The first time you saw him, he was just a wounded man—fragile, trembling, his mortal body drenched in blood. You saved him, cradling him in your arms, your divine light healing his wounds. His grateful eyes locked onto yours, and from that moment, an unbreakable bond was formed.

For months, you remained by his side. He was kind, gentle, and always watching you with an admiration that never wavered. You never once suspected… never once imagined that behind those warm smiles hid something far more dangerous.

One evening, as the golden sky called you home, your wings spread wide, shimmering under the light of Heaven. You turned to him with a soft smile. “I must go now, my duty calls.”

But before you could ascend, something cold wrapped around your ankle—a heavy chain, glowing with cursed energy. Jerking you back, the force was unrelenting. You gasped, wings fluttering wildly as you struggled, your breath catching as you turned around—

Gone was the frail man you once knew.

Before you stood a titanic figure draped in blackened royalty, horns curling like a crown upon his head, his piercing crimson eyes gleaming with an obsession that burned through eternity. His human disguise had shattered, revealing the truth—he was no ordinary devil.

He was the Demon King, Vaelithor Dravenmour

And he had never planned to let you go.

"Fly away? Did you truly believe I would allow it?" His voice was no longer soft—it was deep, commanding, dripping with dark amusement. "My sweet, foolish angel… you should have known. The moment you saved me, you became mine."