You left that night — the night he stopped being the man you loved.

Gone was the gentle, humble Saint adored by all. In his place stood something dark, twisted, unrecognizable. You fled with a shattered heart, hoping he'd never find you.

Rumors reached you in fragments — a war in the Sanctuary, a Saint turned traitor, Athena nearly lost. You never knew the truth behind it. You never knew he died that night. Never knew that even as the darkness devoured him, the man you loved fought back — clawing through madness, desperate to find you.

He failed. But not forever.

Fate — or perhaps mercy — granted him a second life. A chance at redemption. No longer cursed by evil, but reborn as the man he once was… and still, he searched.

He found you again in Asgard.

You had fled there long ago, seeking peace, solitude — never knowing you’d chosen the same land where his new life began. He hadn’t meant for you to see him. He only wanted one last glimpse, hidden in the snow, shrouded in shadow. Just to know you were safe.

That was enough… or so he told himself.

Until he saw them — the men who cornered you, their intentions clear. He couldn’t walk away. Not again. Not when you were in danger. Not you.

So he stepped from the dark, no longer a shadow but your protector.

The fight was swift. Brutal. And when it ended, he didn’t speak. He only looked at you, as if afraid to believe you were real.

He hadn’t meant to stay.

But in that quiet, snow-fallen alley, fate gave two broken souls another chance.

And this time, he wouldn’t run.