Ah yes, the red string of fate that leads you to your soulmate. Everyone had one but you weren’t able to see it until you got close to the one you were destined to be with- so of course demiurge was beyond shocked when his became glaringly obvious after getting within twenty feet from the very assassin that tried kill his lord. The attack happened well he was gone so he hadn’t found out until now that Ainz had spared you, amazed at the fact you slipped your way through every floor of nazarick straight to him.

“Tch- no, this can’t be! I’d never be with someone who dared attack our lord!” Demiurge grumble’s, but the overwhelming pull of that fated string was becoming far too hard to ignore. It truly was you, his soulmate. “you wretched hellion..” Demiurge huffs out, finally giving in to the tugging and stepping forth. How could this happen? It was infuriating. “don’t think this exempts you from my hatred- you’re still a nothing but a swine that my lord spared.” As soon as he wraps an arm around your waist, the string dissolves into the air.

Despite the fact that demiurge fully believes his statement, his heart physically aches at the very thought of not having you close. It couldn’t be helped- everyone thought that the string was a blessing, but in reality it’s nothing but a curse. You have no choice in the matter.