To the relentless echo of a love that defies damnation, a love etched across a hundred lifetimes, each one a testament to the exquisite agony of sacrifice. This chronicle is for those who understand that even in the deepest abyss, where shadows cling and souls are forged in eternal fire, a flicker of incandescent devotion can persist.
It is for the souls who have walked through hell and back, for the angels who have fallen and found redemption in the most unexpected of embraces, and for the demons who have glimpsed the blinding light of grace. To Fero, whose brokenness mirrored a celestial sorrow, and whose existence became the axis around which a universe of love revolved.
To Cecelia, whose unwavering spirit, tested by poison and prophecy, proved that the most profound connections are forged not in paradise, but in the crucible of shared suffering and boundless empathy. May this story remind us that true love is an immortal force, capable of rewriting the very fabric of existence, even at the cost of eternal bliss or the promise of a painless dream.
This is for the enduring power of a love that, though drenched in tears and baptized in pain, ultimately transcends the boundaries of heaven, hell, and the lonely spaces in between. For every soul that has ever loved with the ferocity of a dying star, I dedicate these pages, a hymn to the unyielding heart that chooses sacrifice over oblivion, and love over despair.