Prologue

A man clad in a white robe climbed the wooden stairs up to the stake.

On the stake were two people; one boy and a girl.

Both of them had blood spread across their faces and deep wounds everywhere. Their hands and nails were pinned against each other by sharp nails and blood was gushing out.

"Kill them! Kill them!"

"Kill them so that no one ever dares to do such a thing!"

"They shouldn't be allowed to live!"

"Burn them to ashes!"

Many had gathered there to witness the scene unfold before their very eyes.

There was a stark difference among those who had gathered there.

To put it simply, two races with completely different origins and foundations had assembled there.

Both of them had fought against each other for numerous times for ages and they were sure to fight each other again in the future.

They have never seen eye-to-eye.

But this once, just this once, both of them had agreed on something.

For the first time and may for the last time as well, both the 'Demons' and the 'Angels' wanted the same thing.

They wanted those two people dead.

They wanted the Prince of the Demons and the Princess of the Angels, dead.

Why?

Because they were criminals.

They had done something which brought about the rage of all the other people in their realm, towards them.

They had dared to go against the morals that had been taught to them by their ancestors.

They had committed a grave sin of falling in 'love' with each other.

After reaching the stake, the man in the white robe looked at both of them with utter disgust.

"Fools who tried to defy the very notion of this world. Fools who tried to go against the preachings of our ancestors. O, sinful souls. I curse you. No matter how many times you get born. No matter what the ages may be. I curse you. You two shall never be together. For you were never meant to be."

After he said those words the man got off from the platform.

He slowly raised his right hand and immediately fire materialized atop his palm.

He slowly extended his right hand and used the burning fire in his palm to light the kindling at their feet.

Cheers rose up from all around.

Both of them were now being burnt in that bright flame.

Both of them slowly raised their eyes. They looked through the billowing gray smoke at the elated masses.

As the heat lapped at their toes, both of them simultaneously gave a reflexive comment.

"It......hurts."

In contrast to their words, their face remained tranquil.

Both of them were, without a doubt, the best examples of what people would call serene beauty.

Their face had wounds all over and blood dripped from their faces.

Those deep scars should have made their faces impossible to look at.

Yes, it should have.

But for some reason, those scars seemed to magnify their beauty even more and they came across as even more striking.

When they looked over, the once elated crowd went dead silent.

Such was the intensity that their eyes possessed.

Determination was burning in those eyes, brighter than the searing flames.

Those eyes clearly conveyed their thoughts to the throng of people.

No matter what, they will fight against this 'fate' of theirs. They would fight against this fate and the world, just for the sake of the 'sinful love' of theirs.

They were dying but they had a smile plastered on their faces and their eyes were brimming with love for each other.

*The 2nd Time*

"Run!"

Holding their hands firmly, they ran through the thick bushes of the forest.

"Aah!"

"Aah!"

Screams escaped from their mouths simultaneously as two arrows pierced their chest at the same time.

Both of them fell to the ground and blood stained the grasses.

They were still holding their hands, fingers interlocked firmly.

They were dying but they had a smile plastered on their faces and their eyes were brimming with love for each other.

*The 222nd Time*

Two bodies were lying on the floor.

Both of them had their bodies soaked in blood.

Pushing their legs, they struggled to prompt their body forward, with their hands outstretched.

Just as their hands were about to touch, a sword ran through them at the same time.

More blood flowed from their bodies.

They were dying but they had a smile plastered on their faces and their eyes were brimming with love for each other.

*

Time and again they were born.

Their names changed, their circumstances changed and the age they lived in changed as well.

What remained the same was their 'fate' to never be together and their unwavering love for each other.