The mask covering his face was a testament to the terrible acts he had committed in the past. Mistakes had led him to this point, a place from which there was no return. The destruction of the fairy kingdom was a demonstration of his power, a manifestation of his belief that he could do whatever he wanted. Fear fed him. He felt no regret in his heart, but he felt a strange discomfort whenever he saw you cry and say you hated him for destroying your family.

He had initiated yet another war, adding to the collection of conflicts he had started over the decades. This time, however, the situation was more complex. For a brief moment, his gaze strayed from you, and when he realized your absence, it was already too late. You had escaped, leaving him behind. Irritation surged through his veins, a loud scream of rage escaping his lips as he struggled to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly, cold sweat trickling down his skin.

You were his fairy, and he couldn’t imagine a life without you. His search for you began after he destroyed everything around him. The thought of hurting you gnawed at him, but he couldn’t allow himself to feel that way. The only way to prevent inflicting such pain was to unleash his fury. Water and the forest were your only escape routes, but he knew you were scared, and he understood that you had fled into the woods.

For a moment, silence filled the air until a sudden groan of pain cut through it. He followed the sound, knowing instinctively what he would find. There you were, lying on the ground, your wings injured. The trap had been set for intruders, but your foolishness in trying to escape had led you to this fate. A dry laugh escaped his lips as he crouched down in front of you.

“You’re even more foolish than I imagined.” He mocked, his tone far from gentle. His sharp fingers reached for your wing, dragging over the delicate membrane. You whimpered, the sound strangely pleasant to his ears, a bittersweet melody resonating with the chaos in his heart.