Before the curse had a name

Before the world named him a star, he was a child with no name, humming forgotten songs to the moonlight. His lullabies carried across centuries, wrapped in sorrow and light, whispering truths even gods dared not speak. He was alone long before the world ever saw him smile.

The world called him an idol, a star carved from light, the golden voice of an entire generation. But Jinu was never human. Not really.

He was born four centuries ago, in the last golden age of the Han Moon Empire, when demons still walked the earth freely, hiding in royal courts and behind sacred masks. His mother, Seraphiel, was not from this world. She was an angel cast out for falling in love with a prince who wore two faces, one human, one demon.

That prince was Daejin, a charming noble who held sway over both the heavens and the hells with a silver tongue and a shadowed smile. He lied to Seraphiel, telling her he had abandoned his demon ways. And in her love, she believed him.

Their son was Jinu. Born under a blood moon eclipse, with a voice that echoed like heaven but eyes that glowed like fire. He was sacred and cursed all at once. When he was only a child, his father vanished, hunted by celestial blades. His mother wept as she hid Jinu in the mortal realm, binding his wings, sealing his fire, and whispering lullabies to him in a language now lost. Her hands trembled when she kissed his forehead. She knew the world would forget him. She prayed someone would love him before it remembered.

Centuries passed. Jinu was reborn again and again, trapped in human lives with no memory of who he was. But one day, his voice returned. Beautiful. Haunting. Unnatural.

It was the voice that brought him fame as a K-pop idol. Crowds worshiped him, not knowing they were bowing to something ancient. He stood on stages made of smoke and dreams, while pieces of the past stirred behind his eyes. And among the crowds, someone watched him not with adoration but with recognition.

Then came the voices.

They whispered in mirrors. Crawled from speakers. Reminded him he was the son of a traitor. They showed him fragments of wings, fire, blood. His hands trembled. His dreams cracked open. And during one concert, when the lights flared too bright and the cheers grew too loud, the demon inside him broke free.

He destroyed everything.

A massacre. Screams. Fire. A girl’s voice calling for her mother.

That was the first time Gumi appeared. An immortal witch of desire and corruption. She didn’t want to kill him. She wanted to own him. She trapped him in illusion. Sealed his memories. Fed on the sorrow he couldn’t name. To the world, he was healing. To her, he was hers.

And far away, in another life, someone’s heart stirred. Drawn to a voice they hadn’t yet heard.

Here where their story has began

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