Arc 2: Chapter 3.5 — The Night of the Full Moon
After Fen Hao fell from the heavens and into Ziyan's world, four days had passed in a blur of pain and healing. He had been unconscious for much of that time, drifting between fevered dreams and quiet darkness.
When he woke, he found Ziyan's gentle eyes and the small, curious gaze of her brother, and in those days of peace, he found something he had never known—laughter, shared meals, the hush of a winter morning with someone to trust.
He played with Ziyan's brother in the snowy yard, and sometimes caught Ziyan's quiet smile as she watched him. For Fen Hao, it was the first time he had tasted this kind of gentle warmth.
But fate was never still.
Two weeks into his stay, under the pale light of the full moon, Fen Hao felt a sudden tearing inside his chest. His hand clutched his heart, breath ragged, and he fell to his knees in the small, silent house.
The world went dark as pain ripped through him, and he fell unconscious—Ziyan woke in the night to the sound of a choked scream.
When she entered his room, her breath caught in her throat. Fen Hao was no longer the boy she had known—His hair, black as midnight, had turned silver-white. His blue eyes burned red like twin moons, and patterns glowed faintly across his pale skin.
And in that moment, he muttered the same words over and over, as if lost in a memory not his own:
"Don't do this… please… I am begging you… I will find a way, Liyang… please…"
Ziyan's heart twisted at the sight of him in such pain. She did not know what these words meant—who Liyang was, or what memory tormented him. But she could not stand by and watch him suffer.
She knelt beside him, wrapping her arms around his trembling form in a desperate embrace—And in that moment, Fen Hao's mouth found her neck and shoulder, teeth sinking deep.
Ziyan gasped, feeling the heat of his breath, the sharp pain and the sudden, instinctive pull of blood. She shivered as a flush rose to her cheeks, and for a moment the world seemed to hold its breath.
In the demon realm, there was one ancient, absolute tradition—On the night of the full moon, a husband must drink his wife's blood to complete the bond of marriage. From that moment on, she belonged only to him.[1]
Ziyan's mind spun—shocked and confused.She knew nothing of this tradition, but in the quiet of that night, her thoughts were a tangled mess of fear and something else… something she could not name.
She told herself she would speak with him in the morning.
But when dawn came, Fen Hao woke with no memory of that night.His eyes were calm, his smile gentle—he did not remember the blood, the bite, or the heat that had passed between them.
Ziyan said nothing, her own heart still echoing with that moment's quiet promise—A bond neither of them understood, but one that had already begun to change everything.
End of Arc 2: Chapter 3.5
[1] In the demon realm, there was one ancient, absolute tradition—
On the night of the full moon, a husband must drink his wife’s blood to complete the bond of marriage. From that moment on, she belonged only to him.
But this act was more than a mere symbol—it was the activation of an ancient blood-tracking technique, a power engraved into the very essence of demon blood.
Each demon bloodline carried a different tracking technique, passed down through countless generations—
and in the case of the royal bloodlines, that technique could even tear through the fabric of space itself, allowing a husband or wife to reach their partner no matter where they were.
Once the husband tasted the blood of his wife under the full moon, a hidden seal within their bloodlines would awaken.
It forged a thread of fate between them, a bond of blood that could never be broken.
From that night onward, they would always be able to find one another—no matter how far apart, no matter how deep the darkness.