Author's Note:
Trigger warning: suicidal thoughts, violence, family violence, challenge the concept of God, heaven and hell.
Please be open minded to read this story.
But also, this is just fiction. Please take it as it is.
***
If this was how she was destined to die, she truly wouldn't mind at all.
Perhaps death would be much more merciful than life in her own house.
Gwyneira was a healer witch. She was born with the skill to heal people through spells she made herself, and her potions.
She was the girl the villagers sought when they had fever, coughing or the flu, or even worse. She was known to heal light illness and soothe the heavier ones.
What she couldn't do was bring people back from the dead.
And yet, every coin she got from her work was taken by her father, who gambled incessantly and with no shame.
The peak of her father's cruelty happened that week. He had gambled so much that his debt would make them lose their home. And what did he sell to save his house? His daughter, of course.
Gwyneira was sold to Lord Roderick Vane. The lord was old, in his mid-fifties, and he was known for crushing the smaller lords for expansion, and to collect women with witchblood, believing it would enrich and strengthen his family by having children with magic.
Lord Vane already had 3 wives. Gwyneira would be his fourth.
She had rejected this strongly. She had begged her father, screamed, and cried. He didn't care. Had never cared. Meanwhile, her mother was powerless, as usual. She was the kind of woman who only cared for her sons, and thought Gwyneira was born to help her with the house and the family.
Her wedding would be in three days.
In her desperation, Gwyneira had baked some bread and decided to visit her grandma at the other side of The Dark Forest.
Her grandma was kind. Her grandma was the only love she had ever known.
But the day that started as a bright one suddenly became stormy when she entered the deeper side of the woods. It rained so hard, with strong winds, and became dark so quickly.
To avoid getting drenched, Gwyneira had run to the area with old, tall trees. She was protected from the torrential rain. Not entirely, but the trees softened the impact.
She was soaked, and cold. She sat there for an hour, her baked bread and the basket was gone already when she ran earlier, and she was sure she was lost.
Alone, cold, and terrified, Gwyneira, who was actually realistic despite her healing abilities, began to see that it might be her last day on earth.
Maybe it's fate.
Maybe the higher being pitied her.
Maybe it was kinder than being owned by Lord Vane.
Maybe.....when the villagers found her dead body, her father would feel remorse.
Maybe it would be the first time her mother finally regrets never defending her.
She tightened her red cloak, feeling her strength loosening.
She began to feel sleepy.
Was it this, then?
"You truly made a tragic scene, Young Lady."
Gwyneira's head snapped, her eyes flew open.
The Grim Reaper stood in front of her.
He appeared to be a man. Very tall, very pale, and seemed to be a part of the dark forest itself.
"Took you long enough!" Gwyneira scolded, glaring at him. "If you're going to take me anyway, why did
you wait until I'm this cold? You could've shown a little mercy and took me before the rain started!!!"
The Grim Reaper looked mildly surprised.
"Do what you have to, I have nothing to lose."
The Grim Reaper was quiet, staring at the young girl sitting huddled on the ground, wrapping herself
with her drenched red cloak.
"Are you.....thinking I am The Grim Reaper?"
"Well? Aren't you?" She asked with an angry tone.
"I am not a grim reaper."
They work for me.
"Oh. Then.....just go. Rob someone else. I bring not even a coin."
This mysterious man was wearing a long black cloak. Gwyneira was quite sure it was not wet under the storm. She was shaking with the cold. It was so unfair.
"Shall I just leave you to die?"
"That's the least you could do."
"My palace is within a five minute walk. I have a table full of food and a fireplace. Why don't you follow
me? You're too young to die here on your own, cold to your bones and starving."
"On w—what price?" She asked, shaking and trying to hug herself for a little warmth.
The man stared at her, as if he's thinking seriously before replying.
"There is a price. A big one."
"My life?"
"More or less."
"...can you kill me after I am warm and full?"
The man smiled. But he didn't answer.
"So? Will you follow me to a place where you could rest, warm yourself and dine?"
"Yes. I'll p-pay the price afterwards, even if it's m-my life."
"This way," he said, and began walking to the left from where she was sitting.
She might be walking to her doom, but her home was more painful than death.
She could face being murdered, if there was really a fireplace and food before that.
***
They walked in silence, past dense trees and thorny bushes. The strange man said nothing, didn't even glance back, as if he knew Gwyneira was following him even without looking.
She was sure she was close to dying back there, drenched and alone under the rain, lost in the dark, yet she had the energy to follow this man to a direction she didn't know.
Perhaps the promise of food and fire was that important for her at that precise moment.
Exactly before she started to think that she was tired, a castle loomed in front of them.
It was made of dark stones, tall and imposing. It was large and empty, from the look of it. There were no guards at the gates.
Gwyneira didn't understand who opened the gates.
Nobody appeared, and that man didn't move to unlock anything.
Regardless, two high iron gates opened, and she followed that man into a courtyard. It was dark. She was sure there were trees. But she really saw no one.
Did he live alone there?
Were there lots of buried bodies inside?
Was this where she'd die?
She was busy looking around, yet her host stopped abruptly. He stopped in front of a set of stone stairs, leading up to the front doors of the castle.
This time, someone opened the door.
A butler, surprisingly. Dressed in impeccable attire, as if he was the butler of the king himself.
"Your Highness?" The butler asked, as if just by saying two words, the man would understand what he was asking.
"She's my guest. She will need a human dinner."
Gwyneira wondered on her own, a human dinner? He sounded as if he had hosted various kinds of dinners for different kinds of creatures. And what? Your Highness?
Gwyneira locked eyes with the butler, and he stared her down as if she was a bothering bug.
"Barnabas, manners."
The old man cleared his throat.
"Good evening, Miss....?"
"Gwyneira Tarnley."
The butler looked at her with so much judgement that Gwyneira began considering offering to leave.
"Barnabas, she needs dinner and a fireplace. Don't make me serve her myself."
"I didn't realize we have become a charity house, Your Highness."
".....you'll do as I say."
The man moved first, leading them to the door on his right.
It was apparently a dining room. It was dark, like the rest of the castle.
In a second, the crystal chandelier lit up with candles.
In that era, not everyone could buy candles. It was considered something luxurious. The rich could buy
it with ease. At her house, they tried to save a candle as long as they could. It made her believe that the mysterious man was rich when Gwyneira saw the chandelier with two dozens of burning candles, not
the castle.
Another second passed, and the fireplace burnt merrily.
She must be in a castle where everyone was a strong wizard. It amazed her how easy the room turned so bright and warm.
One more second and the table was laden with food of various kinds, smelling so inviting that she started salivating.
She had never seen that much delicious food in her entire life.
"Sit down, and start dining. You're not cold anymore, but you're starving."
She realized her clothes were dry. When did it dry?
And she was hungry. Starving. More starving than she had ever felt in her entire life.
"Shall I serve or leave, Your Highness?" Barnabas asked flatly.
"Leave."
"Very well."
Once the door was closed, the man signalled her to sit down.
He was at the head of the table. Barnabas laid plates on two opposite sides, so she sat down at the other end.
The table could fit 12 people. It wasn't that big. They could speak without having to increase their volume at all.
She wanted to try the food so bad, but she was scared.
"It's not poisoned. Just begin."
"Is it truly safe?"
It will make you feel safe here. It will make you not want to go home.
"It is."
He could be lying. He must be lying, she thought. Then again, it was still her best option.
She began eating. She tried the mashed potato and the beef in butter sauce first. It tasted so divine.
There was bean soup with mushrooms near her as well, and glasses with water and wine.
The plate was beautiful. It looked like silver, with a crest she didn't recognize.
She was so hungry that she forgot she was not alone. When she was halfway, she remembered that she was sitting with someone who appeared as if he was a grim reaper.
He wasn't eating. He was only watching her eat.
"Who are you?" She inquired. Her fear seemed to be gone. Perhaps she was really not caring anymore what would happen to her.
"I am Luceris."
A beautiful name, but she had never heard it before.
"Where are you from?"
"Somewhere far from here."
Under the bright chandelier, Gwyneira could see that Luceris was handsome, in a way your darkest
nightmare could be handsome. His features were sharp and elegant, as if it was carved by a sharp blade from marble. From where she sat, his eyes looked dark.
The silence between them unnerved her, as if it could go on for centuries and he wouldn't be bothered.
She started to think that the sound of her fork and knife was too loud.
The best meal of her life ended soon enough. Despite tasting so good, her stomach couldn't keep any more.
She drank her water, and looked at him again.
"Should I be terrified?" She asked.
"Only if you choose to be."
"How are you going to kill me?"
"I am not going to kill you."
She blinked.
"You're not???"
"No."
"Then....what will you do to me?"
Are you going to use me to satisfy your lust?
She wasn't being dramatic, honestly. She was simply being realistic, despite not asking him outright.
"I'll give you a bed. You are exhausted. I shall talk to you again in the morning."
"What???"
"I'll show you your room. Follow me."
He brought her up a staircase, and opened a door to a room where there were lanterns and a fire.
It looked as if a highborn lady should occupy it.
"Have some rest. I'll see you in the morning."
He then disappeared to the end of the hallway.
I was given food and shelter, just like that?
She couldn't fathom how she could be so lucky, but she entered the room and locked the door, just to be
extra safe.
***
Gwyneira woke up in the morning in a beautiful bedroom, feeling healthier than she had ever felt in a long time, and when she remembered where she was, she was completely surprised that no one had murdered her in sleep.
Did that grim reaper-like person housed her for the night and fed her out of kindness?
Or would he feel her until she became fat then eat her then?
Suddenly, from a distance, she heard the bark of a dog that sounded suspiciously similar to laughter.
She had no special hearing abilities. Probably the castle owner had a dog, and it was roaming near her room?
Also, as if knowing exactly she already woke up, there was a knock on her door.
Barnabas stood there, holding a tray that had a new dress for her, with shoes as well.
"My Lady, would you like breakfast in bed, or downstairs in the dining room?"
"Um....."
Barnabas stared at her as if he was warning, "Do not waste my time, Child."
He said absolutely none of it, of course.
"In the dining room, please. But first, may I have some hot water to clean myself?"
"It's already there."
"But there's no—"
Barnabas turned his eyes to a direction behind her. Gwyneira followed the same direction, and she suddenly saw a big basin of hot water, steaming, as if she hadn't realized it had been there the entire
time.
"May I place this inside?" he asked.
"Yes, please."
The butler walked elegantly inside, placing the tray of clothes on a mahogany table inside the room.
"Is there anything else I can help you with?" He asked, with the tone of, "Don't be spoiled, and don't ask too much."
"That would be all, thank you."
"His highness will join you for breakfast."
"Why are you calling him "His Highness", Sir Barnabas? Who is he, exactly?"
"First of all, do not call me with any honorifics. I am just "Barnabas" to you, My Lady. And you say
"please" and "thank you" too much. It is unbecoming of your rank."
"What rank??? I am only a village witch!"
"And third, I have no obligation or authority to explain to you who my noble master is."
Talking to Barnabas made her feel so foolish. It's as if he expected her to know everything already, as
though everything she was asking was as obvious as the sun outside.
But she genuinely had no idea who Luceris was!
"If you have no orders for me, I shall leave, since I have things to do rather than standing here uselessly
in the middle of your bedroom," Barnabas reminded her sharply. "My lady," he added the after thought.
"Thank you. You can—um. Continue your day."
He walked away with his head held high, muttering "Thanking me five times in a conversation! What kind of queen does that???"
What queen???
Barnabas stressed her out so much. She closed the door and locked it again, walking to the basin of steaming hot water with anticipation by then.
***
After cleaning herself, she inspected the new dress Barnabas brought.
The model was exactly like the one she was wearing before she washed, but the material was more expensive. It was thicker, stitched to perfection, and would cost perfection.
There were also underwear and new shoes.
She put everything on, and the material itself felt like the hug of a mother she never really felt in her
entire life.
Despite being made of thicker material, the dress was lighter on her body, not heavier. And under
sunlight, the dress glimmered. She peered closer, and the fabric seemed to glow as if it was made with
stardust.
Something close to fear said in front of her, "Why do I think these people can indeed make a dress out of
stardust?"
The dress fit her comfortably, as well as the shoes.
She found a comb at the vanity mirror, and brushed herself.
In the mirror, the reflection looking back at her looked clean, dignified, and....what? Well-rested? Very, very confused, but also healthy?
She decided it was the time to face that grim reaper again. Or Lord Luceris.
***
She entered the same dining hall from last night, and found the lord was sitting at the same end of the dining table, reading a high stack of parchments.
"Good morning, Lord Luceris."
"Good morning, Lady Gwyneira."
"I'm not a lady."
"You are."
"My father is not a landowner."
"I have my own definition of a lady."
Finding it ridiculous to argue over his opinion, she walked to the other head of the table, where
breakfast was already prepared.
It was strange. She was eating breakfast at a dark, magical castle, with a lord who seemed to appear out
of nowhere, and nothing bad had happened to her yet.
"Not everything you don't understand is bad," Luceris said.
"Do you read minds?"
"I do."
"Don't read mine!"
"Then stop thinking."
"I can't."
"I can't stop reading you, then."
"....it's impolite."
"Can you stop your ears from hearing?"
"...not really."
"That is the same with me and my mind-reading ability."
Nothing is safe with him, then.
There was no more conversation until she's done eating.
Once she's done, he puts down his parchment and announced , "The villagers are frantically looking for
you."
Do they?
"Your father is searching because you are someone he has already sold, and your escape could mean
trouble for him. Your mother is looking for you because no one else is helping her clean and cook at
home. At least your brothers are genuinely worried. And your patients. Everyone you have helped is
looking for you."
Luceris said that with such clarity that Gwyneira didn't doubt it as the truth. She hadn't the least idea
how he knew about what he knew, but about her parents, he was probably true.
"Your wedding day with Lord Roderick Vane is in two days. You are welcome to find refuge here. If you
prefer to be a Lady Vane, I will personally escort you to his castle."
Gwyneira suddenly felt nauseous.
"Stay here for a few days, young witch. Peace will be good for your health."
"....what's your price? What should I pay for these few days of peace?"
"....I will tell you in a few days."
"This can't be kindness. It's too good to be true," she accused.
Luceris stared at her silently, with the kind of silence that could unnerve even the most valiant of
heroes.
"I am not being kind to you. This is a bargain. I am going to ask you something on the fifth day after we meet. And tell you something as well."
"I don't understand. I can't read your mind."
"You don't have to."
They stared at each other again, and she saw nothing in him that could give a clue of what would
happen on the fifth day. Would she die that day? Would she be raped? Would she be.....what? She had no idea.
"There is a library on the same floor of your bedroom."
"Excuse me???"
"A library. Quiet that mind of yours with words, Lady Gwyneira. Words that are not poisonous and will
make you spiral. The villagers won't find you here. No one can see my castle, unless I invite the person."
With that, he collected his parchments, and left the room.
***
She found the library easily. It was in the middle of the second floor. It was huge, reaching the ceiling of the castle, with shelves of parchments around the room, comfortable sofas, and functional desks and chairs.
She approached a random shelf and took a parchment in front of her. It was a story about a female warrior who rode dragons and won wars. She sat down to read it. When one roll was done. She took another one.
It was a story of a wise female lecturer in a respected university, a teacher of philosophy who was so incredible that even kings lined up to ask for advice.
She frowned at that.
Was it a magical library?
Did it choose only stories that would make her feel good?
She didn't know the mechanics behind it, and decided to just read it.
Hours after hours, she read. Everything she pulled up was stories about queens, witches and heroines
who were admirable.
She enjoyed reading them so much that she was surprised to see Barnabas entering with a tray of lunch.
Seeing the disarrayed parchments on the floor, he grunted and waved his hand. The parchments returned to their rightful shelves.
There were blank parchments, a pot of ink and a quill on the table.
Gwyneira moved there and began rewriting the lines from the stories that she liked the most.
Barnabas appeared again with a tray of dinner later.
When she began to feel sleepy, she gathered a handful of more parchments, then went to her room.
She had spent one day living only for herself. No patients to heal, no mother who asked her to scrub the
floor, no brothers to cook for, and no father to ask for coins.
It was a good day, spent in a dark castle, owned by a mysterious lord.
And yet, she hadn't felt that peaceful in a long time.
***
On the third day, Gwyneira woke up with parchment rolls strewn all over her bed. She had brought a
lantern near her after changing to a clean nightgown she found at the foot of the bed, and read until she
fell asleep.
After washing up and dressing up, she went to the dining room. It was empty. Luceris wasn't there.
There was breakfast laid only for one person.
She had her meal in silence.
Once she's done, as if exactly knowing that, the lord walked in.
"Good morning."
"Good morning, Lord Luceris."
"Would you walk around the garden with me?"
She had no reason to refuse, so she followed him.
They went outside through the front doors, and walked to the right, immediately to the garden.
It was a beautiful spring day, with cool breeze and the smell of grass and flowers in the air.
He said nothing, and she was busy with her own thoughts.
Are they still looking for me? Will my family be alright? But I truly don't want to return. Returning
means marrying that brute lord, and I don't want to. I'd rather die, really.
Slowly, she forgot about her disturbing thoughts, and began to admire the garden. It was lovely, with
shrubberies, fruit trees, and lots of flowers. A real garden blooming in spring. It was a contrast to the
dark castle standing intimidating and proud in the middle.
Then, she realized something.
"My Lord, there is lavender, chamomile, lemon balm, passionflower and mugwort! You have the exact
ingredients for a calming drought !"
"When you make a calming drought, does it work?"
"All my potions work!!! I have been healing people since I was thirteen!"
"And how long have you seen the year turn, young witch?"
"21 times. I am 21 years old."
"Ah. I see. A mere child."
"I am not a child!"
"You are, compared to me."
"How old are you?"
"Much older than you think."
She frowned.
But then she said, "Truly, this is amusing! I have never seen the exact ingredients of a potion right
under my nose, in one place! As if I have to make it and store it!"
"Perhaps that's what you need to do, make the calming drought."
"For who???"
"For yourself."
Gwyneira blinked.
"A healing witch who doesn't heal herself. Isn't it tragic?"
Gwyneira stared at him.
He kept treating her as if she was ill. She wanted to debate and argue, insisting that she was well and
healthy. But maybe she wasn't?
"Use the potion-making room."
"Do you have a potion-making room?"
"You arrived, so now there is one here."
Her mind screamed at the absurdity of it all. Perhaps this was all a dream. She would wake up the next
day in her own room in the village, ready to be slaughtered in the form of a bride to that disgusting Lord
Vane.
"Make the drought, young witch. And I'll see you again tomorrow."
Of course Barnabas suddenly appeared then, as if he had been standing behind her the whole time,
holding an empty basket.
She stared at the basket.
"Well? If you start gathering what you need now, My Lady, I can bring you to the potion-making room.
Someone unwell should be cured immediately."
Barnabas looked at her as if he was saying she should really stop wasting his time, again.
So Gwyneira began collecting the flowers and plants.
There was a shadow above her.
She looked up.
Barnabas was holding an umbrella so that she wouldn't get sunburnt.
"I am fine, Si—Barnabas. You don't have to—"
"Humans are very weak. I am only saving myself the trouble of saving a fainting lady because of the
heat."
The sun was not hot, it was just pleasantly warm. Gwyneira thought it was easier to let the butler be,
though.
***
The drought needed the whole day to be ready. First she chopped up everything exactly so, then she stirred the cauldron in very specific counting.
She never learnt how to make potions. She just followed her instincts. And it had always worked.
To wait for the drought to be perfectly made, Gwyneira continued reading more stories from the library.
She was currently reading about a female centaur rider who had adventures and had a lot of interesting experiences.
Lunch and dinner passed.
It was ready around 10 PM.
She brought one full glass of it to her bedroom.
"Barnabas?"
The butler appeared at the door.
"Can you bottle all the drought and store it for me?"
"Yes, My Lady."
"Thank you."
He bowed stiffly.
Once she changed to her nightgown, she drank the drought. It smelled fragrant. It tasted like a deep
sleep on a beautiful spring night.
And she had exactly that afterwards, a deep sleep.
***
Gwyneira woke up on the fourth day with an acute pain in her chest.
She sat up, holding her chest.
Was it the drought?
Did she make it wrong?
The pain stabs her chest, making her breath shorten.
Did someone poison me in my sleep?
The pain increased to an alarming degree.
It was so painful she started shaking from the weight of it.
And then she remembered.
That evening, she was supposed to marry Lord Vane.
She had given all the money she had ever made through hard work to her father and it was never
enough.
In the end, he did the ultimate betrayal by selling her to a brute lord.
Tears streamed down her face.
And she remembered, the day before she left the house, she took a stand against her father. She was
screaming, crying, begging, trying to make him go to the lord and cancel the wedding plans.
She was not heard.
"It is done. You will be rich. Just let him own you, and you will be fine."
She remembered screaming for her mother, "MOTHER, HELP ME!!! SAVE ME!!! THINK OF ME JUST
FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE!!!"
Her mother looked at her, who had never dared raise her voice like that as if she had sprouted two more
heads.
"Be quiet. You are luckier than any other girls in this village."
That's when she knew she had no hope.
She remembered looking at her two brothers. And they looked sad. They looked sorry for her. But what
could they do? One was a carpenter, the other worked in a bakery. Even when they sympathized, what
could they do for her?
And she had done everything a daughter should. She cooked, she worked, she cleaned the house. In
return, her parents had betrayed her in the worst way possible.
By then, she was crying loudly.
Louder and louder until she collapsed on the bed, and wailed her grief out.
It was a luxury.
Whenever she was sad, she used to hide her tears and sob for fear of burdening her parents and
brothers.
But in that room, in a dark castle no one could find, she could scream, and no one would shut her up.
And she gave herself the chance to cry as much as she wanted, as loud as she needed.
***
Luceris and Barnabas could hear Gwyneira's cry from different sides of the palace.
She cried as if someone was pulling her bones out of her body, one after the other.
She cried with so much pain and heartbreak that Luceris broke his quill in two.
He sat silently until she was done crying.
It was around an hour.
The worst had passed.
She would need a long time to recover.
Barnabas was there at the front door when Luceris walked out.
"Might I remind you to just wipe out the related people, Your Highness. Don't burn the entire village
down."
"I'll try," Luceris replied, before disappearing into thin air.
***
It was nine in the morning, and Thomas Tarnley didn't know what he was waking up to.
Luceris sat by his bed, in his monster form.
Thomas immediately wet his pants.
"W—what—what—what are you???"
Luceris reached out to him, and held Thomas's head with his big hand.
"Mercy! Mercy, mercy, please!!!"
"Why should I give you mercy, when you have none for your own daughter?" Luceris asked, his voice was echoing so loudly in Thomas's mind. He was shaking like a leaf.
"Pl-please, don't kill me!"
"Death is too good for you."
Luceris touched Thomas's head, and reprogrammed his brain, memory and heart.
He would forget that Gwyneira was his property for money. He would remember that he had never given his own daughter love, and he would feel deeply guilty for the rest of his life.
Luceris left Thomas like that, drained, terrified, and shocked.
Then he went to find the mother.
Olivia Tarnley was in the kitchen, making soup, grumbling about her ungrateful daughter who left her
all alone to take care of the house.
She was shocked when her small kitchen turned dark.
A horrifying monster stood there.
"Wh—what are you??? Did you—did you take my daughter???"
"She followed me willingly," Luceris answered, his voice 100 times louder in Olivia's mind.
"Don't kill me!!! Just take her!!! Just kill her!!!"
Luceris was so angry he strangled Olivia.
"How can a mother ask a demon to kill her own daughter???"
Olivia made a desperate sound, unable to breathe.
"A mother who never loved her own daughter. A mother who never protected the one she birthed first. I
should crush you to dust, but I won't. As your husband, death is too good for you."
Luceris changed Olivia's memory, heart and brain. She would always feel deep sorrow. She would
always feel desperate. She would always feel ready to die, like Gwyneira the day Luceris found her.
After leaving Olivia in a helpless, trembling heap, Luceris went to find Lord Roderic Vane.
The old lord was preparing for his wedding that night with Gwyneira, still confident that she could be
found on time.
Roderic became as white as a sheet when he saw the monster walking to him.
One look, and Luceris found out all his sins.
"Vile excuse of a human being!" He roared.
"Wh—what? I mean—forgive me! Would you like money? Would you like women? My castle?"
Luceris wrapped Roderic's head with his big, black hands, and reprogrammed Roderic to always feel
worthless. He would believe he deserved nothing, that he was a low being, that he was made to be everybody's slave.
The demon left Roderic as a muttering fool.
Only those three people saw him.
And that was enough to ruin their lives forever.
***
That was how the demon king avenged Gwyneira.
He returned back to his castle, in time to join the young witch for lunch.
The next day would be the fifth day and he had promised he would name his price for sheltering her.
***
Author's Note:
The story came to me after seeing Giselle Aespa wearing a red cloak that reminded me of Red Riding Hood. But you don't need to be a fan of Giselle to read this.
Of course because I ship Jenselle, in my head, the demon king is Jeno.
Again, you don't need to be a fan of Jeno or a shipper of Jenselle to read this.
May you enjoy reading this as much as I read it.
I have an ambitious plan ahead, and I hope I can finish it.
Thank you so much for reading the first chapter.
Hopefully I can update this in a week.
Please comment to encourage me.