Luzbel was stunned.
She had already seen something of him… she knew who he was—or at least, she thought she did. She knew his nature; she had felt it up close, like a constant whisper that never fully revealed itself. But there was something more… something that didn't fit, that didn't belong anywhere—not in this world, nor in any she could name.
It was like trying to remember a dream that was never hers.
More than once, she had been on the verge of delving into him, of looking deeper… of uncovering his experiences, his story, his true identity. But the same thing always happened.
Those eyes.
Those blue eyes… spectral, impossible, as if they concealed an abyss that should never be touched.
They stopped her.
Not out of fear… but something more complex. Something she couldn't explain.
And so, without realizing it, she had resigned herself. She told herself that it was enough. That she didn't need to know more. That as long as she could see what truly mattered… it was fine.
Because in the end, what she truly wanted to understand… wasn't his origin, nor his power, nor his mystery.
It was his heart.
She wanted to know if, behind all of that… he was good.
If that warmth that sometimes surfaced was real… or just another illusion.
And now…
Now all those doubts, all those questions she had kept buried in silence, were about to shatter.
About to become answers.
Luzbel threw herself toward him without thinking, as if fear had pushed her from within. Her trembling hands found his face, holding it with an almost desperate urgency.
Her eyes… were filled with more than doubt. There was fear, yes—but also a fragility that hurt to look at.
"Are you sure…?"
Her voice barely held together, as if each word cost her breath.
"I… I know there's something in you… something that doesn't belong to this place… something different from everything that exists here…"
Her fingers tightened slightly, though her gaze began to waver, to flee.
"But… are you really sure you want to tell me…?"
(She shook her head softly, stepping back just a little, guilt washing over her.)
"No… no… I'm not worthy of hearing something like that… nor of knowing something so important…"
Her hands, which had held him in desperation moments ago, began to tremble even more, as if they could no longer bear the weight of what he was.
Morgan didn't pull away.
On the contrary… he slowly raised his hands and covered hers. They were cold. Restless. Afraid.
He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning slightly into that contact, as if in the middle of chaos he found a small refuge in Luzbel's trembling. Then, with an almost painful gentleness, he guided her hands, carefully, without letting go. His fingers remained intertwined with hers.
And then… he smiled.
It wasn't a happy smile.
It was warm… fragile… as if he were breaking inside.
"It's alright…"
Morgan murmured, tenderly.
"You trusted me… you told me about your past, about what you've done… You dared to carry all of that in front of me…"
His fingers gently caressed Luzbel's, as if trying to calm her… or perhaps say goodbye to something.
"What kind of person would I be… if I didn't offer you the same trust you gave me?"
(His voice trembled slightly.)
And then, he lowered his gaze.
There was sadness there… a deep, ancient sadness… the kind that cannot be explained with words.
"Please…"
he whispered softly, almost like a plea.
"Allow me to tell you who I was… who Morgan truly is."
Luzbel felt it.
That sadness.
That weight.
Her hands stopped trembling only to cling more tightly to his, as if she feared that if she let go… he would disappear. Her heart pounded violently, and even though the fear was still there, growing in her chest… she didn't pull away.
Because she knew.
She knew that what she was about to hear… was not something small.
It was something capable of breaking everything.
Morgan lifted his gaze and found her watching him, full of nerves, of expectation… trying to prepare herself for something that, deep down, she knew no one can truly prepare for.
He took a deep breath.
Once.
Twice.
As if every word he was about to say weighed more than his own life.
"Alright…"
he finally said, with a strange calm.
"Let's begin from the start."
The silence grew dense.
Heavy.
Inevitable.
"My name is Aiden Morgan Fernández Olsen…"
his voice came out lower, more distant.
"And I… come from another world."
End of chapter.
Next chapter: Morgan