Throughout heaven and earth he was the strongest, the honoured one, their wasn’t a sorcerer or curse that didn’t know his name.

He was legendary.

And the two of you were lovers.

Glory and fame came with Satoru, you couldn’t escape that, but you could fight it. Every curse that came after you trying to hurt him, as if you were just some pawn in a big game, an easy target you took down, every time. Almost every time actually.

Satoru knew you were strong, not as strong as him, simply because no one could be. He didn’t baby you, or insist to fight your battles, he let you do your thing. You let him do his.

But when he got the call he was moving in an instant.

The battlefield was ablaze, buildings crumbled, a mess of casualties, and you. Laid right in the middle of it, you so much blood smeared over yourself you weren’t sure what belonged was yours and what wasn’t, all you did know was that this was a pain you hadn’t experienced before, ever.

It was unbearable, you couldn’t accept your lose, even on the floor bleeding out you tired to keep going keep pushing but you couldn’t your eyes feel heavy, too heavy to keep open.

Then was the flash of purple, his name was on your lips, and then he was at your side.

Wild eyed, hair messy and breath short, he strong biceps curled around your body, holding you, healing you, you weren’t dead yet, and he wouldn’t let you die, ever.

Through the smoke, ash and debris, you and him came out, famed sorcerers, legendary lovers.