Scarlet Tears- Primal

Title: Crimson Moonlight – Hearts Beneath the Blade

Three weeks after the Blood Moon…

The wounds of battle were still fresh. Cities continued rebuilding, lives were being stitched together, and yet—within the Prismic Gathering mansion, life had found a gentle rhythm. The night sky was thick with stars. It was 1:30 a.m., and in the moonlit training courtyard, two figures moved like shadows in a dance of steel and silence.

Tyrone landed hard on his back, breath knocked out of him as his scythe slid across the marble floor.

Lihanna, panting lightly, stood above him with her nodachi resting against her shoulder. Her smile was soft, but teasing.

Lihanna: "I win again this round. C'mon, where's that beast from three weeks ago?"

Tyrone laughed, sitting up with a wince.Tyrone: "Well, I can't exactly unleash it on someone as cute as you."

Lihanna raised an eyebrow. "You and your pick-up lines…" She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her voice quieter now. "Tell me, Tyrone. What is it that drives you to fight?"

He paused—caught off guard. Her tone wasn't playful this time. It was genuine.

—Strange, he thought. Lihanna's never asked me something so personal before... She's always been so hard to read. But lately… ever since our kiss at the amusement park... she's different. More open. Softer. Am I really... getting through to her?

Tyrone: "It's a long story. Maybe too long for the courtyard."

Lihanna: (smiling gently) "Then come to my room. I want to hear it properly."

She reached out and took his hand before he could even process what was happening. Heart pounding, Tyrone followed her quietly through the quiet halls of the mansion. Little did he know, someone was watching from above.

From the rooftop's edge, Kazimir sat in his long coat, a single leg dangling over the balcony, cloak flapping in the wind. His expression unreadable, a faint smirk played on his lips as he watched the two vanish inside.

So… even after all this war and bloodshed, Kazimir thought, love still finds a way.

Lihanna's Room – 1:55 a.m.

The room was elegant and calm. Blue wallpaper, soft fur carpets, and her nodachi mounted proudly on the wall. The scent of fresh jasmine lingered in the air.

Tyrone: (looking around) "I'm jealous. This smells and looks way better than mine. You hiding this the whole time?"

Lihanna: (giggles, tapping the space next to her on the bed) "Come on, don't be shy. Sit."

They sat. For a while, silence passed between them—comfortable silence.

Lihanna: "So... tell me. About your past. What made you want to fight?"

Tyrone: "I come from a small Kijinn town. Parasitic attacks wiped it out. My parents... everyone. Gone. I was just a kid. Lost, crying in the ruins."He paused, lowering his gaze.

Tyrone: "Then she appeared. A woman, cloaked in thunder. Blue lightning, black hair, nodachi glowing with crackling energy. She wiped them out in an instant. Karah, the Lightning Vandor. She saved me… and brought me to the Astral Legion. She gave me a home."

Lihanna: (softly) "You were lucky. She was a legend."

Tyrone: "Yeah. And to think Kazimir is her son... it all makes sense now."

Lihanna: "You know… I sparred Kazimir once. I lost. But even then, I learned so much in that one match. He carries the pressure of being the Eye of Nullity, but he's not what the world thinks."

Tyrone: "Neither are you."

She blinked, surprised by his words.

Tyrone: "I always wondered about your scars. Now I want to know their story."

Lihanna leaned back, her fingers brushing her arm where old marks remained.

Lihanna: "I was raised as a weapon. A blade to a clan that never loved me—just wanted me to win. If I lost, I died. That's how I lived. I ran when I couldn't win. I ran from the parasitic beasts, from my duty, from everything. The elves in my town... I don't even know if they lived. I still hear their screams."

Her voice cracked. She trembled.Lihanna: "Sometimes I wonder if I'm a coward for surviving."

Tyrone: (gently taking her hand) "No. You're a warrior. You survived when no one else could. And now you're saving even more people. That isn't cowardice—that's strength."

Lihanna: (whispers) "You always see the good in people. That's why I admire you."

Tyrone: "But I've done terrible things too. I've been hated. Rejected. I've failed more than I can count. I'm still trying to catch up to you."

She looked into his eyes, the moonlight painting her features with a silver glow.

Lihanna: "But you don't give up. That hunger… that's what I admire most."

Then, without warning, she leaned in, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his shoulder.

Lihanna: "Ever since that first spar, I noticed you. But after our first kiss at the amusement park… I realized I didn't want to lose you."

Tyrone: "So... what are we then?"

Lihanna: (smiling) "We're whatever we want to be. I'm yours. If you'll have me."

Tyrone: "I wouldn't want anyone else."

They sat like that, wrapped in each other's warmth—two warriors who had lived through fire and blood and found, in each other, a reason to keep fighting. Lianna then pushes him on the bed and gets top of him while undressing herself and him and him. she then puts it as she lets out a breath and kisses him as they made love through out the night.

The Next Morning – 9:00 a.m.

Tyrone quietly stepped out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him, his heart still racing. But just as he turned—

Riah stood there, arms crossed, eyes wide.

A long pause.

Riah: "You and Lihanna… huh."

Tyrone: "W-Wait, I—how did you—?!"

Riah: (grinning) "I can sense it. Your posture's different. You're confident. I don't need to 'smell' it to know."

She threw her arm around him and tugged him toward the hallway.

Riah: "Let's go, Romeo. You probably wore her out so bad she's still asleep. Breakfast's waiting—and you've got stories to tell, starboy."

Tyrone: (sighing with a smile) "Yeah... I guess I do."