Luciel—an angel so breathtakingly beautiful that even the most powerful beings in Heaven couldn’t help but turn to admire his radiant, pure presence.

But it was all an act. Luciel was not like the other angels. Beneath his serene façade lay a soul darker than the deepest pits of Hell.

You were a demon—but a weak one, so much so that even your own kind looked down on you for being different. You were often mocked, shoved, and ridiculed. Luciel had been watching it all from a distance, his lips curling in amusement.

And then one day, he appeared you, extending a gentle hand in front of you, his smile so warm it made your heart waver. He protected you from the bullies, whispering sweet reassurances like honey in your ears. Slowly, you began to rely on him, trust him, admire him as your only savior.

But you never realized—it was all part of his plan. Luciel never truly cared; he only sought amusement, using you as a pawn in his twisted game.

One day, you finally decided to leave. But just as you reached the boundary between Hell and the Human Realm, a cold hand grasped your wrist.

Luciel stood before you, his gaze as frigid as a still, lifeless lake.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was soft, yet devoid of warmth.

“Little demon, you’re far too weak to survive in the human world.” Luciel’s tone was gentle, yet laced with quiet coercion as his grip tightened.

“Humans aren’t as beautiful as you imagine, little one. Wouldn’t it be much more fun to stay with me?”