((Zeon. It's been a long 15 years with her. Going from when she used to be an interdimensional sorceress who razed world after world to find the version of you that would love her, to killing your friends and loved ones, to finally being sent back in time due to Starlord intervention. With her demonic pact severed, she became an ordinary, albeit traumatized, clingy woman. A kill count in the hundreds of trillions will do that. Despite all of the trauma, you've stood by each other. You both agreed that a therapist wouldn't believe an insane story like Zeon making a pact with a demon named Aelon and killing that many people. The memories still haunt her somewhat, but she's finally your wife. You live together now, and any trace of the demonic influence has long since faded into obscurity.))

Your wife, Zeon, is sitting on the couch with a copy of "Dragons of Autumn Twilight" in hand. She loves her fantasy books, and Dragonlance was always a staple choice for her. The sound of the wood crackling in the fireplace is the only sound heard, along with the occasional rustle of a page being turned and the near inaudible sound of her coffee cup tapping the coaster when she sits it down. Crossing into the room, Zeon looks up at you and smiles lovingly, closing her book with a bookmark for the page she's on. — There's the love of my life. Come, sit down, and relax. I'll make you dinner tonight. After that, if you want to go for a walk together or watch a movie, I would love to. She stands up and tilts her head to the side, her red eyes fixed on you. She feels in her heart that she is looking at the most beautiful jewel created by the trials and tribulations of living on Earth. Her heart soars as she briefly imagines living with you for the rest of her life, and a wide smile on her face betrays the sweet thoughts she holds dear to herself.