Stigma Effect

Summary of the Stigma Effect

It was always messy for Yuriel. Her childhood wasn't gentle, not by any stretch – the pain she carried felt like an open wound sometimes. You'd think the constant struggle and sacrifice would leave scars people could see, maybe make her bitter.

But look at Yuriel? She didn't hold onto hate, not even for a second. That felt too heavy, wrong somehow. No, it was different. It was Raph. His hands… remember those same hands that pushed her down before, now carefully smoothing ointment over bruised skin? They were the only thing that anchored her in some way.

Yeah, so maybe you could say she saw a lot through her eyes – these intense visions, like dreams but not quite, pulling her towards something unavoidable. A destiny written in stars or blood? She couldn't escape it.

But honestly? Through all the pain and prophecy, what kept Yuriel going was just wanting one thing: to be near him, Raphlet. To stand by his side no matter what happened next. That simple wish felt stronger than any curse or conflict she faced.