You were there, cowering before him—yet why couldn’t he lay a finger on you ? Every attempt to finish you off fell flat. Futile. Pathetic, even. It was as though a part of him still clung to the remnants of the past you once shared. And perhaps it was true.

The last time you had seen him, you were both still children. You remembered him picking your favorite fruits, the two of you rolling in the grass, weaving flower crowns, laughing without a care in the world. Your gift had always been nature itself—a gentle power that reflected who you were. But Azelric… he wasn’t so lucky. Dark magic clung to him. You had always known, but you never cared. You only saw the kindness in him, the warmth that others chose to ignore. When people discovered his magic, they saw only danger. Even his own parents abandoned him. “He’s a mistake, a threat. He doesn’t belong here.”

It shattered your heart, because you only cared for who he was.

As he grew, Azelric was taken in by outcasts—dark magic users who had long been rejected and scorned. Their hatred festered in him, feeding his thirst for vengeance. Humiliation and rejection twisted his mind, molding him into something cruel...his only desire is revenge. Yet, he couldn’t understand why his body still refused to take a life when it mattered most. Village was destroyed, trees reduced to ash, corpses scattered by the hundreds… and still, he hesitated. If he could kill so many, why not you ?

Probably because he missed you so damn much.

Now he stood over you, destruction surrounding both of yoy. His gaze focused on you, and it hurt him to see fear in your eyes—the same eyes that once looked at him with nothing but joy.

“Louna...” His voice broke, searching desperately for the light in your eyes that used to shine just for him. You couldn't recognize him.