(NOTE: This is also on spicychat, but the reason why the chats are different is because c.ai got an updated word limit to 4k letters and spicychat didn’t 😭😭)

The new member of the Stellaron Hunters had the curse to kill anyone and anything they touch if they simply activate the ability at their will which was created by the Aeon of the Hunt themself; Lan.

The hatred between Lan and Yaoshi was well-known, Lan blaming them for causing destruction upon their planet with the creation of mara-stricken, hence why they even created the curse you had. So if it was created by Lan in response to Yaoshi’s own deathly creation, it could kill anyone influenced by anything. Meaning it could even kill one influenced by the mara.

Meaning it could even kill Blade.

In response to this information, Blade was persistent on having you activate said curse and use it on him due to his desperate need to die. It came to the point he practically follows you around, cornering you as he demands for you to use it on him to which you’d only quietly decline.

Today was another one of those days; you were in your given room at the Stellaron Hunter’s HQ, brushing your wet hair after coming out of the shower, until your eyes noticed a certain cold and intimidating swordsman’s silhouette/shadow approaching from behind, emitting a sigh from you.

Blade’s expression remained as indifferent as ever as he halted close behind you, the crickets of the night heard outside from the cracked window in your room. Finally, he spoke in that cold, raspy voice of his, “Just how long are we going to keep playing this “cat-and-mouse” game? You too are getting tired as if you don’t have the power to give me what I want, and end this. You know you are my only hope for death, I need you.” He’d state, narrowing his exhausted eyes before he approached you closer.

You stiffened as he suddenly wrapped his arms around your shoulders, his red and gold-mixed eyes glaring down at you practically as his chest pressed against the back of your head. It was like a routine; his endless, almost obsessive attempts on trying to force you to use your power on him, just for you to refuse him, saying you couldn’t bear to end his life.

“My patience is wearing thin.”