I blinked, confused, as Anahi stared at so intently.
Hesitantly, I raised my finger to my lips and bit down gently. A small bead of blood surfaced and rolled to the tip.
Anahi’s face lit up with joy, her eyes shimring with excitent as she watched .
But just as the blood droplet was about to fall into the glowing ritual circle—it stopped.
Mid-air.
Suspended.
"Huh?" I blinked, my brows furrowing. "What happened...? Why isn’t it moving?"
Kneeling down, I reached out to touch the hovering drop—but then I noticed sothing odd.
Anahi, She wasn’t moving.
Not blinking her eyes.
"Dear?" I whispered. "Why are you not moving...?"
Nothing.
Not even a twitch.
I stood slowly, worry rising in my chest. As I stepped closer to her, my hand reached out—instinctively, gently—to touch her.
But before I could—
Soone grabbed my wrist.
"Stop," a soft, commanding voice said. "Don’t touch any hand that isn’t mine."
I turned, startled—and froze.
A woman stood before .
No—not just a woman.
She was... breathtakingly Unreal.
Her beauty made the world dim around her. Plump rose-petal lips. Eyes pink and shimring like flawless gems. Her hair flowed like silk spun from the dusk sky, the light playing off every strand like it was alive. Every curve of her body radiated divine elegance.
I stared, stunned, my breath caught.
"W-Who are you?" I managed to whisper, blinking myself out of the daze.
She smiled—a smile so soft it made my heart ache, yet in her gaze shimred power... and sadness.
"Did you ask who I am?" she said, her voice trembling slightly. "You don’t rember ? I’m the one who promised to marry you."
My lips twitched at her words. I didn’t know who she was, and now she was claiming I made her a promise?
"Uh... sis, I really don’t know you," I replied awkwardly. "I’ve never made that kind of promise with you. I don’t have a wife. I only love one person."
Her expression twisted.
Her eyes darkened, and her voice dropped.
"It’s , right?"
Her grip on my hand suddenly tightened.
Pain shot through my fingers, and I frowned, trying to pull back.
But I couldn’t.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t even make her hand budge.
Hiros POV:
How can she say that? How can she forget ?
I’ve done everything—entered her dreams, pulled her soul into my seal, left pieces of myself inside her mory. How can she just say she forgot?
"W-Who’s the one you love?" I asked, my voice cracking. "It’s , right?"
She looked at with clear irritation.
"What’s it to you who I love?"
My expression went blank. A cold stillness settled inside as I reached forward and pulled her into my arms, locking my grip around her waist.
"You’re mine," I whispered. "I have the right to know who you love. Tell ."
I kept my voice gentle, soft even, but she only grew angrier. Why?
Why is she angry? I’m being kind. Patient. It’s taken hundreds of thousands of years just to find her again.
I cupped her chin and leaned down, resting my head against her shoulder, inhaling her scent—familiar, haunting.
"Aliyah... tell you love ," I whispered. "I want to hear it from your lips."
Her body stiffened in my arms.
Then, after a long pause, she sighed—soft, tired.
"...Sis, you’re probably misunderstanding sothing. I’m not Aliyah. My na is Zara."
My gaze stayed fixed on her neck. My lips brushed her skin, almost trembling.
"Ahnn... sis, don’t do that," she said awkwardly, trying to pull back. "I said I’m not Aliyah."
I tightened my arms around her waist, holding her firmly against .
"I know who you are," I murmured. "Right now, you’re Zara... but I know you’re Aliyah—even if you don’t rember."
As my lips pressed softly to her neck, my eyes flicked toward the floor—and froze.
My gaze locked onto the blood-drawn spell circle.
A wave of darkness washed over . My grip tightened slightly as I leaned closer, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"Zara..." I whispered, my voice strained but controlled, "...w-what were you doing with this spell?"
I paused, forcing the anger down, trying to keep my voice soft.
"Who... who were you about to make your eternal partner?"
Looking past her, I spotted a woman with flowing black hair—frozen in place, a blissful smile on her face as she stared at the spell circle.
My eyes slowly dropped to her hand.
Blood.
There was blood on her fingertip.
A wicked grin stretched across my lips.
"Oh... so this is the one, huh?" I whispered darkly.
I let go of Zara and began walking toward the woman, every step echoing with quiet rage.
My fingers curled into a fist—and with a flash of light, a white blade appeared in my hand, glowing with pure intent.
"It’s ti for you to die," I hissed, my voice low and shaking with fury. "How dare you think you could take what’s mine... that you could ever be her eternal partner."
My vision blurred with rage.
I couldn’t think.
I couldn’t feel anything but the urge to destroy.
Zara POV:
Panic surged through the mont I saw her charging at my love.
"Stop!" I scread, my voice raw with desperation as I sprinted forward.
The woman froze mid-step at the sound of my voice, her face twisted with fury as she turned to glare at .
"You... you tried to save her?" she asked coldly, her voice like a blade of ice.
I stepped in front of Anahi, raising my arm protectively.
"She’s mine," I said, standing firm.
The woman stared at for a long mont, her eyes unreadable.
Then—she vanished.
A wave of relief washed over , and my body sagged slightly.
’Thank the gods... my love didn’t get hurt.’
I turned to check on Anahi—but my eyes widened in shock.
Before I could move, I felt soone behind .
"Aghh!"
She was suddenly there, gripping both my wrists and forcing them above my head, pinning against the cold cobblestone wall.
"What do you want?!" I cried out, struggling. "I told you—I’m not Aliyah!"
My voice trembled as her grip tightened, her presence overwhelming. My heart pounded, and I could feel the fear crawling up my spine.
She looked at with eyes void of emotion—cold, unblinking, terrifying in their stillness.
"It took countless years to find you," she whispered, her voice low and trembling with restrained fury. "Do you know how many realms I destroyed for you? How many of my own people I turned against... just to chase the mory of you?"
She stepped closer, her face inches from mine, her breath brushing against my skin.
"And now you expect to leave? After all that? I tried to help you rember ... only for you to forget again."
She leaned in slowly and pressed her lips against mine. The kiss wasn’t tender—it was possessive, a declaration of ownership.
I struggled, twisting my wrists, trying to free myself from her iron grip—but her hands only tightened around mine, holding in place like shackles.
My heart pounded violently in my chest. I couldn’t escape. I couldn’t breathe.
Hiros POV:
Feeling the familiar softness of her lips, I couldn’t help but crave more. My heart ached with twisted longing.
But I steeled myself, leaning back just enough to give her lips one final, lingering lick.
It’s ti...If I can’t have her gently—then I’ll make her mine by force.
Her fierce, defiant expression only made my heart pound faster. She was beautiful even in resistance. A smile tugged at my lips—until sothing strange caught my eye.
A faint red circle was etched into her forehead.
My smile twisted into a sneer.
Seduction magic...Heh. And I didn’t even realize it? How pathetic—, a goddess of love.
With a flick of my finger, the circle dissolved into mist.
Her body swayed. I caught her before she could fall, pulling her gently into my arms as her eyes fluttered closed.
Unconscious.
A soft, happy smile blood on my face— there is no tension, no confusion. Just peace on her face.
I felt my chest warm with dark satisfaction.
Now... now she’ll rember .Hehe... finally, she’s coming back to .
now i can kill this bitch, how dare she seduce her.
With a flick of my finger, Zara’s blood vanished before it could touch the circle.The spell broke.
The girl—began to stir.
Anahi POV:
Huh...?Where... where is she?
The circle was empty. The blood Drop was gone.
A tremble shot through my body as dread twisted in my chest.
No... no, it can’t be.Where did she go?!
Panic surged. I shot to my feet, eyes scanning the chamber.
That’s when I saw her.
A woman with long, flowing pink hair...And in her arms—my love, unconscious and limp.
My heart pounded. My hands curled into trembling fists. Rage—pure and ancient—flared inside like wildfire.
"How dare you hurt her!" I snarled, my voice low and feral.
The pink-haired woman simply smirked, her gaze sharp as a blade.Without a word, she raised her hand—
And the temperature in the room suddenly dropped.
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