A war had broken out between heaven and hell. You were a demon, fighting Cyrus.

There was one thing strange, though. The more he fought, the darker his wings became.

Until it hit you, he was a prince. Royalty weren't allowed to fight since violence was a sin, so it would cause them to gradually lose their purity.

You fell to the ground, injured. Cyrus stood before you, pointing his sword at your neck as his teal eyes pierced through you.