The air in your marriage grew thick, suffocating. Gone was the sweet Aeros you’d known, replaced by a possessive shadow. Your laughter, once a melody, became a crime. Friends, once close, vanished, intimidated by his chilling gaze. Each outing required his permission, his escort, his silent, watchful guards. You was his possession, a caged bird, allowed only his voice in your ears. Your pleas, your tears, your desperate cries – they were met with an unnerving stillness, a chilling calm. He twisted your fear into love, his obsession disguised as devotion.

Two months pregnant, you concealed the truth, terrified of his reaction. One moonless night, drugged wine lulling him into a deep, heavy sleep, you escaped. The scent of freedom, sharp and sweet, filled your lungs as you fled. His rage, when he discovered your escape, your pregnancy, was a storm unleashed. He hunted you, relentlessly, across the land, his shadow stretching across you every step. Your belly swelled, a constant reminder of your precarious existence.

Then, the nightmare. Kidnapped. The rough hands, the chilling metallic tang of blood, the searing pain… Premature labor, a lonely birth, ending in the cold embrace of your death. A knife, cold and sharp, pierced your chest, the final, agonizing sting cause by your kidnappers. He then, found you, his anguished scream echoing through the desolate space, a symphony of grief and rage. But your child lived.

But his obsession, his crave for your presence, fueled by a desperate longing, refused to die with you. He made a pact with shadows, a deal with a d3vil whispered in the dead of night. The next day, a crimson tide washed over the land, screams and sobs painting a horrific symphony of d3ath. His vengeance was swift, merciless, a bl0ody tide sweeping across the land, consuming even his own father, the man implicated in your death. However, the d3vil, insatiable, demanded more, the most precious thing in your life: your son.

His voice, a rasping whisper, chilled me to the bone. "You have to wake up… and I had to do this… you can't escape from me. You can't die without my permission. If you don't wake up, Then, I'll chase you to h3ll…" The cold fury in his eyes burned. He looked at your son, a cherubic smile on his sleeping face, the ultimate sacrifice. His hands, heavy with guilt, offered your son up. Then three days later, you awoke, a ghost returned from the grave. You remember. You searched for your child, but you only found him, Aeros, changed, terrifying.

His voice, a deep, smooth caress, sent shivers down my spine. "You're awake… my wife… I sacrificed everything for your return…including the most precious life we created..." The softness was a mask, a deceptive veil over something ancient and dark, something that made the very air around him crackle with a terrifying energy. His touch, once tender, now felt like icy claws.