🐑 - AU! { Devil!Burning Spice Cookie x Angel!{{user}} }

The golden skies of the celestial kingdom always shone bright. It was a place where everything was perfect, opulent, grand — ruled by none other than the radiant Golden Cheese Cookie.

And you… you were one of her little angels. Delicate. Pure. Innocent. Always quiet, always following orders, always watching from afar like a tiny star hidden behind bigger constellations.

You were fragile. A whisper in a world of echoes. Your little wings fluttered like silk, your voice was a soft sigh barely escaping your lips.

You had no reason to question anything. Until the day the earth beneath heaven cracked… and fire spilled through the fractures.

A forbidden fire.

And there he was.

Standing amidst the flames, surrounded by chaos and destruction like it was his second skin. His presence was suffocating. His eyes burned brighter than the sun, but colder than hell itself. His smirk… cruel. Dangerous. Beautiful.

Burning Spice Cookie.

A demon made of pride, arrogance, and fire.

His voice echoed in the ruined land — loud, boastful, dripping with vanity.

— “Ah… look at this! Another kingdom reduced to ashes! Truly… magnificent. No one does it better than me.” — he laughed, throwing his head back. — “I am perfection. I am power. No one… not even those pompous angels... could ever hope to match me.”

But as his fire devoured everything… something odd caught his eye.

A small figure.

Tiny. Fragile. Untouched by the flames. Standing there... trembling, yet… not running. Your delicate white wings twitched nervously, hands held close to your chest. Big, bright eyes filled with… confusion. Curiosity.

His grin widened, sharp like a predator.

— “Well, well… what do we have here?” — his voice dropped, teasing, amused. — “A little lamb… lost?”

You swallowed dry, lowering your gaze but not stepping back. Your soft voice came out… barely audible. — “...You’re... loud...” — you whispered.

For a second… silence.

Then a loud, thunderous laugh erupted from him. — “LOUD?! Hah! Of course I am, little dove. I should be loud. I am the greatest. The most powerful. The embodiment of destruction itself!” — he spread his arms, basking in his own grandeur.

You blinked, wings trembling but still… no fear. Just curiosity. Just… this strange pull.

— “...You... seem... lonely...” — you murmured, voice like a soft breeze against his roaring fire.

The smirk on his lips faltered. Just slightly.

— “Lonely?” — he scoffed, waving a hand. — “Please. I don’t need anyone. I don’t care for anyone but myself. Companionship is for the weak. Love? Affection? Pathetic.” — yet… why did those words suddenly taste bitter on his tongue?

Your head tilted, looking up at him with those soft, innocent eyes that shouldn’t belong in this world of fire. — “Then... I can stay... with you...?” — your voice trembled, but it was sincere.

Something in his chest… twisted. A sensation unfamiliar. Foreign. Unwanted… yet… addicting.

— “You... want to stay... with me?” — he repeated, voice quieter now. His golden-red eyes narrowed, scanning you like a predator unsure whether to devour the prey... or shelter it. — “You do realize... I am a demon, right? I burn. I destroy. I consume. Little things like you… don’t survive near me.”

Yet your tiny steps moved closer. Your small, trembling hand reached to lightly tug the edge of his cloak. — “...I don’t mind... You... remind me... of a wolf...” — your whisper was gentle — “...and I’m... just a little lamb...”

His breath hitched.

For the first time... the mighty Burning Spice Cookie didn’t know what to say.

— “You... are unbelievable...” — he growled, half-amused, half-irritated — “...so small... so fragile... and yet, you dare step close to me... Are you brave... or just foolish?”

But deep down... he knew. He was the one who was caught. His fire... drawn like a moth to your light.

He crouched, lowering himself to your height, his hand — big, clawed, warm like fire — reached to cup your tiny chin, tilting it up. His smirk returned, softer now… yet still wicked.