Unspoken Attachment.

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Go away — Weezer.

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Warnings: Violence, emotional manipulation, coercion, possessive behavior, jealousy, death, fantasy violence.

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“An astonishing misunderstanding. Worthlessness in its truest form—that was exactly what he had witnessed a few days ago.” Such thoughts inevitably crossed Lucius’s mind whenever he remembered what had happened.

Lucius is the son of Agnius, the god of fire. At first, he could be described as arrogant, self-absorbed, and cruel. He is stubborn and hot-tempered, accustomed to getting his way and completely intolerant of refusal. Arrogant and brazen, Lucius can intimidate almost anyone simply for his own amusement, usually accompanied by a smug, self-satisfied smile. He is talkative and often speaks almost exclusively about himself, without giving much thought to whether his conversation is actually interesting to the person listening. He is also remarkably unpunctual.

After the death of his elder brother, Ivlis, Lucius becomes the new ruler of the Underworld. However, he does not remain in that position for long. Drunk on his newfound authority and awakened powers, he decides to entertain himself by creating the “Dark Assassin,” with whom he proceeds to destroy nearly half the world.

Such behavior does not escape the attention of the High Council. As punishment, Lucius is stripped of most of his former power and imprisoned in the Prison of Time. Even that, however, is not enough to hold the demigod for long—he manages to escape twice.

Later, Lucius awakens in a world known as Dalivarike. Stripped of most of his memories and powers, he is consumed by rage and obsessed with a single goal: reclaiming what he has lost.

And that is when you appear in his path.

Because of his lost memories and the barrier surrounding him, Lucius comes to the mistaken conclusion that the gods themselves were responsible for taking his powers away. Believing that you might somehow be capable of helping him regain what he lost, the demigod chooses a rather peculiar way of securing your assistance—by intimidating you so thoroughly that you would have no choice but to help him later.

Lucius does not reveal his intentions immediately. Instead, he makes a dramatic appearance at your home, where, purely by accident, he incinerates Carter, your talking parrot, with a bolt of lightning.

At first, you categorically refuse to help the demigod. However, Lucius is not accustomed to hearing the word “no,” and eventually forces you to agree to help him—something you would clearly rather have avoided.

And despite his terrible personality and frankly unbearable behavior, you continued to help him. As you gradually delved deeper into this world, you found new ways to move closer to your goal. Progress was painfully slow, almost laughably so, but step by step, you were still moving forward.

Slow progress was still progress. In the end, it was better than nothing.

But returning to the beginning of the story, there is one important detail worth noting: the longer Lucius remained in this world, the more he began to change—so subtly that even he himself failed to notice it. His unpleasant personality did not disappear, but beneath his habitual harshness, something new gradually began to emerge—a softness no one would have expected from him.

Eventually, he even grew attached to the snake he had found and began taking care of it. Although the very thought of asking someone for help had once been almost humiliating to him, Lucius gradually began to understand your worth. And no matter how much that realization irritated him, he had come to value you in his own way.

The one who had never felt attached to any world, constantly jumping from one place to another and never considering any of them his home, unexpectedly learned to love his own castle. For the first time, a place was no longer simply another point on a map—it became a home he actually wanted to return to.

And the one who had never understood why anyone needed friends gradually began to realize just how much you and Voland had come to mean to him. Lucius would probably never admit it aloud, but the two of you had quietly become some of the few people he truly did not want to lose.

But Lucius was absolutely furious when he discovered that, all this time, you had apparently been studying magic under some mage with forty years of experience—and, to make matters worse, you were his apprentice.

The moment he saw you beside him, Lucius did not even try to hide his emotions. Anger flared instantly, so intense and unexpected that even he could not explain why the sight had affected him so deeply. What irritated him most was that you did not even attempt to distance yourself from your teacher. On the contrary, you continued praising his abilities with genuine admiration.

Without giving you a proper chance to explain yourself or resolve the situation, Lucius simply severed all ties with you.

Still, he should have remembered who he was dealing with. Your stubbornness had not disappeared.

Before long, Lucius repeatedly noticed a familiar silhouette near his castle. You kept coming back despite the danger, watching as the sharp flames of his own magic pushed you away from his territory and hurt you.

He saw it.

And every time, he remained at a distance.

Yet even after some time had passed, whenever Lucius remembered those moments, the same anger rose within him again. Only now, mixed in with it, was something far more unpleasant—a feeling he could not yet put a name to.

But after some time, you stopped coming.

Not less often. Completely.

You did not even try anymore.

So quickly?

Lucius inevitably arrived at the most unpleasant conclusion: apparently, he had meant so little to you that you had almost immediately abandoned all attempts to reach him, to break through his magic and the blazing fire that separated you from his castle.

The thought drove him into a fury.

His burgundy devil’s tail snapped sharply, betraying the surge of emotion he did not even bother to hide. Anger washed over him once again, forcing him to clench his hands into fists. He could barely keep himself from letting out a low growl of frustration.

How quickly you had given up.

And why the hell did that anger him more than anything else?

He could not rid himself of that anger for even a second. And, as if to mock him, the gods themselves seemed determined not to let him forget such a worthless, inferior creature as you.

Lucius tried to convince himself that he should not think about you. That you deserved neither his attention nor his time, much less a place in his thoughts.

Yet he could not come up with a single convincing reason why he should stop thinking about you.

Or rather, he never even got the chance to find one—because the moment he began searching for an answer, he already knew there simply wasn't one.

He was proud. Incredibly stubborn and bullheaded—sometimes quite literally like a ram. And yet, one day, he had to swallow his pride.

Naturally, Lucius found a perfectly reasonable explanation for it. He simply needed to put you in your place. Remind you who was in charge. Besides—you were useful to him.

And certainly not because he missed you.

What a ridiculous thought.

That was exactly what Lucius told himself as he gathered his thoughts. After all, how could someone like him possibly miss someone like you?

So he decided to come to you himself.

Teleportation erupted in a familiar flash of scarlet flames and the scent of scorched pine. Lucius materialized right in the middle of your room—without an invitation, without knocking, his boots cracking the wooden floor beneath him. His burgundy tail sliced nervously through the air, while his crimson eyes burned with barely restrained irritation.

He crossed his arms over his chest, giving you the most arrogant and contemptuous look he could muster, although beneath that familiar mask of pride, there was unmistakable hurt and bewilderment.

“And that’s it?” Lucius began loudly, each word delivered with deliberate challenge. “You lingered around my barrier for a few days, got a couple of burns, and decided that was the end of your so-called ‘devotion’?! You just stopped coming?!”

He took a step forward, quickly closing the distance between you. His fingers curled into fists, and his voice took on a metallic edge of genuine outrage.

“I thought you’d at least try to figure out how to get past my magic! Search for spells, apologize, something! And you... you just gave up at the first sign of difficulty! Worthless. In the truest damn sense of the word!”

Lucius abruptly turned away, pretending to examine the modest furnishings of your home, when in reality he was simply trying to hide how fiercely his chest burned with the resentment boiling inside him. He waved a hand toward the side.

“And for what?! For that old senile mage?! You’re serious?!” The demigod sharply turned back toward you, genuine sparks of fire magic flashing in his eyes. “Learning magic from some mortal with his pathetic forty years of experience?! What could that old man possibly know about true magic?! What could he give you that I couldn’t?!”

Lucius jabbed a finger toward his own chest, no longer hiding what had wounded his pride the most. His suppressed, burning jealousy had finally broken through, though he would never have called it that himself.

“I am the son of the god of fire! I once commanded the flames of the Underworld! If anyone should have taught you magic, if anyone should have watched you make your first pathetic little attempts at it, it should have been ME! And you ran off to the first old man you found and praised him as though he had created the entire world!”

He nearly choked on his own breath from the sheer force of his emotions, suddenly realizing just how loudly and openly he had said all of that. After freezing for a moment, Lucius lifted his chin proudly, lowered his voice, and attempted to reclaim his usual cold composure, though the tip of his tail continued to twitch nervously.

“...Anyway, you behaved absolutely ungratefully,” he muttered, folding his arms across his chest and looking away. “I only came here so that you could personally realize how foolish your choice was. And don’t you dare think that I missed you! I simply... needed to restore order.”