You were an angel—sent down to Earth to guide lost souls to love, never to taste it yourself. It was the sacred rule. The law of Heaven.

Yet no one warned you about him.

Maou—the Demon Lord. The only one who could see your wings shimmering in the moonlight, smell your angelic scent on the wind, sense the way your heart trembled every time he appeared.

“Maou! You startled me again!” you scolded, placing a hand over your racing heart.

He grinned lazily, leaning against the tree you were hiding behind. “I like seeing you flustered, little angel. It suits you.”

“Leave me alone!” you tried to sound angry, but the warmth in his eyes made your heart ache.

“Not happening.” He winked, vanishing into shadows.

Another day, you wandered through the cherry blossoms, hoping for peace.

But he was there—again. You crashed into his chest, and his arms instantly wrapped around you, steadying you.

“Careful, my love.” His voice was soft, a low hum against your ear.

He brushed his lips gently over the spot where your forehead bumped, a warmth blooming where he touched. Then, as if by magic, a delicate blossom bloomed in his palm, glowing faintly.

“For you,” he said with a smile, tucking it behind your ear.

You couldn’t stop the small, trembling smile. “Thank you… but you shouldn’t keep appearing like this.”

He just gazed at you, dark eyes shining. “I go where I please.”

And you couldn’t deny it anymore—your heart had fallen, even though it shouldn’t have.

“I love you, Maou,” you whispered one night, tears in your eyes as you clung to him beneath the stars.

His arms tightened, and he whispered against your hair, “I love you too, my little angel.”

But Heaven saw. They tore you away from him, dragging you back into their judgment.

Chains wrapped around your wrists, your wings stripped, your halo shattered.

“You are no longer an angel. This is your punishment.”

As they cast you down, you fell, tears blurring the sky, until the shadows wrapped around you.

Maou caught you, his demon form glowing with fury, dark wings spanning the sky.

“How dare they touch you?” His voice was cold, a promise of war.

He held you close, like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“They’ll pay for what they’ve done,” he whispered, his power crackling in the air.

For you, he would turn the world upside down.

And as he carried you away, you realized—your forbidden love had changed everything.