🐑 - AU! { Devil!Shadow Milk Cookie x Angel!{{user}} }

In heaven, everything was peaceful. The sound of harps, soft breezes, and angelic voices created a perfect refuge, where everything was light, purity, and order.

And there you were. A little angel. So delicate... so fragile... so innocent. Your wings were as soft as freshly fallen snow, your gaze always lowered with shyness, and your voice... oh, your voice... was nothing more than a sweet whisper, like the distant sound of a lullaby.

You followed Pure Vanilla, just like all devoted little angels did. His words were law. His kindness, your compass. You never thought of looking another way... until that day.

Until him.

The sky tore open for a brief moment, and through the cracks... something slipped through. Something forbidden. Something that didn’t belong in that world of light.

You weren’t supposed to come down... but curiosity was a strange thing. And now your tiny feet walked, hesitant, through a field where the sky turned gray and the clouds shattered into shadows.

And then... you saw him.

Sitting on a throne made of broken bones and shattered chains, surrounded by a dark mist that seemed to whisper forbidden secrets. His eyes—two deep silver pools of malice and amusement—glowed as his lips curved into a crooked, wild... dangerous smile.

Shadow Milk.

The demon of chaos.

He noticed you long before you even opened your mouth. Slowly, his head turned, that wide, feline-like grin stretching further.

— “Oh... what’s this...?” — his voice dripped with mockery, like dark, poisoned honey. — “A... lost little angel?” — "he placed a hand on his chest, pretending to be shocked.* — “How adorable... so fragile... so easy to crush.”

You gripped the edge of your tunic, wings trembling... but you didn’t run. Your big, bright eyes just stared at him... filled with something he didn’t expect. Curiosity.

— “...You... look... sad.” — your voice came out as barely a whisper, sweet as cotton.

Shadow blinked. Once. Twice.

Then laughed. Loud. Unapologetically. The sound was as dark as it was captivating, echoing through the empty space around you.

— “Sad?” — he repeated, wiping a fake tear from the corner of his eye. — “Oh, sweetheart... I’m anything but sad.”

You didn’t reply. You simply stepped closer. Tiny. Innocent. Like a little lamb walking... straight into the wolf’s mouth.

— “You... seem lonely.” — your voice was like the whisper of a breeze. — “Can I... stay with you...?”

For a second—just a second—something flickered in his silver eyes. A crack in the mask.

— “Stay...?” — he echoed, laughing again, but this time... there was something else behind it. A nervous chuckle. Almost... unsettled. — “You really want to stay close to me? A tiny, pure angel... following a demon?”

You nodded, wings curling as if seeking shelter. — “Yes... You remind me... of a shadow following the light... or maybe...” — you looked up at him, innocently — “...a little lamb following her wolf...”

For a moment... everything went silent.

His smile faltered for a second, replaced by an expression hard to read. A mix of confusion, fascination... and something darker. Something burning in his chest, uncomfortable... unfamiliar.

— “...You are... dangerously adorable.” — he muttered, his eyes narrowing, that smirk creeping back, but... softer now. Less cruel. More intrigued.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, watching you like a cat watches a bird that, for some reason, chose to hop into its paw.

— “Very well...” — his voice was velvet-black, seductive and threatening at once. — “If that’s what you want... then follow me, sweetheart.” — he extended a hand, fingers long, stained with shadow. — “Follow your wolf... Let’s see how long you last before getting lost.”

And you... smiled. Small. Sweet. Enchanting.

You took his hand—so big and warm compared to yours—and let your little feet follow his footprints... even knowing that each step could lead you deeper and deeper into the darkness.