Raviel’s 2000th life began in Etherion, a world where the stars seemed to shimmer endlessly in the dark skies above. He was born to Duke Caelus and Lady Seraphine, noble figures of great power and respect in the kingdom of Solvahar. Their love was gentle, their home warm, and Raviel, though still a baby yet with his past memory, could sense it all— felt it in the delicate pulses of magic that filled the air.

  "He's beautiful, Seraphine. Our son..."

  Duke Caelus's voice, so full of pride, wrapped around his wife like a protective embrace.

  Seraphine’s fingers brushed against Raviel’s tiny hand, her smile soft and full of love.

  "I hope he will grow strong, like you. Our magic... he’ll inherit it, too."

  She brushed a lock of hair from Raviel’s brow, gazing at him as though she were staring into the stars themselves.

  But Raviel didn’t share the same joy. From the moment he opened his eyes, he understood the cruel truth of his existence— he was trapped in this cycle, this endless rebirth, and nothing could save him from the inevitable loss of those he held dear.

  Raviel had lived through countless lives, through countless families, through countless deaths. He had felt the warm embrace of love only to watch it slip away as the years wore on, leaving him untouched, forever.

  He didn’t know it yet, but this cycle would be no different. His soul, weary from the endless loop, carried the weight of all those lives in the form of an aching emptiness. This time, however, it would not be as easy to ignore.

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  The years passed quietly. Raviel, despite his inner torment, did his best to appear as just another happy child. He watched his mother and father with admiration, seeing them as everything he could never truly have— genuine, unbreakable bonds.

  Kira, his older sister, was a cold fire magic user— spiteful on the surface but clearly protective of him in her own way. She would often hover near him when their parents weren’t looking, feigning indifference to the baby who seemed to hold her attention more than she’d like to admit.

  "Stop looking at me like that"

  she would mutter, her cheeks flushing as Raviel gazed up at her with his striking, otherworldly blue eyes.

  "You look like you’re going to cry or something, Crybaby"

  "Kira, don't say that"

  "Dad! don't have favouritism!"

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  Raviel would always smile faintly, but the knot in his chest tightened.

  I can’t stop it...

  he thought.

  They’ll leave me just like everyone else. It doesn’t matter how much I care. It never does...

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  As time went by Raviel was now 4 years old, but one afternoon something changed. It was subtle at first— an overwhelming pressure that weighed heavily on his chest, as though the very air he breathed had become unbearable. He sat alone in the garden, staring at the sky, his hands trembling slightly.

  A flicker of something deep within him stirred— a strange energy coursing through his small form, and before he could fully comprehend it, the water in a nearby fountain surged violently. Raviel stared at it, his heart racing as the water twisted and writhed in the air, drawn to him like a living thing.

  His eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as the fountain overflowed, splashing over the stone and soaking his tiny shoes.

  "Kira!"

  Raviel screamed, his voice shaking. He wasn’t sure if it was fear or something else, but he felt the pull of something vast, something he couldn’t control.

  His sister appeared from behind the tall hedges, her expression usually sharp and unapproachable. But when she saw the water swirling in front of him, she froze.

  "What are you doing?!"

  she shouted, stepping back.

  "You’re... you’re using the destruction magic!!"

  "I didn’t mean to-"

  Raviel’s voice faltered, his panic rising. He had no idea how to stop it. His heart pounded in his chest, and the air around him felt thick with pressure, the magic crackling dangerously.

  Before Kira could say anything more, their mother appeared, sensing the disturbance. Seraphine’s eyes narrowed with concern as she approached Raviel, her fingers glowing with soft water magic.

  "Raviel, calm down, darling."

  Her voice was a gentle balm to his frayed nerves.

  But Raviel could barely hear her. His chest ached, suffocated by a strange, unrelenting force. He wanted to scream, to shout for help, but his body refused to cooperate. The water in the fountain fell still, but the overwhelming pressure lingered.

  Kira stared at him, mouth slightly open in disbelief.

  "You did that...?"

  She said in a low voice, her earlier annoyance gone.

  "How... how are you doing that?"

  Raviel could only stare back at her, confused, terrified, and filled with a deep sadness that even his young mind couldn’t fully grasp.

  "I don’t know," he whispered, trembling.

  "I didn’t mean to..."

  Caelus arrived moments later, looking bewildered, but he quickly concealed his concern. Seraphine knelt before Raviel, placing a gentle hand on his head, her face strained with an expression Raviel couldn’t place.

  "It’s okay," she whispered,

  "You’re just... you just haven't learned how to control magic. It’s natural..."

  Raviel’s heart sank.

  Natural...they said. Just like the others....

  Natural was a cruel word in his mind. It meant they would only be closer to him for a short while before the inevitable took them away.

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  That night, Raviel lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling as the darkness of the room pressed in around him. He had tried to escape again. The nightmares had returned, and he couldn’t outrun them anymore. The images of his past lives— his parents, his friends— burned in his mind like a twisted, endless reel. The faces of those he had loved were distorted by the fog of time, and their deaths played on an endless loop.

  "Please," he whispered into the dark.

  "Let me go."

  The pain in his chest grew unbearable. It always did.

  And yet, there was no answer. No release.

  Desperate, he crept to the balcony of his room, the cool night air greeting him like an old, cruel friend. He could hear the faint hum of life below— his family’s laughter echoing through the halls, blissfully unaware of the torment that wracked his soul.

  For the first time, Raviel didn’t hesitate. He climbed over the railing, his small hands gripping the stone as he stared at the distant, beckoning ground below.

  But just as he was about to let go, a voice echoed from the doorway.

  "Raviel, stop!"

  It was Kira. She stood there, her face serious, her usual tsundere attitude replaced by a rare intensity. She ran to him, her voice trembling.

  "I... I know what you’re trying to do...!" Her words were harsh, but there was a vulnerability in them that Raviel hadn’t expected.

  "You can’t do this. You can’t... leave us... leave me..."

  For a moment, Raviel’s heart twisted. Leave them? He thought. I wish I could...

  But he could never explain. Not to Kira, not to his parents. They would never understand.

  "I can’t take it anymore"

  Raviel whispered, his voice barely audible.

  "I don’t want to keep hurting them. I don’t want to keep living this life... alone"

  Kira, still tense, placed her hand on his shoulder.

  "You’re not alone, idiot. We’re here. I... I’m here..."

  She looked away, as if the admission embarrassed her, but her words hung heavy in the air.

  Raviel closed his eyes. This life. It always comes to an end.

  But for now, he stayed.

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