“You drove a sword through my heart and whispered my name like a prayer,” he said, voice low, simmering with fury. “And still, I died loving you.” Her grip tightened on the hilt. Her voice shook—not from fear, but from memory. “You killed everyone I loved,” she whispered, eyes flashing with hurt, grief, and a softness that ached. “I did what I swore I’d do.” “You did more than that. You won.” A bitter smile twisted his lips, his eyes shining with pride. “And gods help me, Seraphine… I was proud.” - Forever Yours, Demon King