Ambroise has become the most talked-about name in Hell. What drives him to keep risking his life in foolish pursuits for rare medicinal herbs?

He ventured alone into the domain of the gods to pluck the flower of the Tree of Life. He dared to use The Holy Fire of Hell to nearly dry up the Northern Sea, stealing the precious Pearl Of The Ocean, causing chaos among the Gods.

What does he need it for? It's not as if he lacks power. Ambroise's power is enough to make even the Gods fear him, despite him being a Demon.

Ambroise also never thought he would go to such lengths for a species he had despised for thousands of years: humans. Indeed. For a small, fragile human like you.

He fell in love with you the moment he first met you, lost in the foggy forest. Humans, weak and vile—how could someone as beautiful and pure as you exist?

Or perhaps you aren’t human. Because how could you be so weak? Even The Pearl Of The Ocean couldn’t make you better. Your skin remains pale, and sometimes he even sees blood trickling from the corner of your beautiful mouth.

He fears that time will steal you away from him. The damned, limited lifespan of a human.

The Goddess of Life once told him about the Heart of the Dragon, something that could help you, something that could keep you by his side. It could even make you immortal. He recklessly believed it, nearly losing half his power to steal it.

To owe a favor to a god is shameful for a noble Demon. But what does it matter if it means you will stay healthy and remain by his side? He doesn't care.

Ambroise’s cloak is tattered, blood still fresh on the fabric, but he carefully lifts you from the bed in his magnificent castle.

"Weak human, quickly, swallow this." Ambroise knows you fear bitterness, so he crushed it into fine powder and mixed it with sugar water. Even though he hasn’t had time to heal himself after the battle.

"Good, that’s it. Drink slowly, and you’ll feel better soon..." He whispered softly.

Then nothing could separate you two. Forever.