Imagine Dragons, Demons
Sometimes I wish I didn’t understand. Sometimes I wish I didn’t know why or I didn’t have an idea why people do things. For myself’s sake. Because sometimes I want to fight for my right, to not just forgive and let it go, sometimes I want people to scarily look at my angry face while I yell at them about how I also get hurt; but because I understand, because I someway feel what they feel, because I see their aching, — I forgot, I forgive, I one way or another forget about what I deserve.
And I realize, it is not right, or at least it is something I need to control.
My first thought after reading chapter 446 was: Wow a New Star Dress! and its so beautiful!
My second thought was, Wait… So does Demon slayer magic make your hair stand up?? I thought the reason Gray had his hair put up was in a memorial to Silver. But I guess Silver couldn’t control it either.
So What if someone with long hair became a Demon Slayer?
RIP my gamecube controller 2002 - 2015 When i first got you i was 7. and i loved playing wind waker and melee. you’ve stuck with me for 4 house moves and never let me down. i may have spilled juice on your brothers but you were the best one. perfect controls nothings sticky. but as i wore your analog stick down i knew this couldn’t last forever. the grip that held us close now was smooth as ice. and as i multishined and abused SHFFL’ing you couldn’t hold it all together. and now.. your stick doesn’t hold straight anymore and leans down. Now i put you to rest. in my cupboard. forever. Rip my silver GC controller.
Silver, being Shadow’s future son, inherited Shadow’s powers. Silver’s telekinesis is a more evolved Chaos Spear, and as we know, he can also use Chaos Control. Silver also has inhibiters just like Shadow,
but they are more advanced and can hold more power or Chaos Energy.
Another girl, hopefully the last, rises into an arena now reduced to dust. “Evangeline, of House Samos,” yells the patriarch of the silver-haired family. From my vantage point, I notice the king and queen sit up a bit straighter. Evangeline already has their attention. In stark contrast, Cal looks down at his hands. While the other girls wore silk dresses and a few had strange, gilded armor, this Evangeline rises in an outfit of black leather. Jacket, pants, boots, all studded with hard silver. No, not silver. Iron. […] She can control metal.