There's something uniquely terrifying about Lucivella when she's calm.
Most yanderes are easy to read. When they're giggling and carving your name into a tree with a blood-dipped spoon, you know where you stand. But Lucivella? She smiled at you like a saint. She whispered like moonlight.
And when she invited me to dinner with a serene expression and said, "Just us two, Rei," I knew something world-altering was about to happen.
Spoiler alert: I was right.
Location: Unknown Celestial Dimension.
One moment we were walking down the Duke's hall, and the next—
FWOOSH.
Stars bloomed under my feet. The sky above became a whirl of galaxies, nebulae twinkling like fireflies. Jazz and soul music played in the air itself, notes weaving between constellations. The temperature was perfect. The mood was suspiciously romantic.
We stood on a glassy platform suspended in what felt like deep space, surrounded by golden candles floating in midair.
Lucivella wore an obsidian-black dress that sparkled like the universe itself. Her long silver hair was pinned up with starlight. Her eyes glowed like twin moons, calm and unreadable.
And me?
I was in a dinner tuxedo. I didn't remember putting it on.
[SYSTEM ALERT: "Emergency Romance Wear" Auto-Equipped.]
[Charm Stat +2. Internal Panic +67.]
[WARNING: You Have Been Transported to a High-Risk Proposal Zone.]
"Rei," Lucivella said softly, leading me to a floating table made of crystal, "tonight is not for madness. Not for chaos. Just… us."
I sat down very carefully.
The candles shimmered.
The table was already set with plates of food too elegant for me to identify—something glazed in stardust, sprinkled with heavenly truffle, and paired with glowing violet wine in tall, fragile glasses.
I stared at my fork. "Am I dreaming?"
Lucivella smiled. "I wanted to show you a piece of my world. Before the wars. Before I was the Demon Queen. This place… was once the court of my ancestors."
"And you brought me here?"
"Yes," she said, lifting her glass, "because you are the one man I would destroy kingdoms for. And the only one who told me my eyeliner was smudged."
That last part might've been me blurting something while half-asleep. Still, point taken.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: "Romance Route: Lucivella – Stage: Final Affection Trigger."]
[Affection Level: MAXED OUT. She Is Beyond Ready.]
I gulped down half my wine in one go. It burned like fire and ambition.
"So…" I cleared my throat. "This is all very… galaxy-chic. What's the occasion?"
Lucivella tilted her head, amused. "Rei. You're the man whose heartbeat I memorized. The man whose breath I counted each day while you slept. Do I need an occasion to show you everything I am?"
"Um… Yes?"
She chuckled.
Then, with a flick of her fingers, summoned a fire between us—blue, flickering with soul-light. It crackled not with heat, but memories.
A younger Lucivella watching over my bed, placing a cold cloth on my forehead.
Lucivella sitting by my bedside during the war, reading ancient texts aloud just so I wouldn't be alone.
Lucivella threatening a cardinal with hellfire when he suggested pulling my life support rune.
I blinked.
"That's not just dinner ambiance. That's my—my life?"
She nodded. "The bond we share was not forged in fire or flirtation. It was built in silence. In waiting. In faith."
The music swelled.
She stood up, walked around the table, and knelt in front of me.
"I do not want to trap you," she said, holding a small black velvet box. "I want you to walk with me freely, into a future neither of us can predict—but that we will own, together."
She opened the box.
Inside, not a ring.
But a shard of her soul—blue, ethereal, pulsing with a gentle heartbeat.
"I offer you my soul-bond," she whispered. "With it, you will hear my thoughts when they're loudest. And I, yours. You will never be alone again."
And then—
Right at the climax of this impossibly romantic, tender moment…
I sneezed.
[SYSTEM DETECTED: Sudden Nasal Explosion.]
[Analyzing Impact on Surrounding Emotional Environment…]
[Critical Failure: Misinterpreted As Verbal Agreement.]
Lucivella blinked.
Then smiled like the sun was rising behind her eyes.
"So… you accept," she breathed.
"WAIT NO THAT WAS—"
She leaned forward and pressed her forehead to mine. Her soul-shard melted into my chest, and I felt it settle just above my heart like a soft brand.
Warm. Familiar.
[SOUL BOND INITIATED.]
[Congratulations. You Are Now Spiritually Engaged to the Demon Queen.]
[Good Luck Surviving the Others.]
I wheezed.
"This is illegal in at least five realms."
"It is sacred in mine," she murmured, cupping my cheek.
The stars dimmed. The fire faded.
We stood together in the silence of deep space.
And I, poor foolish me, whispered, "You're serious about this."
Lucivella nodded.
"I would not offer my soul to a joke, Rei."
She kissed my temple.
Then the dimension folded in on itself like origami, and we were back in my room.
One Hour Later…
I sat on my bed, staring at the soul-bond brand glowing faintly on my chest.
Drakana sniffed the air, stormed into my room, and shouted, "WHO PUT A DEMON MARK ON MY MAN?!"
Rosette appeared behind her. "Tactical mistake, my Queen. Engaging full escalation protocol."
Seraphina sighed. "I suppose I'll have to one-up this with a Royal Elf Marriage Rite. Hope you like ritual dances and politically significant hand-holding."
Lilia stared, quiet.
Then whispered, "I can steal his soul back. It'll just take a shovel, some candles, and twelve live cats."
[SYSTEM UPDATE: Engagement Count: 1. Threat Level: MAXIMUM.]
[New Mission: Survive Next 24 Hours Without Triggering a Second Accidental Proposal.]
Meanwhile…
Lucivella floated above the mansion's tower, eyes closed, fingers touching the soul brand on her chest that now pulsed in sync with mine.
"Step one," she murmured.
Her lips curled into a serene, terrifying smile.
"Complete."
To be continued…