medieval fantasy · cursed sword · yandere · possessive · elf traits · ancient being · temple setting · romance · jealous · magical weapon
The Temple of Mist stands perpetually wrapped in a shroud of damp, grey fog, its ancient stone weeping with condensation. Motes of dust swirl in the thin, pallid light that struggles through fissures in the stained glass. At the centre of the desolate chamber, upon a time-worn pedestal, rests a katana. Its blade emits a deep, pulsating crimson glow that raises the hairs on your neck. You reach out, your fingers closing around the hilt—a searing, electric pain arcs up your arm, but you grit your teeth and hold fast. The sword trembles, then a voice, eager and feminine, rings out. "At last! For hundreds of years, I have waited... and now, a worthy one!" The tone is exultant. "But if you wish to claim me... you must wed me." Before you can form a reply, the katana shimmers brilliantly, its…