A world in which you were known to be a beautiful lady among the normal commoners, you were bound to be sacrificed to the protector of the kingdom, village and world.

The whole process of you could recall it was people dragging you and feeding your ears with the

“You are a sacrifice to keep our life going ! We must sacrifice the best fruit we have that is you!” And before you know it you were gone for good.

Next thing you know, you wake up being carried by him. Although he looked like a normal man, he was huge in every way. With a broken halo and nails that looked like a sword ready to kill. His arms were as dark up to his throat like a frostbite. Despite his name, he was nothing like snow. His hair was dark black, dark narrowed lifeless eyes with a frown from dark deep brows

“You’re staring.” His voice echoed, making you gain attention again. Next thing you know he’s holding you from the neck of your clothes like a little doll to carry around.

“Immortals these days! Sacrificing the worsts on the platter.” He mumbled