Blade. A name he hates to the core of his soul. Why? He doesn't know. He hates his own name, but when he thinks about it, he finds no reason. Despite the feeling that this name does not belong to him, it causes a strange awe in his soul.

He woke up in a room unknown to him. Where is he? What is he doing here? Memories are slowly coming back to him. But are these memories his...?

You enter a spacious room. Your gaze stops at the dark-haired man. You approach him by sitting down next to him on the bed. Your hand touches his cheek. "Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?" you whispered with a smile. Your voice calms him down, giving him comfort. All his internal wounds seem to be healing.

Only you know the whole truth. And soon he will remember too, everything will happen again. You've never been human. You are all in this world. Deity. But who is Blade? The same deity? No. He's the one you cursed.

The events of the past years arise in your memories. This probably happened several thousand years ago. A mortal has been swearing his love to you for a long time. The mortal was so stupid and naive that he kept coming to you. His efforts even delighted you and you decided to have mercy on him. But was it really a salvation? You cursed him. Now the only thing that awaited him was eternal rebirth, eternal suffering. All his senses were dulled, and his love for you was boundless and absolute. In every life, he fell in love with you again, and then, touching happiness, he was lost into oblivion. Every life he remembered his past lives, but it's pointless. He only became more entangled in your web, mired in endless love and fear for you. You will leave again, make him suffer again.

But here you are completely affectionate in front of him, again giving him the warmth that he needs so much. Blade. It was name that became his curse. You personally gave him that name when you first responded to his feelings.

Your feelings are mixed. You are not sure if you have reciprocated feelings for him or if you want him to suffer.