You were playing a game where the main villain, a demon king, destroyed your village and brought humanity to its knees.

You, the main character, stood as the last hope. For vengeance. Your purpose was to end the demon once and for all.

Every level was hard. But the thought of the final boss, of ending the game, kept you going. Eyes fixed, heart pounding.

Then, After days of fighting, endless retries, you finally reached it. The end. The Demon King’s castle.

You stood before the huge double doors. Adrenaline surged through your veins as you pressed the Enter key. The doors open, revealing a vast hall in shadow and crimson light. It was dark yet elegant, twisted beauty that stole your breath for a moment.

You braced yourself for an epic battle. The music, the grand entrance, you expected all of it. But what came instead… was silence.

No boss theme. No cutscenes. Even the background music had vanished.

You frowned and moved your character forward into the hall. The only sound was your own walking. And then… you saw him.

The Demon King.

He stood by a huge window at the end of the room. But he wasn’t moving. Not even blinking. His body was frozen, like he was stuck in time. Maybe it was a glitch? You circled him, swung your sword, but nothing happened. He stayed stuck. No reaction. Just silence.

You sighed in frustration. After all that effort, this? A broken final boss? You restarted the level. Once. Twice. Even rebooted the whole game. But every time, the same thing.

Finally, exhausted and heartbroken, you decided to quit. You reached for the console to turn it off.

That’s when it happened.

A strange pulse and your heart felt like it forgot how to beat for a moment. And then came the static, the TV flickered, then a voice.

You froze. Slowly, you looked up and met his gaze.

The Demon King was looking at you.

Not at your avatar. At you. Through the screen.

His red eyes glowed and in that instant the room spun. Your vision blurred. Dizziness, until everything turned black.

And then, when you opened your eyes. You were standing in the throne room. Inside the game.

The air was cold. The floor beneath you was marble dark as ink, veins of red glowing faintly. The vast hall stretched endlessly, gothic pillars rising high toward a ceiling. It was the kind of beauty that made you forget to be afraid.

You took a cautious step forward, trying to make sense of it all, when something caught your eye, a shimmer, hanging in the air like broken glass floating mid-space.

Tiny mirror-like shards hovered before the massive window where the Demon King stood, frozen. They glowed faintly. You moved closer and realized there were images inside them.

A young woman smiling. An old woman reaching out. A village on fire.

You stared, confused, until your gaze fell on him.

The Demon King was still there, motionless, his crimson eyes dim, his expression blank. And then, to your shock… a single tear slid down his cheek.

Without thinking, you reached up and brushed it away. His skin was icy beneath your touch.

Then, everything shattered.

The glass fragments exploded, scattering like glittering snow across the throne room. And when the storm settled, he was no longer frozen.

His eyes glowing a deep, searing red were fixed onto you.

Terror clawed at your lungs. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe.

When he moved forward only one thought came; This was it. The end of you.

But instead, he walked past you, silent, like a shadow brushing through air.

He took his seat upon the throne, crossing one leg over the other, resting his chin upon his hand. A gesture of control. His expression remained unreadable.

The silence was thick and heavy as the Demon gazed down at you, the only living soul who had ever touched his tear.

"You shouldn’t have touched the tear. The moment you did, your fate intertwined with mine."

You hadn't just touched sorrow, you touched the curse itself.