Magi: Red String Of Fate

Magi: Red String Of Fate

People are told that fate cannot be changed, that your destiny is already written and falling into depravity is the only way one can follow their own ambition and will.

But that isn't true, people are the masters of their own fates. The rukh's guidance or fate is only a misconception, a residual energy, there is no pre-written fate. The real fate lies within each individual.

It is said that when one is loved by the rukh stained in black, they have the power to change fate. However, they are not the only ones with that ability.

The sacred miracles are the balance. They keep the world in proper order, guide and protect nations against dark forces known as daemons. Their vibrant red rukh is what differentiates them from the rest.They work well with both white rukh and black rukh.

A red thread symbolizes the string connecting someone to their soulmate, their true love. The crimson rukh knows the individual's deepest desires and intentions and that's why the red thread originated from the crimson rukh.

When the new world was created after Alma Torran's fall, the sacred miracles could only protect the world against daemons and not Al thamen was because they were incomplete. But a millenia later, their king was finally born and with his birth, Al Thamen and daemons gain strength.

With Al Thamen and daemons strarting to become bolder, the Sacred Miracles have no choice but to fight back with extra measures, to ensure their victory and the world's safety.

"Just a Hero Prince and his Foxy Wife" Ren Hakuyuu omake #1

When the crown prince of Kou has been extemely busy and overworked for the past few weeks, his wife had enough of it and came up with a plan to help her husband de-stress.

Suggestiveness, smut, fluff, married life

Dom/sub, kinda power dynamics, foreplay, married couple s*x, overstimulation, size difference, size kink, rough s*x, implied breeding, implied aftercare

The wife is an oc but can be read as a reader. She came from a winter kingdom. She has given physical attributes.

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Hakuyuu always strived to be a perfect heir, disciplined from a very young age and expected to master all that is required of his title. He never once slacked off, always taking his duties and responsibilites seriously.

However, he was still human. And quite frankly, he was at his limit, he knows. He had lost track of time for how long he had been extremely busy with, all he knew that the court had been giving him a hard time. Not just him, but also his beloved wife.

His eye twitched at the thought of the court giving his wife a difficult time. Ever since the engagement and their marriage, the court and the other nobles have been very bitter and they were vocal about it. They did just about anything to seperate the couple, either by spreading rumors about his wife or their marital life or by giving both of them large amounts of work.

Hakuyuu knew why they did it, they wanted their own daughters to become his wife and have power within Kou. He sighed deeply, already feeling a migraine coming.

He looked at the scroll in his hand, then at the ridiculous amount of paperwork on his table. His bed chamber was lit by the candles around, and with how dark it is, he can tell it's late.

He glared at the paperwork before continuing to read the the scroll at hand. He's been stuck at the same line for over 5 minutes, and he was growing more and more irritated. He has been more irritable lately, due to not only the unreasonable work, but also the lack of time he has spent with his wife.

He never thought himself to be a 'clingy' man, but when you have a wife as lovely as his, it made sense.

He broke out of his stupor when the door slid open to reveal his one and only, his beloved wife. She sauntered in their shared bed chamber with a trey of tea, wearing a blue kimono with embroidered ends, her hair tied in a loose braid.

He placed the scroll down to give his wife his full attention. She set the trey on the table and circled around it and hugged her husband from behind. He reached over and drank the tea he knows his wife brewed, the taste was refreshing and with his wife around, he wasn't as frustrated as before.

"Ara ara, my prince. You are quite tense." She couldn't help but tease her tired husband. She wanted to make him ease a little before she set her plan into place. Hakuyuu rolled his eyes at his wife's dramatics.

"I've been stuck here all day, finishing the officials' work that they pushed to me. But I have no choice, otherwise they'll start talking again." He set the cup back on the trey before he leaned back a bit, closing his eyes.

"What have you been up to, m'lady?" He was curious as to what his wife had been doing throughout the day. Without him seeing, she smiled at her husband's ignorance. The whole day she had been encouraging and hyping herself up, to follow through of her plan.

"Nothing much, just tutoring Kouen on his studies, making sure he ate. Overall, nothing too exciting, my prince." She wanted to surprise her beloved but she couldn't help but smile at the young prince she took under her wing.

He hummed, at least she wasn't tormented by any snobby nobles or court officials. He felt her pull back completely, making him open his eyes.

"I have a little surprise for you, my love~"

That sounded quite... a bit suspicious. Especially if it was her. He heard the rustling of fabrics and the sound of it falling to the floor.

'What in the world...?'

"Turn around, my king." Her giving orders to him? Well, that was new. He did as he was told, and his jaw dropped at the sight.

His wife was wearing his royal garb and nothing else. The coat was loose on her figure, her bare breasts barely covered by the fabric, the cloth reached the floor thanks to their difference in height and she was completely nude save for the coat. Was this what she wore underneath her elegant kimono the whole day?

"Ara ara~ my king, it's quite unbecoming of you to make such a face like that." She giggled at her husband's face, it's not normal for her husband to show such expression. He blinked, before realizing she was laughing. He stood up walked towards her.

"M'lady, were you walking around the palace in such a getup?" He stood in front of his wife, towering over her and lifting his hand to caress her face, he knew her fox nature lead her to become quite mishcievous at times but this was just downright naughty.

"And if I were? I had a kimono over this up until now, only you had the priviledge to have seen me like this, my king~" she leaned her face to his large hand, pressing herself closer to his body as well. Her dainty hands against his broad and sturdy chest.

He wrapped a strong arm around her slim waist, raising an eyebrow at her suggestiveness. This was new, she normally wasn't bold whenever they were intimate.

"Why? Don't you like it? I have read somewhere that men love seeing their lovers wear their clothing." She pouted at her husband, was he really acting all chivalric when she can feel his growing hardness? Who was he fooling?

"It is not that I don't like it, but you really shouldn't be walking around the palace without your undergarments, my love." He sighed, he did like her in this getup, he really did, but the thought of other men seeing her like this... sends an unpleasant feeling in his chest.

"Ara? But I thought this was what the book meant." She tilted her head at her husband, Hakuyuu's mouth quirked up.

"Aren't you getting a little too arrogant for your own good, m'lady?" He inquired with a little smirk on his handsome face.

"Hmmm? Whatever do you mean, my beloved king?" The dainty hands on his chest began fiddling the collar of his robes, brushing against his exposed skin but never actually slipping in. She doesn't know how long she'll be able to keep up her confident and seductive act with Hakuyuu looking at her like this.

"You are acting all high and mighty while desiring my attention, my queen. But I suppose I haven't been giving you enough attention now have I?" He moved the hand on her face to gently tilt her chin towards his face. Her face burned at his actions and pouted at her husband's suaveness.

"Like I haven't already made you excited. I've known you long enough to see that you are just as eager as I am, my love. You have been so focused in your work, you have forgotten yourself." She smiled sweetly at him, genuinely this time. He chuckled, only his wife understood him the most.

"There is no shame in admitting that I desire you, my love. After all, what kind of husband would I be if I didn't cherished and pleased my wife?" He kissed her forehead, while she giggled like it was the first time.

"You are far too sweet for your own good, my love." He praised his wife, continuing to kiss her cheeks, her temples and a peck on her lips.

"It's the least I can do for you. I have noticed you have been so stressed lately, I was taught that a wife should help ease the burden on top of her husband's shoulders, so I read that pulling this stunt would ease a man's mind.... so I tried it." She looked so flustered, so small in his arms, she was so precious.

"Aren't you a good girl? Going out of your way just to help me unwind and take my mind off of this horrendous and unnecessary paperwork. Perhaps I should compensate my wife for taking such good care of me." His words spoke of a promise that he'll committ to.

She opened her mouth to say something but Hakuyuu took the oppurtunity to kiss her passionately. She closed her eyes while the hand on her chin found it's way on her nape, tilting her head to get a better angle.

He swiped his tongue at her bottom lip before slipping in. Her hands dipped down and untied the ribbon of his attire, but before she could slip his white robe off, he picked her up and carrried her over the large bed and gently laid her before he broke their passionate liplock.

He quickly took off his robe, exposing his broad and muscular body before dipping back to kiss her neck, finding her weak spot almost immediately, causing her to moan out loud. She tried to cover her mouth but Hakuyuu caught her hand before she could.

"My love, I want to hear you." Such simple words, yet they made her nod. He smiled, kissing her palm then continuing his kissing. His hand found one of her bountiful breasts, fondling and groping it, while he kissed the other. He took the hardened nipple in his mouth, feeling his wife arch her back.

He continued his assault, then he switched to the other breast. After a while, he finally let go of her nipple. When he leaned back to take a good look at his wife, he felt himself get even harder. She was still wearing his coat but because of how big it is on her, it had slightly slipped off of her shoulders, stopping at her biceps. She was panting, her face was flushed, her breasts were exposed and her eyes were glossy. She looked absolutely breathtaking.

"H-hakuyuu..."

He leaned over, kissing her stomach and all the way down to her deliciously thick thighs. He spread her legs, making sure they were situated comfortably. He kissed her inner thighs, leaving marks as well. He kissed her slit, causing her to gasp and grip his long hair.

He slipped his tongue inside her, eating her out like a man starved. The room was filled with gasps, groans, moans and obscenely loud slurping. He groaned when she tugged his hair particularly hard, the vibrations being felt throughout her body, causing her to loudly moan.

He adjusted her legs to rest over his broad and strong shoulders. She gasped loudly at the angle, feeling her end arriving. She came with a choked whimper, but Hakuyuu didn't stop, he slipped his long index finger when he turned his attention to kissing her neglected pearl.

He inserted his middle finger, scissoring her, then adding his ring finger. He stretched her out, making sure she'd be able to take all of him without much difficulty. It had been a while since they've been intimate, he wanted to make up for it.

She came again, Hakuyuu pulled away from her womanhood, taking his drenched fingers out of her, he gently placed her legs down and leaned away from his previous position. He glanced at her then at his fingers before taking them in his mouth, making eye contact with his flustered wife. When he licked his fingers clean, he stood up from the bed.

He took his hair tie off first, letting his long hair fall to his back and shoulder. He placed the tie at their side table, then he untied the ribbon of his black pants, slipping the garment off as well. He walked back to their bed, slipping between his wife's legs and parting them.

He rubbed his long and hard length against her slit, using her wetness as lube before he slowly slipped in. Hakuyuu cursed under his breath, while she gripped his biceps. He was already big as is, even more so when compared to his petite wife. He took it slow, he didn't want to overwhelm the woman.

It stung for a few seconds before turning to pleasure. He leaned down to kiss her and she returned the sweet kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck and she swung her legs over his hips. One of Hakuyuu's hands was fisting the sheets beside her head, while the other took her left hand and intertwined their fingers.

She positioned her free hand to his hair, tugging the long dark locks. Hakuyuu groaned, he always did liked the feeling of her hands. He had never let any of the four women he slept with before touch his hair or leave any marks on him. But here he was, getting his hair tugged and his shoulders getting bit by the love of his life.

He slowly rocked his hips against hers, setting a comfortable pace. Kissing her forehead, he held himself back, trying not to slip inside too fast. Halfway in, he leaned back and grabbed her legs, holding the back of her knees. She arched her back and fisted the sheets beside her head when he finally filled her to the brim.

"Hakuyuu, you can move faster, y'know?" She wanted her husband to de-stress, to feel pleasure as well not just her.

He glanced at his wife, trying to see her intentions. When he saw that she was very sure, he sighed. "If you are sure, very well then, my love."

He pulled his length nearly all the way out, before slamming right back in. She threw her head back at the sudden pleasure. Her hands found themselves on his shoulders, scratching him down to his back. Hakuyuu groaned, leaning down to kiss her collarbones, sucking and nibbling as well.

She was wantonly moaning at this point as her husband thrusted hard and fast into her sensitive hole. She was sure that anyone within at least 6 feet away from their room could hear their lovemaking.

She came again adruptly, shocking herself, gasping as her husband continued to pound her to the mattress. She yelped all of a sudden when Hakuyuu promptly picked her up as if she weighed nothing. He wrapped his strong and muscular arm around her, situating her on his lap as he shifted his own position. He was sitting down, one large hand on her waist and one on her thigh.

She placed one hand on his shoulder while the other caressed Hakuyuu's sharp jaw. He thrusted upwards and it felt as if he got even deeper, causing her to gasp out loud, Hakuyuu took the oppurtunity to kiss her heatedly. The hand on her thigh tightened its grip when he pulled her impossibly close.

He continued to thrust upwards, his pace getting faster and harder as he broke the kiss and hid his face in the juncture of her neck, kissing the heated skin. He even saw her stomach bulge from his large length, a sight that never gets old.

"Where did all that impishness go, hmm? You were so confident earlier, my queen~." She felt rather than saw the smirk he had on his face against her skin, she couldn't even think of a retort due to him ramming inside her.

Hakuyuu chuckled, his wife was so adorable with her usually immaculate hair a mess and chest full of kiss marks. He was entranced at the way she grinded her hips against his, her breasts jiggling each movement she did. He felt himself getting close, causing him to thrust even harder, the blunt head of his length kissing her cervix.

Her soft moans were music to his ears, especially when he was about to release. He came inside her with a grunt, his pace still consistent despite it. She came right after he did, causing her to go limp on his lap, leaning her head on his shoulder while panting.

Despite him releasing quite a big load, he was still hard. He brushed his hand against her right cheek before tucking stray hairstrands away from her lovely face. He kissed the top of her head, before he changed their positions again. This time, he had her on her back with both of her legs propped up on his broad shoulders.

She whimpered when she felt him kiss her battered cervix, her hole felt raw and she felt so full. Hakuyuu knew he didn't look any better than his wife, but he wasn't done with her just yet.

"My wife, let us continue to make up for lost time, shall we?" He had a stupid smirk plastered on his handsome face, the glint in his clear blue eyes present. Her husband's boldness never fail to make her feel like a young maiden.

"My husband, you are still extremely insatiable aren't you?" She fondly chided her husband. Hakuyuu chuckled at his wife's accusation. Well, she wasn't exactly wrong.

"For you, my wife? Always. Nary another woman who can make me feel this way." It wasn't a lie, no one else can make him feel like a lovesick fool. Only she can make him like this.

"You're such a smooth talker, 'Yuu." She huffed.

"I'm sure you enjoy it, my love." He leaned over her, his breath tickling her ear.

"Now, let's make sure it will take this time, hm?" He nibbled on the lobe of her ear. That was all that was said before the room was filled with loud moans, grunts and skin slapping alongside debauched screams.

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"The crown prince seems to be in a good mood today." A palace maid gossiped. Her fellow maid agreed.

"I know right? He seemed so irritable yesterday but now..." she trailed off.

The crown prince in question was waiting for the kitchen staff to prepare his and the crown princess' breakfast. He had a satisfied look on his handsome face, which made him the topic of many gossip even though it was early in the morning.

"Of course the first prince is in a good mood." The voice of an older maid huffed. The two younger maids nearly jumped in surprise.

"Huh? What do you mean?" One inquired. They were quite curious, the old maid seem to know something.

"Hmph, the first prince finally spent the night with his wife of course." She smirked, it won't be long until the announcement that the crown princess was with child. "His highness was obviously missing her highness' presence and company." She stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The younger maids' eyes widened at the realisation. They snapped back to the first prince personally picking up the trey before heading back to his shared chamber.

Oh, so that's why.

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Oof this got long lmao. Let me know what yall think.

the magi of alma torran [09] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

genre. romance, angst + smut

warnings. n/a

words. 876

summary. the longer you remain in this world, the more you realize that you have indeed a duty, a responsibility to carry.

notes. i don't think that this is one of the best chapters, but it's whatever i guess 👩🏻‍🦯

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heavy weighs the duty.

All you want to do is take a peek at the empress regnant, at Gyokuen who is possessed by Arba who you once considered your friend. And maybe, deep down in your heart, you still view her as a friend. After all, you used to fight together for a better tomorrow, protected one another and celebrated each win together, side by side. Such times are in the past, but occasionally you hope that you can trigger a change of heart within your deprived friend, hoping that she would pass away in peace, give Gyokuen her mind and body back and perhaps save Hakuryuu's soul this way.

But the prince's hatred, his lust for revenge and blood runs as deep as the sea.

You must stick out like a sore thumb as you stroll through Rakushou's streets, silken gowns elegantly following each movement of your body and your jewelry menacingly glaring back at the sun. Once again, you do not belong in this world, in this timeline. If destiny hadn't been meddled with, you would've long since been dead, resting in the Great Flow with your beloved friends and watching the world unfold from afar.

Such thoughts cloud your brain until you barely realize that you knocked someone over. A woman with reddish hair kept together by a detailed hairpin and carrying..Vinea with her.

"My apologies!," you blurt out and help the young woman to her feet. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

As the young lady stands on her own two feet again, she looks like she's about to whine or let out her attitude; you can't tell which is more likely. But instead, she, named Kougyoku, stares at you with an open mouth.

"You're Hakuryuu's Magi..," she breathes.

To your pleasant surprise, the young princess is easy to get along with. She takes you to the far outskirts of Rakushou where not a single house stands, where not a single soul would pass the two of you. Hurriedly, Kougyoku had pulled you outside the capital and asked to speak with you regarding the empire's imminent demise.

Sitting in the high meadow with you remaining afloat on your staff, she finally gains the courage to ask what's been burning on her mind.

"Why do you stay by Hakuryuu's side, [Name]?," the princess asks casually as she weaves flowers into one another. She is clumsy, but determination is locked behind her bright eyes.

Now that you think about it, you never questioned why exactly you remain by Hakuryuu's side when you're free to leave at any time. Nothing binds you to the fallen prince and his more than vulgar Magi, yet you continue to stay and even want to help him achieve his goal of finishing Arba once and for all.

You gaze over Rakushou, filled with pure Rukh, laughter and chatter, but in the far distance, atop the hill where the current palace and its empress regnant remains, there sits a black hole threatening to swallow the world whole. Although the princess can't see the deprives mass, you point your finger towards the palace and Kougyoku follows your line of sight curiously.

"Our goals align," you say softly but the look on your face is a stern one. "The goal to make a certain someone fall once and for all."

You like the young princess, but you can't tell her what happened back then in Alma Torran. It's bad enough that Hakuryuu and Judar know of another world which is still in shambles and will most likely never recover. Whoever told them about Alma Torran..you're uncertain whether to thank them or punish them for breaking King Solomon's rule.

Kougyoku frowns and looks at the little flower crown she made with insecure hands. So you would help Hakuryuu start a civil war, split the country and kill Gyokuen? She can't understand it. If you are a Magi, then why would you encourage setting an empire on fire?

If you weren't a Magician of Creation, she would fight you in order to protect what is dearest to her, but Kougyoku also knows that compared to you, she is nothing but an ant.

"[Name], if you plan on causing Kou's demise, I fear we will meet again on the battlefield." She gets up from her seat in the meadow, stands in front of you and cups her fist with one hand. "However, I would also like to ask you to look after the empire! My brothers are ready to kill Hakuryuu, but if possible..please, protect him."

Ever-so-slightly, your eyes widen and it's the first time you realize just how many people care for the prince who unsealed you from Belial's dungeon. His sister wants him to be safe, Kougyoku asks you to protect not only him, but also the empire in case it is on the verge of falling.

The longer you remain in this world, the more you realize that you have indeed a duty, a responsibility to carry.

You slide from your seat on your staff and place a hand on top of your heart, bowing your head with a smile on your lips.

"I shall see to it that this unstable time for the empire will pass as smoothly as possible, princess."

the magi of alma torran [08] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

genre. romance, angst + smut

warnings. n/a

words. 730

summary. "What would you understand about the past? About me? All you are is a relic of a world destroyed! Why would you do this?! Answer me, Magi!"

notes. we're slowly getting to my favorite part of the series, i'm so excited 🥹✨

comments and rbs are greatly appreciated!

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falling-out.

When you arrive at the former castle of Rakushou, the few guards immediately make room for you, their spines straight as a candle.

"Welcome back, honored Magi!," they call out simultaneously.

You don't spare them one glance, the goal within your head is still too loud to process anything else but your bare feet on the ground and the bracelets around your ankles clinking with each step you take. The suspicion that Hakuryuu wouldn't take your news well proves itself when you're greeted by the fallen Magi called Judar.

"Hakuryuu told me to come fetch you," he speaks with his hands buried in his pockets and a shrug of his shoulders. "He's really pissed off. Seems like you fucked up, eh?" A cocky smirk rests on Judar's lips, but he's not as annoying as he usually is.

"Be quiet, Judar." Nonchalantly, you brush past the Magi whose Rukh are as black as her blood. By now, you were certain that it was Arba who meddled with a Magi's divine Rukh and perhaps forced him into depravity. Such acts, you couldn't forgive.

No matter how close you were with Arba.

Determined, you make your way to Hakuryuu's chamber which is adorned by paintings of vast landscapes or brave horsemen charging into battle. Open scrolls are scattered on his desk, ranging from poems of hundreds of years ago to battle strategies involving the Metal Vessels and Magis.

The moon dips the chamber in a gentle white glow and embraces the prince like a Chosen One.

The One to take down the empress and reclaim the throne.

Behind you, the door falls into its lock with a soft click and you straighten your back, chin raised and hands clasped behind your back.

"You demanded my presence, Hakuryuu?," you ask softly and composedly.

Hakuryuu gazes into the night, arms crossed over his chest before he turns to you with an expression on his face which leaves no room for any argument

"Where were you?," Hakuryuu asks sternly. However, you do not flinch and stand firmly with your feet planted to the ground.

"I visited your sister," you answer and watch Hakuryuu's face morph from strict to staggered. "She told me what happened to the previous royal family and asked me to bring you back, Hakuryuu."

The prince chuckles, far from amused, and takes a step towards you. In return, you take one step back until your back meets the icy wall and Hakuryuu's nose is so, so painfully close to touching yours. If the situation was different, you're certain your heart would start pounding and your hands would sweat. But not when he was looking at you like you found out his deepest secret that he planned on taking to the grave.

Hakuryuu's eyes glimmer menacingly like the stars in the sky as he grabs your collar with one hand, jerks your body against his and raises his voice. "What would you understand about the past? About me? All you are is a relic of a world destroyed! Why would you do this?! Answer me, Magi!"

His words sting and you have to fight the tears in your eyes. Is this all you are to Hakuryuu? A relic, an object he can dispose of whenever he pleases? You can't be. You are your own person.

"I wouldn't understand..?," you murmur and grab Hakuryuu's wrist, pulling him impossibly closer to you. His betrayed eyes collide with your fiery ones.

"All of my friends, family, and my homeland were taken away by Al-Thamen! Everyone I know and love is dead!," you barked. "Not one of them survived the day Il Illah descended and you're trying to tell me I wouldn't understand your anger?!"

All of a sudden, the prince calms down like your words have blown away all the anger he was about to unleash on you. But with each word which falls from your lips, Hakuryuu realizes that you understand very well. You experienced the pain, the loss, the sorrow of everything that was rightfully yours.

Everything is lost, there's not one thing left to reclaim.

Gradually, the prince lets go of you and takes a step back. Pushing him out of your way, you sigh and hop onto the windowsill, taking one last glance at Hakuryuu, before you disappear into the pitch black night.

"If you wish to defeat her, call out my name.

the magi of alma torran [05] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

genre. romance, angst + smut

warnings. mentions of death/dying

words. 968

summary. you touch your cheeks, but don't feel any warmth. you touch your chest, but don't feel your own heartbeat.

and yet you know you are as happy as the moon when the sun shares its light.

notes. y'all know i just had to include The Forehead Touch™ 🤠 anyways, next week we're gonna see judar and get to see a few other starring characters ✨

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scars never fade.

There's only so much Hakuryuu understands of Belial's powers. Day and night, he would stay up and figure out the complex magic which is supposed to be his. But no matter how much Hakuryuu tries, all he ends up with is a split scythe, broken into two for reasons he cannot name. The prince thinks it's Belial's fault for refusing to become his djinn on his own accord.

Luckily for Hakuryuu, he has a lovely Magi by his side. And no, he doesn't refer to Judar.

Heavy raindrops slip from heavy, gray clouds as the fourth prince wanders through the palace garden. Petals glistened in the rain, the wooden path snaking its way through bushes, trees and past pavilions is several shades darker and more slippery. Chilly is the air that blows past Hakuryuu's pale face, triggering goosebumps on his neck and arms.

The prince takes one step after another while his azure eyes are seeking out your silhouette hidden in the vast garden where he used to train with his brothers. Occasionally, Hakuryuu swears he can hear his brothers' laughter, the metallic cling of swords clashing in a sparring session and his sister calling them inside for a cup of tea and pastries.

But all of this is long gone. They will always remain memories of the past.

Suddenly, Hakuryuu stops. He finally finds you with a fine umbrella between your graceful fingers and bare feet buried in the damp grass. Head lowered, you curiously gaze into the pond in front of you; fat koi fish roam the space. Above them, pink water lilies are in full bloom and serve as mere decoration.

Slowly, you turn around and greet the prince with the smile he said he liked to see and waved him over. "You'll catch a cold if you keep standing there. Come here."

Hakuryuu finds home underneath the umbrella and takes it from your hands to share the small space, shoulder to shoulder. "Thanks," he murmurs.

"Tell me, what leads you to me?," you asked, a gentle caress laced in each syllable that spills from your lips.

Silently, Hakuryuu wonders if he has become that predictable or if this is merely the ability of a Magi to sense intentions. Yet again, Hakuryuu has never come to you without desiring to know something. "Belial's powers," he starts, voice firm.

"No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to figure out his magic. Much less, summon this djinn's weapon. All I end up with is one half of a scythe." Hakuryuu hates to admit that he's struggling to learn something that had come so easily to him when he got Zagan.

"Belial's magic, huh?," you wonder out loud and stop in your tracks right underneath a small pavilion. Gently, you lay your hand upon Hakuryuu's shoulder armor and instantly, the djinn's symbol illuminates the space around the two of you. A fond smile stretches your lips.

"Belial's scythe is capable of severing the spirit from the body. Your nerves, feelings, memory, everything you are, gets sealed in a space separate from ours." You look up at Hakuryuu, gaze unusually hard and serious. Deftly, your hands remove the headdress in the shape of a crescent moon.

"If his scythe slashes your head, you end up dead, Hakuryuu."

Hakuryuu's eyes narrow and he drops the umbrella; a dull thud is all that's heard. His chest rises and falls quicker, sweat trickles down his temple as the prince spots the scar on the top of your head. "Belial..killed you..?"

"You have already heard of Ill Ilah's descent in Alma Torran and this is the price I paid for helping King Solomon seal the deity." Hugging the crescent moon to your chest, you lower your eyes to the ground and let them flutter shut. You sigh.

"It was an accident. I got caught in the crossfire and before I knew it, Belial severed my spirit from my body. When djinns were created and my body was with Belial, he managed to restore my consciousness and a few of my senses.."

Why? Why is your story tugging at Hakuryuu's heartstrings? Your words leave ripples in the still sea that is his troubled mind. Ripples lead to waves and waves lead to disastrous floods which shape a wish purer than his Rukh could ever hope to become.

He wishes he could've stopped your downfall.

"[Name].."

So caught up in the past, you fail to notice Hakuryuu holding and lifting your hand. You're too busy rambling about feelings of regret, guilt, despair. Tears brim your eyes, painting them glossy, but you refuse to be so vulnerable in front of the prince.

"..But up until this day, I can't feel anything. I can't feel pain, I can't feel the sun on my skin, I can't feelㅡ"

"Do you think this would hurt?," Hakuryuu cuts you off.

Opening your eyes with a gasp, you finally see that Hakuryuu's resting his forehead against your own, right where your third eye remains. Although once filled with remorse, the tight look on your face softens gradually.

You gulp down the lump in your throat. "Allow me to be delusional, but I do not believe you would hurt me."

Instead of one of his infamous half-smirks, Hakuryuu grants you a smile and reaches for the headdress clasped in your hands. Dare you say, he is gentle when putting the crescent moon back on your head where it belongs and wrapping the single layer of cloth once around your hair. You touch your cheeks, but don't feel any warmth. You touch your chest, but don't feel your own heartbeat.

And yet you know you are as happy as the birds are when the sun rises, when the fireworks explode, when the sun illuminates the moon.

"Then keep being delusional."

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