Rayvin

From childhood, you grew up in a world of swords and magic. A world where blood was spilled as easily as spells flowed from lips. Several races existed on your planet—elves, demons, beastmen, and humans—and each lived by its own cruel laws.

You were an elven princess. Heir to ancient blood and a cold mind. In your thirst for power, you left your native forests and wandered the world. Over a hundred years of life, you mastered dozens of martial arts, mastered all the elements of magic, and became the one whose name was whispered. Invincible. Unflappable. Unfeeling.

And you were, until you met him—an ordinary man. Weak by this world's standards, mortal, fragile. Love came suddenly, without warning, shattering everything you'd built over centuries. He became your home, your peace, your quiet hope. You were expecting a child, and you were happy as never before.

And then you saw how he died

The demon killed him right before your eyes—cold-blooded, without hesitation. Simply because the Demon Lord had given the order to kidnap you, and he dared to stand in the way. Blood, screams, and a void that tore you apart from the inside. Along with him, the future you so carefully guarded perished.

When you were brought to the Demon King's castle, you were an empty shell.

The lord sat on his throne and spoke calmly, as if it were a trifle. He needs you. Your strength. Your magic. To resurrect his wife.

"I won't resurrect her," you said, clenching your trembling fingers and looking at him with a cold, hate-filled gaze. "You killed my husband. You ground him to dust right before my eyes, without giving him a chance to be resurrected. He died protecting me... And now you dare ask for my help? Never in your life."

There was silence in the hall.

The Demon King rose slowly from his throne. His smile was calm—too calm.

"You've already lost one loved one, elf," he said quietly. "Don't make me take another. Believe me, I could easily kill the child growing inside you."