[Demon Realm] The Demon's Awakening ⬇️
Darkness…
From the endless void, a scream echoed—
The cry of a soul shattering as it rose from a deep slumber.
In that moment, his eyes snapped open.
He stared up at the crimson sky.
His breath came in gasps.
His chest… as if pierced by a blade.
He tried to sit up slowly—his body was heavy. But the heaviest part… was his heart.
His left side… was empty.
He reached for his shoulder.
And in that moment, he understood.
His wing was gone.
The left one…
The moment in the human world when he struck his own heart…
The moment he collapsed in that echoing room, his love unreturned…
The day he shattered his own heart—
Had now echoed here, in the real realm.
His missing wing… was the mark of his broken heart.
Now, that emptiness was not only in his soul—but carved into his body.
His trembling lips whispered the first word:
"Yuna…"
The demon guards around him flinched.
Some stepped back.
Some stared in disbelief.
But none spoke.
Because before them stood the Prince of Darkness, awakened after a hundred years.
Hwan.
His eyes glowed blood-red—not with rage,
But with loss, sorrow, and ruin.
He dropped to his knees, head thrown back.
He felt like a fallen star, shattered beyond repair.
"YUNAAAA!"
he screamed, but the sound only echoed across the stone walls.
The guards exchanged glances.
One dared to whisper:
"Yuna…? Who is he talking about?"
Another laughed mockingly:
"Did he fall in love in his dreams?"
But none of them truly understood.
They thought they had witnessed the awakening of a demon.
But in truth, Hwan had awakened as something far more fragile—
A heartbroken man.
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[YUNA] Hybrid Bloodline
The Celestial Realm was silent.
Even time seemed to hold its breath.
Moonlight streamed through the marble ceiling, falling upon the sleeping figure below.
Wrapped in the cloak of invisibility, Yuna slipped inside.
Her steps were slow…
Her heart, a raging storm.
She knelt beside Eunwoo.
His eyes were closed, his face peaceful but… broken inside.
Endless pain lingered beneath the calm.
She reached out, gently placing her fingers over his heart.
What little soul energy she had left, she channeled into him.
The lights flickered.
Eunwoo's lips twitched slightly.
Yuna closed her eyes, took a deep breath.
Today…
This might be her last visit.
She leaned forward and looked at his face.
His wounds were healed.
And then…
She couldn't hold it in anymore.
The words buried deep in her heart flowed out softly:
"Your wounds have healed.
But… you're even more beautiful than I imagined.
No wonder the entire realm is enchanted by you."
She smiled.
But behind that smile… was a broken world.
"Hwan has awakened…
And soon, you will too.
I may never get to say this again…
But I think… I fell in love with you."
Her voice cracked.
Tears filled her eyes.
Still, she didn't lower her gaze.
She spoke with courage:
"But it's impossible, isn't it?
Because I'm a hybrid.
And no realm has ever accepted me.
I doubt… you'd want to see me once you awaken."
She took a deep breath, swallowing back her emotions.
One last look—memorizing his face.
Then she stood up slowly.
"Anyway…" (a bitter smile)
"I just came to check if you're okay one last time.
Goodbye, Eunwoo."
She took two steps.
Stopped.
Her shoulders trembled.
She turned around.
Looked at Eunwoo.
His eyes were still closed.
She walked back.
Bent down.
Her heart was pounding in her chest.
And then…
She kissed him—gently, on the lips.
With her eyes closed, she whispered:
"I wish I had existed in this realm… just for you."
And then, like light—she vanished.
As if she had never been there.
But in that room, an invisible trace remained.
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[Celestial Realm] Eunwoo's Awakening
The thousand-year silence of the Celestial Realm was broken that morning by excitement.
Flickering stars faded one by one, replaced by shimmering soul lights.
In the highest tower of the palace, in a room adorned with sapphire stones—
A sleeping angel stirred.
Eunwoo's lashes fluttered.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
And the first word to escape his lips was:
"Yuna…"
A soft whisper, deep and low, from the purest place in his heart.
Outside the door, Seonwoo froze in shock.
His eyes widened, then lit up with joy.
He flung the door open.
"Eunwoo… you're awake! Finally!"
The news of Eunwoo's awakening spread through the Celestial Realm.
Lights danced. Bells rang.
The palace courtyard filled quickly.
The celestial girls pushed and shoved, fluttering in the air, trying to catch a glimpse of him.
Some wept tears of joy, wiping them with feathers of light.
It was both chaotic and comical.
But Eunwoo didn't notice the crowd.
He was still dazed, like a man freshly awakened from a dream.
His eyes searched anxiously.
He was looking for someone—the girl from his dreams.
(Inner voice)
"I guess... Yuna was just a dream."
He stumbled for a moment.
Almost fell—
But Seonwoo quickly caught his arm.
"Hey! You just woke up. Your body's still weak. Come, let's go inside."
Just as they turned to leave,
Eunwoo suddenly felt something in the crowd.
Even if invisible—
A familiar aura.
Warm.
The same one from his dream…
He turned his head slowly.
Squinted.
Paused.
And then, raising his hand, he cast a radiant light spell.
"Stop."
The magic pierced through invisibility.
In that moment, a hidden presence floated gently down—
And appeared:
Yuna.
Caught, Yuna stepped back in panic.
Eunwoo's eyes widened in disbelief.
The girl from his dream… was standing right in front of him.
"Yuna…" he breathed.
"I… I'm not Yuna," she stammered.
She tried to back away—
But Eunwoo had already stepped closer.
He reached out and took her hand.
Looked into her eyes.
"No… you are Yuna."
He opened his arms and pulled her close.
Held her tightly.
And in that moment—
The edge of her invisibility cloak slipped.
The spell broke.
Her wings unfurled.
Not fully angel.
Not fully demon.
Two elegant, powerful wings—
White, streaked with blood-red lines.
The crowd went silent.
One celestial guard drew his sword:
"A hybrid! She's forbidden here!"
"Leave now, or face destruction!"
Yuna's eyes widened in fear.
She was about to step back—
But Eunwoo stood in front of her.
Arms outstretched.
"She's not going anywhere."
"No one… touches her."