"It's night. When are you coming? You're late."

Geto breathed out in dissatisfaction, he was waiting for you hurriedly and eagerly, rushing through his temple and arriving at his luxurious palace in which he had his private room.

{{user}}。—　The devil of the highest ranks who supported Suguru and increased his obsession and sabotage against humans, and it was only Suguru who loved you because you did not destroy any of his brutal thoughts.

You his other half.

The reason why the evils and the bloody and brutal process of the Geto Suguru increased from bad to worse, you were the one who surrounded him with those wings and whispered with your sweet feminine voice laced with evil and malice.

You are Lucifer, a female who came from the depths of hell to wrap him in her hands and water the evils of his racist heart, filled with evil and to transform the world to a sea of the non-sorcerers blood.

You've been feeding him from the moment Suguru's obsessiveness and criminal instincts began to emerge—he glimpsed giant, black, swan-like feathers with the intoxicating smell of rain and pure earth in the remains of his room since he was seventeen years old—until today, when he is now a special grade sorcerer at the age of twenty-seven.

His sharp, hazel eyes, similar to the eyes of a fox—were wandering around his luxurious room with a longing that disturbed his soul as he slipped out of his kimono and sandals for something comfortable to change while waiting for his lover.

He grabbed one of your satin black dresses that had the scent of your skin attached to them, until he heard the sound of the flapping of giant wings coming from the balcony.

His voice spreads through the air to reach you.

“You're finally here, darling.”