The blade that loved me
The weapon dropped from my hands with a hollow clatter. Her sword.Mysword.
No —Seori.
The light that once surged through its obsidian core flickered… then dimmed… then died.
She was gone.
I collapsed to my knees before it, trembling fingers reaching out — not for steel, but forher. For the soul that had once burned bright and fierce andmineinside the very blade I wielded to kill my father.
The ground beneath me cracked. The air grew thick. My magic surged like a tidal wave crashing against reality, threatening to rip the entire realm apart.
“Baby, please,” I whispered. “Please come back to me.”
My hands hovered over the weapon’s hilt — the one she had become to save me. A weapon born of love and sacrifice, forged in bond and sealed in blood.
“I need you,” I choked, voice breaking. “You can’t leave me. Not after everything. Not when I just got you back.”
My tears fell freely, splattering against the hilt. And with each drop, the shadows twisted, desperate to answer a prayer I didn’t know how to speak.
Behind me, a voice — melodic and raw with power — began to rise.
The Queen.
Her words, angelic and infernal, carved through the silence. A chant, old as the stars. A mother's final hope. I looked back at the blade, now cradled in my arms. My Seori. My fire. My mate.
“You are not just steel,” I whispered. “You areeverything. Come back. Please.”
A pulse. A flicker of light. The hilt glowed gold — not from the runes, but from within. Her soul.
Then — light exploded.
The weapon shattered in my hands.
And in its place —
She gasped.
Her body, whole and glowing, reformed before me like smoke condensing into flesh. She collapsed into my arms, bare skin warm, heartbeat fluttering like wings against my chest.
I caught her before she hit the ground.
“Seori?” I breathed, terrified to believe it. Terrified to hope.
Her lashes fluttered.
Her golden eyes blinked up at me. Then she smiled — exhausted, mischievous,alive.
“Took you long enough, demon prince,” she rasped. “Next time, try not to stab your girlfriend.”
I laughed — a ragged, broken thing. My body shook with it. My soulachedwith it.
“I swear,” I whispered, forehead pressing to hers, “if you ever scare me like that again, I’ll tie you to the bed for eternity.”
“Might not be the worst idea,” she breathed against my lips, smirking.
And gods help me — I kissed her.
