300 years ago, the world knew a name that made even kings tremble—Julius the Invincible.
He was forged in war, tempered in pain, and undefeated in every battle. Yet, despite his might, it wasn't steel that changed him. It was her—Violet.
She was gentle where he was hardened, light where he was shadow. For the first time in centuries, Julius felt something stranger than any enemy blade: love.
He gave up the sword. The title. The rage.
He built a small cottage in a quiet village. Grew flowers instead of harvesting blood. But peace is never permanent in a cursed world.
One evening, a strange man arrived, cloaked in white, his eyes filled with stars. He called himself the God of Love.
> "You, who were once stronger than the storms, now tremble for a single girl. Tell me… shall I make her love you the way you desire? I can rewrite her heart."
Julius looked up, quiet.
> "And if love can be rewritten, what is it then?
If it can be given by force, is it still love at all?"
"A love that can change is a love that never was."
"You offer magic. I seek meaning."
The god smiled—and vanished.
> "Then come to my castle when you change your mind. Inside are gifts no heart can resist."
Julius never went. He never used the cursed items hidden there—objects that could bend fate and emotions. Because to him, love was only pure if it was free.
But fate is cruel.
Years later, a war began. The earth cracked. The skies bled.
A dark figure rose, wearing bone as armor, his eyes burning with vengeance—Skull Knight.
His rage was born when his family was slaughtered by the same village he once protected. His sister… murdered before his eyes.
He trusted humans once. But betrayal taught him otherwise.
> "They call it justice when they do it. They call it evil when I do."
He sought to erase the world.
Julius had no choice. He picked up his blade one last time.
Their battle split mountains. Shattered time.
In the end, Julius stood victorious—but broken.
He returned to the village, heart aching to see Violet again.
But the people… had changed.
Fear makes monsters out of men.
> "He fought beside the Skull Knight," they whispered.
"He must be cursed."
So they killed her.
They burned Violet in secret, fearing she'd become a vessel of evil.
When Julius learned this truth… he didn't scream. He didn't cry.
He stood there, the wind pulling at his cloak, and whispered the words once said to him:
> "He was right.
Love… was never real.
Not in a world like this."
And then he left.
Not to destroy.
Not to seek revenge.
But to vanish.
Some say he entered the God of Love's castle—not to use the cursed items, but to seal them away.
Others say he took one thing: a black rose that never wilts, and left it at Violet's grave.
And now, centuries later, that rose still grows.
No one knows where Julius went.
But in ruins, in whispers, in the heart of forgotten myths…
"Even gods fear the man who learned that love cannot be forced."