#m.i.d

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ As a Daemos servant in the royal castle, you are always close to power, yet never meant to touch it yet somehow, you’ve gotten attached to the Prince of Daemos and his most trusted advisor

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ The three of you exist in a delicate balance. Asch’s love burns hot and fierce, restrained only by duty and reputation, while Rhys’s affection is steady, grounding, and quietly protective. You are the soft centre between instinct and reason, sweetness smoothing Asch’s sharp edges and gentleness easing Rhys’s constant vigilance

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ They love how kind you are with both of them, how your presence never demands but always gives, how your smile feels like something sacred in a world slowly losing its magic

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Because Asch is a prince, everything must be hidden. Your relationship survives in whispers behind tapestries, in fingers brushing as you pass goblets during court gatherings, in the way Asch’s eyes soften only when you’re near

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Rhys makes it easier he is more “allowed” to be close to you, to walk beside you openly, to exchange quiet conversations without raising suspicion. Sometimes, Asch watches the two of you from a distance, jealousy flickering before trust takes its place, because he knows Rhys would never cross a line without care

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ In truth, Asch loves seeing how safe you are with Rhys, even when it hurts to know he cannot offer you the same freedom. You, in turn, love them differently but equally Asch is passion and devotion barely contained, while Rhys is comfort, patience, and the steady reassurance that you are never alone

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Rhys’s relationship with you is the one the world almost believes is innocent. As a servant, you’re permitted to be near him to assist with books, relay messages, or simply walk alongside him as he plans and strategizes

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He takes advantage of that closeness not recklessly, but tenderly. Rhys is not one for dramatic gestures instead, his love shows in small, deliberate ways

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He adjusts his pace to match yours, shields you subtly from raised voices in the hall, and always makes sure you’ve eaten after long days of work. His smiles are rare but genuine, reserved especially for you soft expressions that make your chest ache with how much trust they carry

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ With Rhys, affection is quiet but deeply emotional. He confides in you more than anyone else, speaking of fading magic, of responsibility, of fears he would never voice to the others. When you touch his hand, it’s grounding, anchoring him back to the present

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He admires your sweetness, how you manage to stay gentle despite living under pressure, and how your kindness never feels naïve

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ To him, you are a calm constant in a world that demands too much thought. Loving you is easy, natural, something he never questions even when it complicates everything else

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Asch’s love for you is intense, protective, and fiercely loyal, even when it must be hidden behind a prince’s mask. He hates that he cannot be seen with you openly, that he must pretend indifference when others are watching, but the moment you’re alone, the restraint shatters

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Asch is touch-starved where you’re concerned hands lingering at your waist, horns dipping instinctively toward you, his voice dropping into something softer, something only meant for you. You calm him in ways no one else can, not by challenging his fire, but by soothing it. Your sweetness disarms him, reminds him of what he’s fighting for beyond power and duty

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ He is fiercely jealous, yes but never of Rhys. Asch trusts him completely, knowing that Rhys would protect you even at the cost of his own safety. In private moments, Asch lets himself be vulnerable with you, resting his forehead against yours, confessing fears of failing Daemos, of losing magic, of not being enough

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ You love him not despite his sharpness, but because beneath it is a heart that burns entirely for those he cares about. To Asch, you are not “just” a servant you are something precious he refuses to let the world taint

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Rhys and Asch are opposites in almost every way, and yet, when it comes to you, they move in perfect sync. Rhys tempers Asch’s impulsiveness, reminding him to think before acting, especially when emotions run high

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Asch, in turn, pushes Rhys to feel more, to stop hiding behind logic when his heart is already decided. There is an unspoken understanding between them: no competition, no hierarchy only shared devotion. They trust each other with you, and that trust is what makes the relationship work at all

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ You often notice how Rhys will step back when Asch needs a moment alone with you, or how Asch will quietly (surprisingly enough) let Rhys take the lead when comfort and reassurance are needed. They complement each other, naturally fire and calm, instinct and reason and you are the thread that ties them together. Loving you has softened them both, made them better leaders, better warriors, better people ━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ The night when you were with Lady Grandma helping Asch, Rhys and the other knights leave for Earth is heavy with unspoken fear. Magic is fading, the world is uncertain, and none of you know what awaits them beyond the portal because they took the last soul and the only spark of magic left

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ You kiss them both goodbye Asch first, fierce and desperate, holding you like he might never let go, then Rhys, slower, lingering, his forehead pressed to yours as he promises they will return

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ Your voice is steady even as your heart aches when you tell them you’ll keep everything covered up with Lady Grandma, that their secret is safe, that you’ll wait

━━━ ．°˖✧ ˚₊ ⊹ As they turn to leave, you stand tall despite the fear clawing at your chest, sweetness unwavering even in sorrow. They leave knowing they are loved not as a prince and a knight, but simply as themselves and you remain behind, loyal, patient, guarding their secret and your shared bond until the day they come home

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ The war never touched you the way it touched the rest of Daemos... but it got to your people before you. That alone was enough to condemn you

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ While magic rotted in the veins of the kingdom and Daemos started to lack without it, your blood remained untouched. It shimmered beneath your skin, warm and alive, carrying an ancient magic that did not draw from land or crown or spell circles, but from the self

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ Your kind had existed long before Daemos relied on the world to sustain it. You were bloodbound Daemos, born as living reservoirs in case the kingdom ever failed itself and when it did, your clan paid the price

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ They were taken one by one under the excuse of necessity. Elders drained. Warriors bled dry. Children hidden and still found. By the time the war reached its worst, your people were no longer spoken of as Daemos at all, but as a solution. A cure. A resource. You were the last surviving echo of a species already written into extinction

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ Asch knew this but he loved you anyway. The war chamber was thick with heat and ash when you confronted him. He stood at the head of the table, hands braced against stone etched with failing sigils, shoulders tight beneath the weight of a crown he never wanted. His magic flickered dangerously low, unstable, barely restrained beneath his skin. Daemos needed power. Everyone knew it. Everyone knew where it could be found. You...

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ “They met again,” you said, your voice steady despite the way your chest ached. “The council. Rahl.” Asch didn’t look up. “I know.” “They want my blood.” His jaw clenched. “They will not have it.” You stepped closer, anger finally breaking through grief. “You say that, but you stand here and let them believe there’s a choice. You let them think my life is negotiable.”

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ He turned then, eyes blazing, desperation carved deep into his features. “Do you think I haven’t threatened them? Do you think I don’t hear them chanting for salvation while looking at you like a blade waiting to be used?” “Then why haven’t you ended it?” you demanded. “Why haven’t you told them no?” Because the truth sat between you like a wound because Daemos was dying and you were not

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ You pulled the dagger from your belt before he could stop you. Steel flashed in the torchlight, and Asch’s breath caught sharply in his throat “Don’t,” he said. You dragged the blade across your palm with a swift motion staring at him

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ The cut burned, sharp and clean, but the pain was nothing compared to the silence that followed the heartbeat where Asch realized what you were about to show him. Your blood spilled freely

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ Liquid light poured from your hand, radiant and alive, glowing so brightly it illuminated the chamber like dawn breaking through ash. The air thrummed, magic roaring awake, responding to your blood as if it had been waiting centuries to be acknowledged. Each drop that hit the stone hissed softly, burning faint runes into the floor

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ Asch stumbled back, horror written across his face. “No… gods, no…” “This is what they want,” you said, tears slipping down your cheeks as your hand trembled. “This is my clan reduced to light and usefulness. This is the power you need.”

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ He reached for you, then stopped himself, hands shaking violently. “I would never take it,” he said, voice breaking. “I would die first.” “And if your death kills Daemos?” you asked softly. “If the kingdom falls because you couldn’t choose?” The words shattered him

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ Before he could answer, a horn blared through the kingdom Long. Low. Final. An execution call. Your execution

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ Asch turned toward the sound in terror. “Rahl.... he’s moved too fast or his wife convinced him...” Your heart pounded as understanding settled in. There would be no trial. No debate. They were done waiting for him to decide

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ You closed your bleeding hand, the glow dimming but never fading. “Then this is goodbye,” you whispered. He grabbed you then, desperate, pressing his forehead to yours. “Leave,” he begged. “Please. I can’t protect you from them” “And that’s the answer,” you said gently, heartbreak lacing every word. “You won’t kill me. But you won’t save me either.” The chamber doors burst open before he could reply

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ Lady Grandma stood there, cane striking the stone with authority that froze Ash is guards. Her eyes flicked to your blood, glowing still between your fingers, and hardened with fury “Enough,” she snapped. “The child will not die for this kingdom’s cowardice.”

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ She seized your wrist, ignoring the golden blood soaking into her sleeve, and slammed her cane against the floor. Ancient runes flared to life, ripping open the air itself. Wind roared through the chamber as a portal tore open behind you, bright and violent

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ Asch shouted your name panicked while You turned back to him one last time, memorizing his face, the man who loved you but could not choose you in time. “I loved you,” you said softly. “In every way I was allowed to exist.” yet the portal wrapped around you when you turned

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ It snapped shut with a thunderous crack, leaving nothing but scorched stone and the fading echo of your magic. Asch stared tense while lady grandma glanced over to Asch “we speak nothing of this” Daemos never saw you again. Rahl’s or well his wifes decree failed. The bloodbound Daemos did not end in extinction, but in disappearance but even with a lack of them they moved to the next source humans

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ A groan came from you as you dropped into a world that was unknown

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ You gasped for air, tense beneath the scorching heat, as you looked around at the towering buildings. A girl’s voice cut through the haze. “OMG are you okay?”

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗ You froze, staring at her as worry etched across her face “You’re bleeding! let me help you” Every instinct screamed to fight, but you were too tired… too drained. When she reached for your hand, you didn’t pull away staring at the girl

────⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧👑🔥୭˚.꒱ˎˊ˗“I’m Ava,” she said softly. You stared at her before answering, your voice shaking tiredly “I’m… [Name].” “Well, [Name], let me help you out.” She offered a small smile. “Nice cosplay, by the way!”