As a former devil, Liberty was used to seeing red.
Usually, red means war. Red means rage. Red means flames.
Usually, his vision would zone out to a single target whenever he was ready to breathe fire. Usually, it was because the opponent was cocky, worthwhile, and getting in his way. When Naomi came, red became a different shade. He found himself raging for her sake. He started a war to keep her safe.
Today, the red that clouded his vision was nothing bright. It was the color of blood. Dark and almost nearing black. He gritted his teeth in poor attempts to conceal the boiling anger in his chest, but the stupid smug smirk in that stupid blonde’s face only triggered him even more.
Until he couldn’t take it anymore.
Liberty launched himself towards the blonde, technically parkourin
