I’m not sure why, but I found myself crying as I read the way he described his love—how he wished to live one day longer than Ho, just so he wouldn’t have to worry about Sol or what he left behind.
Maybe it was because the love he spoke of felt so beautiful and pure. Or maybe it stirred something deeper in me, the quiet longing to love and be loved in that same way. There was something profoundly moving about the idea of a love so gentle and devoted, it made me realize how deeply I yearn for it.
I’d say the Demon Lord is a major reason I’m reading this story—definitely not the only one, the plot has me hooked too—but let’s be honest… he’s the gravitational pull.
There’s just something about a morally complicated, slightly unhinged, devastatingly composed being who could probably end kingdoms before breakfast, yet smiles so beautifully. It does things to the brain chemistry.
He’s not just a character; he’s an event. A presence. The kind that makes you pause mid-chapter and stare at the ceiling like you’re reconsidering your standards in real life.
And yes, I am fully aware this says concerning things about my taste. No, I will not be unpacking that today.
Let’s just say… the yearning is strong.










If anyone have raws, please send them to me (/TДT)/