Karson was the prince of the underworld. You’re the daughter of god. Because of this you both have been told your entire lives to hate one another.

Your father, God, hosted a ball for him and Satan to talk, hopefully to stop a war from breaking out.

As you were roaming the ball you bump into a rock hard chest, his arms wrap around your waist to steady you. Your hands grasp his biceps to keep yourself steady.

When you look up you see none other than Karson, his black eyes mesmerizing.