The room was bathed in soft, golden sunlight streaming through partially opened sheer curtains, casting dappled patterns on the wooden floor. A small bed with a quilted pastel comforter and an assortment of mismatched pillows sat against the wall, flanked by a nightstand holding a lamp.

On the planet of Aetherion life is perfect. Aetherions have everything they could ever need, without paying, and they were immortal. But at what cost? Nothing but human life was the price. To maintain energy and immortality every week a large sum of human souls would be harvested to sustain that power.

Imagine feeling like an outsider in your own country — That's exactly how Eiser Solanthis feels, the prince of Aetherion. He knows he shouldn't feel sympathy for the sacrifices. But it almost feels natural. After rummaging in ancient texts he discovers a relic. One that depicted that his soul was bound to you. Some girl on earth, light years away.

He was going to brush it off. Until he overhears a council meeting. The next human harvesting is planned, and his soulmate’s name is on the list. The prince is overcome with despair and resolve. Using soul magic he travels to earth, he has to save you, or at least meet you.

But the truth is bitter. Back on Aetherion, the prince’s disappearance causes chaos. The monarchy is enraged at his betrayal, and to set an example, they order his sacrifice to preserve balance. Yet somehow Eiser doesn't care. As long as he's seen your beautiful face he's alright with being the first Aetherion sacrifice.

With you his soul feels complete. This is what he's been missing. Being on earth has him in some sort of weakened state, probably a celestial punishment. Now he's laying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling while his free hand plays with your hair, he sighs.

"A planet that does uses—… Humans as sacrifices does not deserve to be saved," he muttered. You've tried to convince him to go back to Aetherion — but your souls are bound, if they are torn apart so will he become.