The Hero’s Harem is Trying to Kill Him

[POV: Seris Kyra]

The tower loomed, not just above the broken citadel, but over her entire past.

She hadn't climbed this path in years—since before the mission, before Kai, before she'd learned what it meant to doubt orders that once felt sacred.

Now each step toward the top felt heavier. Not from weight, but from memory.

Every cracked stone whispered names of those she'd outlived. Or killed.

She pushed open the warped door of the war chamber. Dust swirled like ghosts.

And there he was.

Kai.

Sleeping. Or pretending to. She could never really tell anymore.

His skin was paler now. Hair matted. A long, angry bruise snaked down his collarbone where Astra had gotten impatient with her games.

But his hand still twitched toward a dagger beneath his pillow. Always half-ready.

Always afraid of her.

Smart.

She was the most dangerous one.

Especially to herself.

"You're not going to do it," he murmured.

She froze.

"You always hesitate at the threshold."

Kai opened his eyes. Silver irises catching what little light remained.

"Maybe I like the view," she said, voice flat.

"Maybe you miss the girl you were the first time you stood here."

That earned him silence.

Then a whisper.

"She died the moment she was ordered to love you."

He sat up slowly, wincing. "Then maybe I'll mourn her. Someone should."

[POV: Kai]

Kai was exhausted—physically, magically, emotionally—but he didn't let it show.

Not in front of Seris.

She was a mirror. Show weakness, and she'd reflect it until you shattered.

"I know about the message," he said.

Seris blinked. The tiniest pause. Enough.

"The one you sent to the Sealed Order."

"I send many messages."

"This one said you weren't ready to kill me."

That silence again.

"You read my private report?" she asked, low and lethal.

"No. I just know you better than you think."

Her lip curled. "Then you know it's still an option."

"I do," he said. "That's why I haven't turned my back."

Then he did.

And for once, she didn't strike.

[POV: Astra]

Three floors above, Astra danced in fire.

Not literal flames—though she would've loved that—but rage. Heat. Chaos.

All her favorite things.

She twirled a molten dagger between her fingers, humming off-key as she watched Seris through a hole in the rafters.

"Look at her," she said to no one. "Playing conflicted. How boring."

The dagger twitched. Nearly slipped. She caught it easily.

"She doesn't love him. Not like I do."

Another twirl.

"He doesn't see it yet, but he needs me. I'm the only one who'll kill for him without crying about it later."

The shadows hissed around her.

And they listened.

They always did.

[POV: Kai – Later That Night]

He couldn't sleep.

So he didn't try.

Instead, he went to the prophecy chamber beneath the ruins.

Only the chosen could enter without bleeding.

Kai had bled enough.

The stone doors opened to him, creaking with resentment.

The chamber pulsed with old magic, runes glowing softly on the black-marble floor. At the center, the Scroll of the Unraveling floated in still air.

He stepped forward.

The scroll flared to life, unrolling in midair with searing light.

"The Hero shall fall, not by fate, but by faith."

"He who is loved most shall bleed first."

"Only the betrayer with tears shall unlock the end."

He stared at the names listed beneath the ancient line.

Yuri Volari – Status: Fractured

Seris Kyra – Status: Compromised

Astra Vire – Status: Unstable

Liora Valen – Status: Ascending

One more name flickered into view.

Kai Veylor – Status: Aware

His breath caught.

They knew.

The prophecy was changing… because he was changing.

Because he wasn't waiting to die anymore.

He was preparing to survive.

[POV: Liora Valen – The Wreath Throne]

Miles away, Liora watched everything through her blood mirror.

Seris's hesitation.

Astra's hunger.

Yuri's trembling hands.

Kai's silent rage.

She smiled, eyes glowing with dark glee.

"It's all aligning," she whispered, voice echoing against the bone-carved walls. "Let them come apart at the seams. Let them all fall."

She pressed her palm to the glass. It rippled.

"But let Kai crawl back to me when it's done."

She turned to her newest creation—a shadow construct wearing Kai's face.

"You'll keep him warm until then."

[POV: Kai – End Scene]

Back at the ruins, Kai stepped from the chamber, scroll still echoing behind him.

Seris waited in the hallway.

"Did it tell you who does it?"

He didn't answer.

"You're not afraid, are you?"

He looked at her—really looked.

"I'm not afraid of dying, Seris."

She nodded.

"But are you afraid of me being the one who kills you?"

A beat passed.

Then he said: "I'm afraid of forgiving you too easily."

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[Private Mission Log – Seris Kyra | Codename: Whisper Knife]

Location: Citadel Ruins, War Chamber – 3rd Watch, Moonshadow

Encryption Key: Soul Sigil Approved

To: The Sealed Order of the Ninth Veil

Status: Red-tier Transmission (Conflicted | Emotional Bias Risk: HIGH)

I should have killed him.

The prophecy said one of us must.

The mission said it should be me.

And the voice inside—the one that still belongs to the Order—screamed yes the moment I walked into that room.

But I didn't.

Because Kai looked up at me with those broken-silver eyes like I was the only person in this cursed world who still meant something to him.

And I… couldn't.

Not because of love.

Because of doubt.

And that's worse.

[Flashback – Six Years Ago | Black Vale Academy]

"Your emotions are not your own," my mentor whispered as she wrapped the chain around my wrist. "They are shadows. Echoes. Watch them, but never touch them."

That was the day I earned my seal. The day I passed the Trial of Knives.

The day I killed my best friend because he cried when I hesitated.

The Order praised me.

Called it righteous.

Said I would never forget what I gave up for clarity.

They were right.

I've never forgotten.

And yet…

Tonight I hesitated again.

[Present – Citadel, Kai's War Chamber]

He didn't even flinch when I pressed the blade to his throat.

Didn't blink.

Didn't breathe.

Just whispered, "If you do it, make it quick. I don't want the others to hear me die."

My grip faltered.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I don't want them to hate you."

It was that moment—that gods-damned sentence—that cracked everything I'd rebuilt around myself.

He meant it.

He wasn't taunting me. He wasn't manipulating me.

He was protecting me.

Even while I held the knife.

[Encrypted Mission Note]

Target Status: Emotionally aware. Possibly suicidal. Dangerously empathetic.

Mission Deviation Reason: Subject demonstrated emotional intelligence and an understanding of agent loyalty patterns. Unforeseen variable: Kai believes Seris is still savable.

Recommended Action: Delay assassination protocol. Monitor emotional fluctuations.

Personal Complication: Agent exhibits symptoms of dual-bonding conflict. Partial imprint from early childhood exposure may be influencing decision-making.

[Unlogged Entry – Unsanctioned | Not For Order Eyes]

He said my name like it was still mine.

Not my title.

Not my codename.

Not my guilt.

Just Seris.

And I wanted to say his.

But I couldn't. Because if I spoke it with any softness…

I wouldn't be able to kill him tomorrow.

And I might have to.

Not for the Order. Not for the mission.

For them.

For the others who are unraveling faster than I am.

Yuri is losing grip. Astra is spiraling. Liora is… ascending into something none of us can predict.

If he falls too, we all burn.

And maybe—just maybe—I'm still the one best positioned to decide whether the Hero of Flame lives… or dies.

[Voice Memo – Auto-encrypt Triggered]

"End report," I whisper.

But the recorder doesn't stop.

It catches the softest breath behind me.

Kai.

Still awake.

Still listening.

And the part that hurts?

I want him to hear it.

All of it.

Because if he can forgive me after this—

Then maybe I'm not beyond saving either.

[Visual – Unsent Letter to Kai]

Kai,

I lied when I said I never hesitated before. I always have. You just never saw it.

I'm not proud of what I've done. I'm not even sure I regret it anymore.

But if you ask me to choose again tomorrow…

I don't know what I'll do.

But I hope it's something that lets you live.

—Seris

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