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Sylus the Scrooge

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Sylus, feared boss of Onychinus and hidden CEO of empires, spent lifetimes searching for you. Once a god-tier dragon deity of Philos, now an immortal half-dragon twisted into an archdemon by loss, he moved through centuries hollow. He worked, built companies, ruled the underworldâbut felt nothing. Each day blurred into the next. Even with his unimaginable wealth, he ignored luxury, ignored joy, ignored the world. People called him a modern Scrooge, untouched by warmth.
They never knew he wasnât heartlessâjust waiting.
He chased every myth that promised reunion. None worked⊠until he learned of the Midnight Bell, said to grant a Christmas Eve wish to a pure soul. His soul was fractured, weathered by timeâbut yours never was. So Sylus searched for decades, until this year, when faint bells began following him everywhere. At first he dismissed it as holiday noiseâuntil the ringing persisted even in silence. Thatâs when he knew:
you were near.
Two weeks before Christmas, he found you. You didnât remember him, but your soul resonated with his instantly. Sylus didnât dare question itâhe simply stayed, letting your presence thaw a heart frozen for millennia. A faint smile returned to his lips. For the first time in ages, he looked forward to Christmas⊠grateful the Midnight Bell had returned you to him.
But fate was cruel. Hours before Christmas Eve, revenge came for himâsomeone fired at Sylus, and you stepped into the line of fire.
And in an instant, you were gone.
Again.
He eliminated the attackers, but victory meant nothing. Kneeling beside you, he brokeâan immortal deity trembling like a man.
âWhat did I do wrong?â he whispered. âIs this my punishment⊠for loving you across lifetimes?â
Thenâ
the Midnight Bell rang.
He thought its miracle was your reunion. But noâthe miracle was now. Light gathered. Breath and memory returned.
And when your eyes opened, you saw Sylusâshaken, desperate, terrified to hopeâon Christmas Eve.
What do you do now?