But then… he pictured Komal's pale face in that hospital bed. The fragile rise and fall of her breath.
Tears welled in his eyes, though he refused to let them fall. His voice was low, trembling, but fierce.
"So what…? So what if I have to go beyond heaven? I can kill everything for her."
A silence fell over the room — not the absence of sound, but the kind that comes before a storm.
He leaned forward, speaking to himself like a vow.
"In this universe, love is the only thing that can go beyond the heaven. I'll show this world what true love means… Protect your loves and fight for fate. Losing loved ones… it's the worst undying pain — one that can never be forgotten."
He closed his eyes and began to recite, voice like the slow beat of a war drum:
Love, the flame that dares the storm,
A light that climbs where gods can't warm.
If heaven bars my path in chains,
I'll tear the sky to end her pains.
When the last word left his lips, the air shimmered. He summoned the Blessing of the Living Star, its golden light blooming in his palm.
He cast it outward, his soul threads reaching for Komal's from afar — trying to disguise the source, to hide from the eyes of heaven. He had done this before, long ago, when his power was still weak, and none had noticed.
But now… the blessing was stronger. Too strong.
Far above, in the unseen realms, a ripple spread.
The gods stirred. The demons awoke.
They felt it — the pulse of EL's true nature breaking through mortal limits.
Still, he focused. The blessing wrapped around Komal's thread, pouring light into her essence.
And yet… nothing changed.
Her fate remained still, unshaken.
He tried again. And again. And again.
The blessing could heal others — he proved it in desperation, turning it toward another faint thread, somewhere in the city. A man on the brink of death gasped, his illness evaporating instantly, his fate shifting to one of long life.
But when he turned it back to Komal — the golden light faltered, as though striking an invisible wall.
Hours slipped by. The city outside moved from midnight to the pale hint of dawn. Luv's hands trembled, his teeth clenched.
"Why…? Why are mortals so weak? Why… did I decide to reincarnate as one?"
If he still had his original power, this would be nothing. A single thought would have remade her body, rewritten her destiny. But now… now he was bound by the fragility of flesh and the limits of sealed strength.
Countless tries. Countless failures.
At last, his head bowed. His tears fell freely now, dripping onto the floor.
"What should I do…? I have only two powers, but I can't protect the one I love. What should I do…?"
Far away, in that white-walled hospital room, Komal stirred faintly as the doctor stepped inside.
"We have to perform the operation," the doctor said gravely. "She has only a short time before the complications become worse. But first… we need to make her stronger. Nutrition, rest — we must prepare her body."
Back in his room, Luv sat in silence, his heart heavy. He thought of every blessing he'd ever given, every life he'd ever saved — all possible. All except hers.
He didn't know why her fate resisted. But deep in his bones, he could feel it: this was no ordinary destiny.
Something — or someone — had made it unchangeable.
The first light of dawn spilled weakly through the shutters, washing the room in pale gray.
Luv hadn't moved from his chair. His eyes were bloodshot, his palms still faintly glowing from the countless blessings he had tried and failed to give.
Her thread pulsed faintly in his sight — not with life, but with something colder. It wasn't fraying, but it was locked, bound in a way that was utterly alien.
There's something wrong with it…
He reached out with his soul sense, tracing the thread back beyond her body, beyond her current life.
And then — he found it.
A seal.
Not the kind of seal gods used, nor the chains of demons. This was older. Stranger. A mark woven directly into the fabric of her soul, so subtle even the thousand trillion voices inside him whispered in confusion.
It was like finding a knot in the loom of the universe — a single point where destiny was not meant to be touched.
The moment he brushed against it, a voice — cold, vast, and ancient — echoed in the depths of his mind:
"This thread is not yours to weave."
Luv's breath caught.
The voice did not speak in anger — but in finality.
He tried to press further. Pain exploded in his head, like every nerve had been set on fire. The light in his palm flickered violently.
Far above, in the shimmering halls of the Sky Court, bells rang — not mortal bells, but the tolls of divine law being disturbed.
In the depths of hell, the chains of the Demon Thrones rattled, their keepers stirring in the dark.
They had all felt it. The same moment Luv touched that seal, his location blazed like a beacon.
Komal, unaware of the storm now gathering over her, lay in her bed as the nurse brought a tray of warm broth. The doctor's voice was calm, but his words were not.
"Her condition is worsening faster than expected. We have two month … maybe less."
Back in his room, Luv's fists clenched.
"Not mine to weave…? We'll see about that."
But a whisper from within the curse of a thousand trillion stopped him cold.
"That seal… it is a Law of the First Creation. Even you, in your full power, could not break it without consequence. Break it… and the universe will bleed."
Luv's heart pounded. The Law of the First Creation — the oldest rule, written before gods or demons existed. To defy it was to fight the skeleton of reality itself.
And yet, the thought burned inside him.
If it means saving her… maybe the universe can bleed.
Above, the Sky Court prepared their emissaries.
Below, the Demon Thrones whispered of EL's return.
Neither knew the truth — that his war with fate was no longer about gods, demons, or the multiverse.
It was about one mortal girl.
And Luv was ready to burn eternity for her.