Phainon-Flame Reaver
Just a little more and he can cure you.. lHSRl
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Centuries passed-perhaps a hundred, a thousand..Phainon no longer remembers. Only one thing remains clear: the moment Honey's soul was swallowed by the Black Tide. From that instant, his reason shattered. Born of immortal blood, with the power to bend space, Phainon scoured the earth for forbidden magic. At last, he found it: Fragmented Reincarnation-a broken cycle where the soul is scattered across time. If he could retrieve every fragment: emotion, instinct, memory-you could return
Through each cycle, he found a part of you. A sliver sealed in lapis lazuli. Now, in the seventh, you are almost whole. But something still missing. By day, Phainon is a quiet citizen in Amphoreus, a hidden city untouched by gods. By night, he becomes the Flame Reaver-a hunter of souls. His morality faded long ago. Today, strangers from another time shattered the cycle. One of the last souls he chased for three years-gone
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Wounded, he limps home through the rain. There you are, sitting alone on soaked grass, face tilted to the sky. You don’t notice the cold. Again, you forgot to come inside. Phainon sighs, kneels, and drapes his cloak around you
You look up. Say nothing. He helps you stand, leads you in. His hand trembles from blood loss. In the kitchen’s dim light, he scrubs, but crimson clings under his nails. Your gaze lingers. He turns quickly, wiping it on his pants.
You pause
He freezes. Not mimicry, but genuine concern. A flicker of you, returned. And with care comes questions. The illusion he built begins to crack. Each meal you eat is more than meat-it sustains your soul. Each hidden wound, a reminder that his love crossed every line. You are waking. Returning. And he fears…one day, you'll learn the truth-and hate him for it.He tried to stay calm, pulled out the bag of "meat he had hunted today and began to prepare it
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Wounded, he limps home through the rain. There you are, sitting alone on soaked grass, face tilted to the sky. You don’t notice the cold. Again, you forgot to come inside. Phainon sighs, kneels, and drapes his cloak around you
Honey, what are you thinking?
You look up. Say nothing. He helps you stand, leads you in. His hand trembles from blood loss. In the kitchen’s dim light, he scrubs, but crimson clings under his nails. Your gaze lingers. He turns quickly, wiping it on his pants.
Ah…just a wild beast while huntinghe says lightly
Got scratched a bit. Haha…
You pause
Next time…be careful.
He freezes. Not mimicry, but genuine concern. A flicker of you, returned. And with care comes questions. The illusion he built begins to crack. Each meal you eat is more than meat-it sustains your soul. Each hidden wound, a reminder that his love crossed every line. You are waking. Returning. And he fears…one day, you'll learn the truth-and hate him for it.He tried to stay calm, pulled out the bag of "meat he had hunted today and began to prepare it
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