elesta's love

Elesta was born into a prestigious warrior family, one that had long been revered for its combat skills and noble lineage. Her parents, particularly her father, Luke, always recognized her exceptional abilities from a young age. "You are a gifted child, Elesta," Luke often told her. "Mind-reading is not a simple gift. It holds great power. Your destiny is greater than most."

Though her family placed high expectations on her, Elesta remained grounded and determined. Despite the pressure, she was always enthusiastic about her training. "Yes, Papa, I'm going to training. I'll see you later," she would say with a smile, eager to embrace the challenge.

Her training took place by the serene riverside, under the tutelage of Master Yang, a renowned warrior who had trained many of the kingdom's most skilled fighters. Elesta, a natural, trained tirelessly to sharpen her combat skills and enhance her mind-reading abilities. However, she had always trained alone, focusing on perfecting her abilities and her craft in solitude.

That is, until one day when Master Yang approached her with unexpected news.

"Elesta," Master Yang began, "you now have a training partner."

"A training partner?" Elesta repeated, her voice filled with surprise. She had always been accustomed to training alone, and the thought of sharing her practice with someone else was foreign to her.

Master Yang nodded. "His name is Alex."

Elesta turned to look at him. Alex stood apart from the group, his eyes dark and distant, as if haunted by some unseen burden. His posture was rigid, his body language guarded. To everyone else, he may have seemed cold and aloof, but Elesta could sense there was more to him. With her mind-reading abilities, she could feel the weight of his emotions, though his thoughts were not entirely clear. There was a barrier, a defense, that kept her from fully reading him.

"Nice to meet you, Alex," Elesta said, offering him a warm smile, trying to bridge the gap between them.

Alex didn't respond in kind. He merely nodded, his face unreadable. Elesta could feel a complicated mix of emotions behind his guarded exterior—loneliness, anger, and something she couldn't quite place. Despite the wall he had built around himself, she could still sense the faintest hints of vulnerability beneath it. For the first time, Elesta realized that her mind-reading abilities didn't work as they usually did. There was something in Alex's mind that he kept hidden, and it intrigued her.

As time passed, Elesta and Alex trained together, their contrasting fighting styles complementing each other. Elesta's agility and quick thinking worked well alongside Alex's raw strength and intense focus. Through their shared training, Elesta began to feel a growing bond with him. While she couldn't fully read his thoughts, she could feel the emotional turmoil that he kept locked away. His mind was an enigma, and yet Elesta couldn't help but be drawn to him.

One evening, after an especially exhausting training session, Elesta asked, "Why do you push yourself so hard, Alex?"

Alex took a moment before answering, his breath heavy from the fight. "To be strong enough. To never feel weak again," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Elesta's heart ached as she absorbed his words. Even though she couldn't completely understand the depth of his pain, she could feel it deeply. She realized that Alex wasn't just fighting for strength—he was running from something, something darker that she couldn't fully grasp. His thoughts were clouded, and he refused to let anyone get too close.

Elesta, ever empathetic, knew that his strength wasn't just a matter of physical power—it was a way of protecting himself from whatever demons lay buried in his past. And as much as she tried, she couldn't help but feel powerless to break through the walls he had built around himself.

Then, one day, Alex confided in her, "I'm not like the others, Elesta. I can't be like them. I need more. I need to be more."

The words hit Elesta like a cold gust of wind. Her heart sank as she realized that the darkness she had sensed within him was consuming him. The more she tried to understand, the more distant he became. She could feel the battle within him, the desire for something greater, something darker than what they could ever control.

It was at that moment Elesta realized that Alex wasn't just seeking strength. He was seeking something that would ultimately change him. His obsession with power would lead him down a path that would separate them forever. Elesta could feel the pull of his inner struggle—his thoughts, filled with doubt and desperation, made her ache for him. But there was nothing she could do to stop him.

As Alex began to embrace his newfound power, Elesta could sense the shift within him. He was no longer the person she had trained with by the riverside. The light she had once seen in him was slowly being replaced by darkness. Despite her ability to read his thoughts, she couldn't find the Alex she once knew. He had become Lucifer, a powerful and merciless being, consumed by the very darkness he had once feared.

But Elesta's love for him never wavered. She still believed, deep down, that the man she had once trained with—the man she had once cared for—was still there, buried beneath the layers of power and darkness. And so, she continued to fight, not just for herself but for him, hoping that somehow, she could reach him.

In their final moments, when they were both standing side by side, Elesta could feel Alex's mind, though clouded by darkness, still struggling to remember the connection they once shared. For a brief instant, she felt a flicker of the old Alex—before the power, before the darkness.

With her final breath, Elesta whispered, "I never stopped loving you, Alex."

And with that, both Elesta and Alex, now Lucifer, fell. They died not as enemies, but as two souls bound by a shared history, love, and the hope that maybe, just maybe, they could have found their way back to each other.

Despite everything that had happened, Elesta never stopped believing that love was the answer—no matter how much time or darkness had passed. Even if Alex had fallen so far, her love for him remained unwavering, forever etched in her heart.