Multiversal Sin: Rise of the Primal Demon King

⚜️ Saga 0: The Ash Years

⟁ Archive Echo: Forbidden Sin Thread Layer

📁 Timeline Classification: ✣ Unrealized Outcome 99-B

🜍 Entity Focus: Dante | Wanda Maximoff | Jean Grey

⏳ Memory Rendered from Timeline Drift | Code-name: "Threefold Convergence"

[SYSTEM OVERRIDE GRANTED – ARCHIVE READING MODE: ANCHORED OBSERVER]

⚠ Accessing: Class-Sealed Memory Echo

Context Layer: Soul Thread Triad Integration

Probability of Occurrence in Current Continuum: 0.27%

Warning: This harmony is unrepeatable.

It didn't begin as a scene.

It began as temperature — bruise-warm, soul-close.

A frequency of stillness twisted into peace.

Fingers brushed fingers across the rim of a cracked ceramic bowl.

—The light through a scorched kitchen window fell soft and thin, stenciling the silhouette of a forest in bloom.

Ash fell like snow outside, but inside...

Inside the world stood still.

Dante sat between them.

Not armored. Not masked in trenchcoat swager. No sword in reach.

Just... a man with devil blood learning how to tuck a child's blanket a little tighter.

Wanda, hair damp and pinned unevenly behind her ears, was talking about constellation myths the twins didn't fully believe in.

Jean, sitting against his bicep with eyes half-dreaming, passed around a bottle of dark wine twice corked from thunderstorms.

Their bond didn't burn. It lanterned.

Shared space. Shared past. Shared decision.

The fire inside Dante didn't crackle. It held — like a hearth someone trusted nightly.

[Sin System Memory Fragment Accessed — Label: "Midwinter Peace | Bond Year 7"]

Internal Sync: Trifold Class Agreement | Calm Persists

Thread Balance: ▮ Wanda [45.0%] ▮ Jean [41.2%] ▮ Dante [Rested]

Emotional State: Safe / Claimed / Present

Status: Unrepeatable

Jean whispered, "Do you think they'll understand where this came from?"

Wanda's hand wandered to the center of her collarbone — where a faint mark glowed with slow red, spiraling twist.

"Maybe not. But…" she turned, "…they'll feel it."

Dante? He didn't speak.

He just smiled. The kind of smile legends forget they're allowed to have.

And across that moment, his silence said more than any vow:

He chose this.

✶

The memory bled into another.

Grass gave way to rubble. Sky dimmed to mineral dust in the air.

A ruined city bloomed with moss and hardlight runes.

Jean floated just off the ground, maintaining a psionic shield from toxic drizzle, her fingers curled near her temple. Wanda walked beside them, her palm lit with cold fire to warm the child's boots.

Dante carried the child.

Sleeping.

Wrapped in a blanket, huddled in his coat over broad shoulders. His free hand still curled slightly around the hilt behind his belt.

None of them had said love.

They didn't have to.

Their life walked quietly through apocalypse, draped in survival and fragments of intimacy that defied every god who had once demanded sacrifice for union.

And the Sin System — for once — registered no instability.

It called the bond an anomaly.

But didn't classify it as wrong.

[Trinity Anchor Stabilized – Years Active: 9.2 Sync Years]

Thread Cohesion: ▮ Stable | Balanced | Chosen by All Participants

Dante's Core Recognition: "I am not divided. I am home."

System Remark: "Impossible Structure Achieved via Equal Feelings / Equal Surrender"

▣ Rarity: 1 in 4.3 billion soul-thread crossings

But dusk fell.

And the third sun cracked open in the sky.

That was when the love became flame too large to hold.

Dante stood at the center with both of them pressed against him again — one clasped to his left side, the other buried into his neck on the right.

They didn't cry. They remembered.

They remembered the fire that would come.

Wanda's voice broke first. "What if to keep you… is to lose us?"

Jean closed her eyes. "Then fate's debt is finally due."

And Dante?

He didn't deny them.

But he knelt.

And whispered the one thing that sealed this world from ever continuing:

"Don't let me be the reason you break."

But they did.

Not from hatred.

Not from betrayal.

From complete devotion too permanent to bend.

They could share him across fire. But they couldn't share each other across surrender.

[System Collapse Fragment Reached ❖ Event Name: The Cave / Thread Severance]

⚠ Event Outcome: "Unity Excess – Obsessive Equilibrium Broken"

Bond Implosion: All Three Threads Lost

System Integrity: Recoil Logged – Memory Artifacts Preserved Under REDACTED

Cross-Thread Emotion Retained: GRIEF MERGED WITH LONGING

And now—

Back in Current Timeline Root ▣

Wanda stirs in her sleep, murmuring his name as if afraid of forgetting. Jean's breath catches mid-flight. Her senses flicker red-gold in the dark as if reacting to pain she cannot place—

They do not remember the story.

But they FEEL the scar.

They DO NOT recall the city, or the child,

or the truce sealed under phoenix flame and chaos thread—

But their bones do.

They ache in silence in places too deep for spell or psionic probe.

Sin Memory Severance Logged

▣ Thread Fusion Denied

▣ Rival Configuration Maintained

▣ Archive Flag: EVENT 99-B Now Closed | Memory Suppressed from Active Participants

Dante: Aware (Partial) — Positioned as Anchor

Emotional Response: ❖ Grief / Acknowledgment / Extraction Refused

Final line logged:

"Even in the world where they both had him…

…he cried hardest while smiling."

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