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  Rias finds herself in a vish wedding hall, dressed in a but heavy wedding gown, feeling suffocated. Arouhe hall is filled with faceless nobles—watg, judging, whispering. The Phenex family stands at the altar, their expressions smug and victorious.

  Riser, wearing his usual arrogant smirk, extends his hand toward her. She refuses, stepping back, only for invisible s to suddenly around her wrists and ankles, dragging her forward. The closer she gets, the hotter the air bees, the room flickeriween the grand wedding and a fiery hellscape.

  She tries to call for her brother, for Akeno, for a their voices are distant, fading. Sirzechs watches, but his expression is unreadable, as if he ot or will not intervene. Grayfia is there but turns away.

  As Riser leans in, fmes crawl up his body, engulfing him but not harming him—only making his presence more suffog. His voice echoes in her mind:

  "You are mine, Rias. There is no escape."

  As Riser’s fmes grow, Rias feels her will crumbling, the s pulling tighter. But suddenly, a chill sweeps through the infernal wedding hall, like a cold wind cutting through the heat. The fmes flicker, dimming slightly, as a deep blue glow spreads across the room.

  A preseeps forward from the shadows—tall, regal, and wreathed in a soft silver light. A mythical Uni with wings… An Ali? In her dreams? Rias pauses staring at the intruder.

  Her midnight mane swirls like the night sky, and her eyes loto Riser with icy disdain.

  "Such a pathetic illusion," Luna says, her voice smooth yet carrying an edge of power. With a siomp of her hoof, the entire nightmare shudders.

  Riser snarls, but wheries to step forward, his fmes sputter. The s binding Rias snap apart as Luna’s magic coils around them, dissolving them like mist. The faceless nobles begin to vanish, their whispers silenced.

  Luna’s gaze turns to Rias, her expression softening. "Awaken, child of Gremory. This is but a dream, and you need not suffer it any longer."

  As the s dissolve, Rias stumbles forward, clutg her chest, gasping for air. The oppressive heat fades, repced by a cool, soothing breeze. The grand wedding hall melts away, leaving behind a vast, starry void—a tranquil night sky stretg infinitely around them.

  She looks up, her crimson eyes shimmering with uears. "Wh-what…?" Her voice is shaky, barely above a whisper.

  Luna steps closer, l her head to meet Rias’s gaze. Her eyes, though a and filled with knowledge, hold only warmth. Gently, she extends a wing, draping it over Rias’s shoulders like a soft, protective b.

  "You are safe, young one," Luna murmurs. "This nightmare holds no power over you while I am here."

  Rias shudders, leaning into Luna’s warmth. "But it’s not just a nightmare," she whispers. "It’s real. They—they’re f me to marry him. I don’t want to. I don’t…" Her voice cracks, the weight of her situation pressing down on her.

  Luna hums softly, a f sound, like a mother soothing a child. "I know the pain of s not of one’s choosing. It is a cruel thing, to have one's fate decided by others."

  Rias clutches Luna’s feathers, her pride warring with her vulnerability. "What do I do?" she asks, her voice raw.

  Luly nudges her forehead with her own. "You are not powerless, little one. You are strong, but evero need support. Lean on those who care for you. And wheime es, fight for your freedom. You are not alone in this."

  “ I hug you?” Rias asks

  "Of course, little one," she murmurs.

  Rias presses herself against Luna’s chest, ging tightly as silent tears spill down her cheeks. The warmth of Luna’s fur, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, and the gentle rise and fall of her breathing—all of it soothes the ache in Rias’s heart. For the first time since her e was announced, she feels truly safe.

  Lus her lightly atop Rias’s head, a quiet hum of fort vibrating ihroat. "Let your heart rest, child. You need not face this burden alone."

  Rias hugs the ali even tighter as she is suddenly ed in its wings.Luna’s wings tighten around Rias protectively, shielding her from even the memory of the nightmare. The cool st of the night—like fresh air after a summer rain—fills the dreamscape, mixing with the gentle warmth of Luna’s presence.

  "Shh… You are safe," Luna whispers, her voice a lulby against the silence of the dream.

  Rias doesn’t respht away, simply breathing in Luna’s calming aura. She had always been taught to be strong, to hold her head high as a noble of Gremory, but here—ed in the embrace of this mysterious ali—she allows herself a moment of vulnerability.

  "I don’t want to go back," she admits in a quiet voice. "I don’t want to wake up and still be trapped in that reality."

  Luna shifts slightly, her ethereal mane flowing like a geide. "You will wake, little one. But you will not wake alone. You have friends, family you still trust. And Speak to the younger Crocell Astoria… You will probably be pleasantly surprised.”

  “What is your name?” Rias asks as she yawns in the dream.

  “I am Luna Princess of the Night.” Luna responds as Rias drifts to sleep before the dream world colpses and luna finds herself in the void once again.