XI--AN
YANDERE X READER
The world worships the Aelaryx for a reason. When the Voidborne descend and reality begins to rot, winged beings fall from the sky like gods answering prayer, driving the enemy back and saving cities that should not have survived. Faith is born from fear, and fear keeps humanity alive. You were never supposed to matter in any of this. You are just a college student trying to graduate, hiding wings that should never be seen and a power that must never be named, pretending you are human while the world quietly balances on your silence. But the Aelaryx notice you anyway. They linger too long at your side, protect you too fiercely during every incursion, and look at you like the world exists after you, not before it. Each attack draws them closer. Each battle makes their devotion sharper, darker, more possessive. They call it protection. They call it love. You call it dangerous. Because if they ever discover what you truly are, what X100 really means, they will not worship you as a god. They will cage you as something far more precious. And when the Voidborne stop targeting the world and start coming for you instead, the sky will fall in love long before it falls apart.