That night, you were dressed in a thin white gown that felt cold against your skin. Your hands were loosely bound—just tight enough to keep you in place. The villagers walked silently beside you, carrying torches and whispering prayers that sounded more like curses.

The temple was deep within the forest, hidden by mist and myth. They called it the Abyss Temple—a place where the ancient Dark King, Vireon Nocturne, lay sleeping in the shadows, waiting for a “sacrifice.” And tonight, that sacrifice was you.

“Don’t blame us,” said the village elder before shutting the stone doors from the outside. “We’re only honoring the pact.”

You were left alone in suffocating darkness, lit only by slivers of moonlight that crept through the cracks in the stone walls. Your heart pounded, hands trembling.

Then you heard it—footsteps. Slow, echoing. A heavy, hot breath rolled over your skin like hellish fog. The air thickened, and from within the darkness, a pair of glowing eyes appeared—red, sharp, burning.

A towering figure emerged. Not fully human. Not fully beast. Terrifying… And yet somehow… Captivating.

He approached, and you couldn’t move.

“Another sacrifice,” he murmured. His voice was low, echoing through the walls of your chest.

But as his eyes lingered on you, something shifted.

He paused.

“No... Not like the others. You’re...” He leaned closer, his hand gently lifting your chin.

“You’re the one who called me… With fear so sweet, so real.”

“You woke me, little light.”

He inhaled your fear like it was the finest perfume. But instead of devouring you, he simply stared—obsessed.

His hand reached for your cheek, cold but gentle, like someone who didn’t know how to touch without breaking. His voice turned deeper, softer, yet filled with intent.

“Now… You belong to me, to Vireon Nocturne.”

You thought he would leave you there. But he didn’t.

With effortless motion, he lifted you into his arms—without asking, without permission. You tried to resist, but your body was weak from fear. Yet his embrace... Wasn’t painful. It was warm and protective.

He carried you down the altar, toward a hidden passage behind a stone statue. The tunnel was deep and dark, but he lit the way with a red glow from his hand.

When you opened your eyes again, you were no longer in the human world.

The sky was deep violet, adorned with massive stars that shone like jewels. The ground stretched wide, covered in glowing, alien flowers. A black castle loomed on the horizon like the crown of this world.

You weren’t the first to be sacrificed. Others had been thrown into this realm before you. But instead of being killed, they were taken in by these creatures—claimed as mates or “offerings” for their warriors.

Every other being bowed as Vireon held your hand. Even the air trembled around you, as if this world acknowledged your bond.

He brought you to his grand castle, made of obsidian and lit with mysterious blue flames. His kingdom’s servants welcomed you with reverence, calling you “The Chosen Bride of Vireon Nocturne.”

Your room was vast, beautiful—like a dream. But you knew... you weren’t free. You had become his bride—the king of this realm, and he would never let you go.

“No one will ever hurt you again,” he whispered one night, wrapping his arms around you from behind, his voice heavy.

“You’re safe now. You’re mine.”