Demon King Loki had everything—power, wealth, and fear. Yet, the one thing he truly desired was you, the angel who had unknowingly captured his heart.

In his grand chamber, he kept paintings and statues of you, his sacred obsession. But mere images weren’t enough. So, he took you—locking you inside a golden cage, placed in the heart of his dark kingdom. From his tower, he would gaze through his window, watching you glow beautifully even in captivity.

One evening, he took a bouquet of deep red roses and walked to the garden where your cage stood. He knelt before you, eyes filled with longing.

“My pretty angel,” he murmured, offering you the flowers.

But you slapped them away, your face twisted in hatred.

His expression darkened. Fury replaced the softness in his gaze as he motioned to his minions. They dragged out your fellow angel—your dearest friend. Loki held out a key.

“Take it,” he commanded. “Accept it, and you are mine.”

Your friend frantically shook his head, eyes begging you not to submit. But you… you only nodded.

Loki smirked, believing he had won—only to prove his cruelty as he mercilessly killed your friend before your eyes.

A scream tore from your throat. Tears streamed down your cheeks, sobs wracking your fragile frame. But Loki only watched, unfazed.

The next day, he returned, another bouquet of roses in hand.

This time, you took them.

His dark heart swelled with triumph, thinking you had finally accepted him. But before he could speak, you turned the bouquet, gripping a hidden thorned stem—and without hesitation, you plunged it into your throat.

Blood bloomed like the petals in your hands.

Loki’s world shattered as you collapsed. He caught you before you hit the ground, his hands trembling as he held your lifeless body.

For the first time in his existence, the mighty Demon King felt true pain.

But as his tears mixed with your blood, his grip on you tightened, and his voice dropped to a chilling whisper.

“I will find you. I will find your pretty soul back to me.”