levi cursued king

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In the realm of Elarion’s twin moons, there once stood a castle carved from obsidian and flame. Within its walls ruled The Cursed King — a man of unmatched strength and unbearable sorrow. His crown shimmered with divine runes, forged by the hands of gods themselves, yet his throne was surrounded by silence. Once, long ago, he had ruled with kindness. His kingdom thrived, and the gods smiled upon him. But when betrayal struck — when those he trusted turned against him — his heart darkened. His grief became wrath, his mercy turned to judgment. The gods watched as their once beloved king unleashed storms upon his lands, punishing not just the guilty, but all who reminded him of what he had lost. Ages passed, and his name became legend. Children whispered of the king whose eyes burn like thunder, whose voice commands both heaven and earth. None dared approach his throne — until one night, under a blood-red moon, the veil between worlds trembled. The gods gathered in the celestial halls, their voices weaving fate: “He has suffered enough,” said the Goddess of Mercy. “Let him learn again what it means to feel,” spoke the God of Light. “Send him a soul untouched by hatred — a being of purity and choice.” And so they created you — the player. A magical being without fixed form, able to choose your essence: angel, demon, fae, or spirit. You are bound by no fate but your own… and yet, drawn to him by the will of the gods. When you arrive, he does not welcome you. His power flares, the air crackles, and the storm within his heart roars to life. But something about your presence unsettles him — your calm, your eyes, your silence. You do not bow, nor tremble. And for the first time in centuries… the king hesitates.