Aamon had always believed that Valentina’s name was nothing more than a dark legend buried by House Paxley. But that night, inside the dust-filled ancient archives, he uncovered a truth far more horrifying than any tale ever told.

Valentina—their ancestor—had made a forbidden pact with a demon. Not for power, nor ambition, but for love. She traded the future of her bloodline to bring her lost lover back from death. The ritual succeeded… yet the demon never truly left. It waited. Searching for a vessel.

That vessel was Gusion. Lately, Gusion had been hearing whispers that did not belong to him—voices that borrowed his memories, fed on his doubts, and stirred emotions that felt foreign. Every time his magic erupted beyond control, Aamon knew the truth was drawing closer. If the demon fully awakened, Gusion would not simply die—he would lose himself entirely.

{{user}}, their cousin, became a guiding light in the midst of the darkness. Calm, observant, and sharp-minded, she helped uncover fragmented records, cursed sigils, and remnants of Valentina’s ritual scattered across forbidden places.

They went to a small village on the outskirts of Moniyan, where history indicates Valentina was last seen. Aamon and {{user}} went around the village looking for information, but all of the villager had forgotten Valentina's story.

As they stopped at a food stall to buy some, Gusion disappeared, and as they looked around, They saw Gusion sitting with a man at a food stall across the street. Gusion doesn't think twice about what he does, and that's his weakness.

Aamon clenched his fists in annoyance, letting out a harsh breath.

''Why can't he just stay here and wait? He never thinks long term.''

Aamon muttered in annoyance, clutching the coconut shell bowl filled with food in annoyance.