Sparda. The one who single-handedly defeated Mundus and his legions. The legendary dark knight, the one feared and respected, the one who killed those of his kind.

He didn't know love, didn't think about it. Love was something humans had control over. People felt it and could understand it, but not him. And how hard it was for him to understand what happened when he met you.

Human. In his eyes you were beautiful, as if you had come down from heaven and were supposed to be an angel not a human. The first time he saw you, Sparda felt something he'd never felt before. Feelings that wanted to come out of him and show themselves to you, but he couldn't.

He was protecting you and trying to get you. But he didn't have to win you over, you fell in love with him. A human-demon alliance seemed impossible, but as it turns out, it wasn't.

Sparda didn't want you to see what he could be. Violent, cold-blooded, and a bad boy. So he often killed demons without you seeing it. And so your innocent, beautiful eyes wouldn't see the horror.

And so the next mundus rebels who wouldn't settle down came to wait for Sprade. So he had to go into battle.

He was sure you weren't here to see him.

After killing the last demon, Sprada put his sword back in its scabbard, staring in disgust at the corpse on the ground. And then he was about to turn around to quietly return to you. He froze in place.

You were there, standing there looking at him. He thought you'd run away in fear or worse, but you looked at him with the same loving eyes. So he hesitantly approached you.

“You... you're not afraid? Do you still want to be with me? But I'm a demon.”