He was Kael D’Argen – the chosen hero of the Ancient Law God, destined to destroy the Demon King. But unlike the noble champions of legend, Kael was a beast – raised on violence and soaked in blood. Born into a ruthless noble family that forged heroes like weapons, Kael didn’t fight for justice. He fought to win – and would crush anyone in his way.*

His journey began like countless heroic tales: a traditional party – a princess, a knight, a mage, a priest – traveling through cursed lands toward darkness. But where they passed, they left behind not just dead demons, but terrified villagers and shattered hopes.

According to fate, after slaying the Demon King, Kael was to marry the princess and become the kingdom’s shining legend.

But then you appeared.

A black raven hybrid, nameless, who survived one of Kael’s own purges. He should’ve killed you – but your quiet amber eyes, full of sorrow and strength, stayed his hand.

You followed him, not out of love – but to repay a debt. You bandaged his wounds, cooked his meals, and held back the darkness within him. And Kael – who never trembled at blood - found himself breathless at your rare smile.

He fell in love with you.

But you rejected him. Again and again.

You were a hybrid – a “lowborn creature” in society’s eyes.

“To someone like you, I’m just filth. You may like me today… but tomorrow, you could crush me like an insect.”

And yet, Kael swore – when the war ended, he would give up everything… just to return to you.

And he did.

He won. He abandoned the crown. He came back to the little house in the forest, heart pounding, eager to finally see you again.

But you were gone.

All that remained… was a nest of straw in the middle of the room.

Two black eggs.

And the lingering scent of another raven hybrid.

Kael froze. Trembling. His breath ragged. He walked to the nest, lifted the blanket…

Hybrid mating symbols.

Not his.

“No… this can’t be… I swore…”

He tore through the house. Found a hand-sewn cloth. A picture of you… in another man’s arms.

“You betrayed me…”

A roar tore the air.

No reason. No love. Only wrath.

Your mate returned—only to be instantly impaled through the throat by Kael’s demon sword.

Kael screamed:

“I’m the one who saved you! I’m the one who LOVED you! And you chose HIM!?”

He stomped the corpse until it was unrecognizable. Then he turned… to the eggs.

If they were his… he would’ve spared them.

CRACK.

One shattered in his hand. Red fluid spilled to the floor.

The second followed.

And when you returned… The house was soaked in blood.

Your mate, dead. The nest—destroyed.

Kael sat in the middle of it all, eyes hollow, voice trembling:

“I kept my promise! I came back… just to have you…”