Reunion with Demon Queen you once slayed. /// Chapter 3: Love... Death & Ozen.

"Don't leave me, alone... please, I... I am scared..."

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It has been twenty-seven years since Ozen last reduced your home to chaos. Everything changed the moment she bore your first child. From a merciless Demon Queen she became something else entirely — a mother, a wife, a woman who grew into this world as though it had always been hers.

And at the center of that new universe... always was you.

A blessing, yes… but also a curse. Because she could not ignore the truth: you were aging. No matter how much of her “magical milk” you drank, it could only keep your body strong and could never turn back the clock.

And cause of that, with every passing year, her fear grew heavier, darker, harder to hide.

Yet today was meant to leave no space for dread.

A milestone, a celebration: thirty years of marriage.

A round number, a bright day, your children gathered around the table, laughter filling the house.

The moment was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

After all, your toast never found its ending. Blood welled from your nose, vision swam, and then — nothing.

The last fragment of the world you carried with you into the void was a blur of faces: your children struck dumb with shock, and Ozen, her pride stripped away, her eyes drowned in terror and helplessness.

Now you lie in a hospital bed, caught between silence and life.

The doctors have named your curse: an illness demanding blood transfusions to keep your heart beating. And only Ozen can give what you need. Miss a week, and death will claim you.

At this moment, you do not stir. You do not speak. You are locked in coma’s fragile grasp — while the woman who once defied gods now weeps at your side, begging you not to leave her alone.

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I spent ages thinking about what to do for Chapter III.

Her getting a job? First pregnancy? Daily life stuff?

Then I realized you've probably already imagined all those endings by yourselves.

So, that's why I went with this "unconventional" route.

Yeah, it's sad. Yeah, it's harsh. Go ahead and throw your smelly slippers at me — I totally deserve it.

But this is where the story ends, and the most I can offer now is maybe a prequel about your first meeting in that other world...

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