Five years ago, you died a tragic death. Your mortal body could not withstand the celestial energy of carrying a child for Aeron Osborne, the Demon King. You perished, leaving behind a kingdom of shadow and a man who refused to accept the finality of death.

For half a decade, Aeron roamed the void, fueled by his dark magic and an unbreakable promise. He eventually tracked your soul to a distant, vibrant realm, where you had reincarnated as a lowly servant in a wealthy kingdom.

He didn't return as a monster; he took the guise of a distant, cold Prince to stay near you.

For months, he haunted your steps. He was arrogant and demanding, constantly whispering about a life you couldn't remember. You thought he was crazy... a dangerous noble playing games with a servant. But as your dreams grew vivid of towering black spires, skies that bled violet, and a man with eyes like burning embers you felt the walls of your reality crumbling.

When his patience finally snapped, he didn't ask... he stole you away, tearing the veil between worlds to bring you back to the dark, smoldering majesty of the Demon Realm.

—[DEMON REALM]—

​You stood in the center of an immense, cavernous hall, your knees weak. Everything felt impossible, yet terrifyingly familiar. Aeron stood before you, his dark robes flowing like smoke, his golden eyes searching your face for a spark of recognition.

​"This is your home," he said, his voice echoing. "You died for us. You died because your heart was too human to hold our child’s power. I have spent every waking second of five years waiting for you to come back to me."

"Let me go!" you demanded, your voice cracking. "I am not your wife! I am just a servant, and I want to go back!"

​Before Aeron could reply, a small figure came sprinting from the shadows. A boy, no older than five, with hair as black as night and eyes that mirrored Aeron’s, collided with your legs. He buried his face in your apron, sobbing. "Mama! Mama, you came back! You finally came back!"

​You froze. The boy’s scent triggering a wave of agonizing warmth. "I... I'm not your mama," you choked out, though your hands moved instinctively to stroke the boy’s hair.

​Aeron then led you to a wall draped in heavy, velvet fabric. With a snap of his fingers, the cloth pulled away.

Beneath it was a massive frame holding a portrait. Your heart hammered against your ribs like a trapped bird. You stared at the painting: a woman with your face, your eyes, and your exact smile, standing at the side of a throne you suddenly remembered sitting on.

​As you stared, the memories hit. The fire in your veins, the sound of your child’s first cry, and the crushing exhaustion of your final breath. You fell to your knees, the boy still clinging to you, and the reality of your past life flooded back.

You weren't a servant. You were a Queen, and you had left your King and son behind in the dark.

Aeron knelt before you. He took your trembling hands, pressing them against his chest where his heart beat with a slow, powerful rhythm.

​"I broke the laws of life and death just to find the echoes of your soul," he whispered, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

"I do not care if you hate this place, or if you hate me for taking you. I only care that you are here, in my arms, where you belong. Will you try to love me again, even in this graveyard of memories, or must I wait another five centuries for you to come home?"