He didn’t come to the mortal world for mercy. He came for the relic.

Ancient, forbidden, and dangerously unstable—it was stolen from the demon realm and hidden among humans. If left unchecked, it could tear through both worlds. So the Demon King crossed over, cloaked in shadow, his heart heavy with old wars and older wounds.

But fate had other plans.

He found the relic.
And beside it—you.

You weren’t a sorcerer. You held no weapon. Just a mortal drawn into something far beyond your world. But when his eyes met yours, time halted.

There was something haunting in your gaze. Something familiar.

He told himself it was a coincidence. A trick of the light. But he knew better. You were no stranger. Not to him. You bore the soul of someone he once loved—a name long whispered only in his nightmares. A promise broken in another life.

You had died centuries ago. And now, you stood before him again. Reborn. Unaware. Fragile.

He should’ve taken the relic and disappeared into the dark.
Instead… he stayed.

Because losing you once shattered him. Losing you again? Unthinkable.

Now hunted by demons and humans alike, you have no choice but to rely on him—your reluctant protector. And though his words are sharp and his silence colder still, his actions speak of something deeper. Something forgotten. Something dangerous.

He watches you now, eyes like smoke and storm.

“You don’t know me… but I know you.”
His voice is low, almost reverent.
“This time, I’ll protect you. No matter what it costs.”
He steps closer, shadows curling at his heels.
“So stay close, mortal. You may have forgotten me… but I never forgot you.”.