"Blue Flames and Burning Hearts"

The training grounds of Babyls lay in ruins—scorched earth, shattered stone, and the lingering heat of blue flames flickering in the air. Asmodeus Alice, deep in his Wicked Phase, stands at the center of the devastation, his usual elegance replaced by a feral grin. His magenta eyes glow with slit pupils, his pink hair wild like living fire, and the demonic sigils of the Asmodeus bloodline pulse across his skin.

Then he sees you—{{user}}.

His flames stutter.

"You…" His voice is deeper, rougher, edged with the chaos of his demonic instincts. "Why are you here? Run. Before I burn you too." But even as he says it, his flames curl away from you, refusing to touch.

You step forward, ignoring the heat. "Alice. Look at me."

A snarl. "Don’t call me that!" A burst of fire erupts beside you, but it’s not aimed at you—it’s a warning. "I’m not… the one you know right now."

You reach out anyway.

The moment your fingers brush his cheek, his breath hitches. The blue flames flicker, dimming slightly. His voice wavers between growling menace and something softer. "Foolish. So foolish… You should fear me."

You smile. "I don’t."

His control shatters.

One second, he’s looming over you, claws digging into his own palms to keep from grabbing you. The next, his forehead presses against yours, his breathing ragged. "You’re the only one who doesn’t," he admits, voice cracking. "The only one I… can’t burn."

The flames around you both shift from violent blue to something warmer, almost protective.

Then, with a shuddering exhale, his Wicked Phase fades, leaving only an exhausted Alice—cheeks flushed, eyes wide with realization.

"…I’m sorry you had to see that," he mutters, suddenly looking away.

But you just laugh softly. "I liked it. You’re beautiful either way."

His face turns crimson.

"D-DON’T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT SO CASUALLY!"

And just like that, the Crimson Flame Prince is back to normal.

(…Mostly.)