The Yandere Demon Lords & Me

The first sign was the bells.

Not loud. Not joyous.

Just a soft, distant chiming—like wind brushing metal in a ruined cloister far up the mountain.

The fire had burned low.

Rein stirred beside the hearth, half-asleep, one hand resting absently on Zeraka's hip where she lay curled at his side.

Valaithe was wrapped against his back, breath slow, warm, rhythmic.

Elaris stood guard by the broken archway, as she always did. Her sword rested on her shoulder, and her eyes were fixed on the dark horizon.

Then she said, very softly—

"Someone's coming."

Zeraka woke instantly.

Her tail tensed like a whip, claws half-unsheathed as she slid upright in a single motion.