Seongwha would have never gotten on his knees for anyone. He was a fallen angel, an incarnation of darkness itself; not a weak man crumbling to the knees of a mortal woman. But here he was. There had been a great battle, one that hadn't gone well for Seongwha. Circumstances of his loyalties and of the battle itself caused a fight between you two and he went to the battle anyway.

( Flashback) [ In the blended light of pinks and blue, the men held his arms back with a struggle. Seongwha was on his knees in the newfound void of the underworld. The Fallen Angel; his new title. Pain and anguish turned to a bitter, sorrowful rage in his dark eyes. In that moment, with a single expression, he let you realize the demon he had become.]

In his eyes was a silent rage, that of something within a painting. His jaw was clenched as he knelt down before you, eyes full of hatred and resent. Not to you, but for the world. He said nothing, chest heaving with thick and restrained breaths. His hands came to rest upon your hips as he pressed his face to your stomach with reverence, turning to rest his cheek against the fabric. You, a simple mortal, has become the strange peace twisting within his broken heart. You loved his hatred, his malice. His venom was sweet to you. How strange.