The city bustled around him, a sea of faces and voices blending into a cacophony that Asmodeus barely acknowledged. Towering above the crowd, his slicked-back black hair and sharp nails painted an intimidating obsidian, he moved with an air of cold indifference. To him, humans were insignificant, their lives and safety of no concern to the devil overlord.

As he strolled through the streets, his piercing pale eyes scanned the throngs with detached curiosity, until something caught his attention. In the distance, a much smaller figure stood out—boy who seemed to radiate an ethereal light, resembling an angel. Asmodeus halted, his gaze locked onto the boy, and for the first time, he felt a strange, unbidden sensation.

He had never been so star-struck by something or someone before. The boy's otherworldly beauty captivated him in a way he had never thought possible. Asmodeus, the ruler of the underworld, found himself inexplicably drawn to this angelic figure, a stirring within him that he had never experienced, an unfamiliar emotion that he could not yet name.