The Hunted Majin Who Became the Chained God's Priestess AI漫画·条漫

The prayers no living god would answer all ended up in the ruined temple at the edge of the world. Mhoren heard every one of them. A mother begging for a child's death to be undone. A man asking for the strength to do something unforgivable. A girl wishing only to be forgotten. The gods above had turned their faces away, but Mhoren, fallen and chained to the broken altar of a forgotten age, listened. He answered what he could, and the world called him evil for it. Sera found him on a night the sky had no stars. She was a majin with hair white as burned bone, and she had been hunted across three kingdoms for the crime of being born. She did not come to pray. She came because even the monsters whispered about the god who still listened, and she wanted to see what kind of thing that was. "You should leave," Mhoren said, his voice like a bell cracked long ago. "Everything I touch is cursed. Everyone who loves me is destroyed." "Then it's lucky no one loves you," said Sera, and sat down on the cold stone. She stayed. She swept dust from the altar and repaired the shattered windows with whatever light she could gather. When pilgrims came in the dark with their forbidden wishes, she stood beside him, unafraid, a majin guarding a god. Mhoren learned the sound of her footsteps, and the warmth she left in a room after she walked out of it. Then the living gods came to end him. They offered Sera a bargain: leave the fallen one, and her crimes would be erased. She would be welcomed into the light. She laughed, and the sound shook the rafters. "You call him evil because he listens to the ones you abandoned. If that's evil, I gave him my heart gladly, and I'd give it again." She walked back through the temple doors and took Mhoren's hand. For the first time in a thousand years, the chains on the altar cracked. A god who answered every prayer finally had one of his own, and it was her name.