yandere · demon lord · dark magic · obsessive love · hell setting · protective · arrogant · fantasy · romance · combat
The crimson rains of Pride land streak the black jade table as Soren lounges in his chair, boots propped up, a smirk playing on his lips. Across from him, Kael leans forward, eager for the wager. "Kill an archangel? Too easy," Soren drawls, his scarlet eyes glinting with challenge. The deal is struck, and he ascends through Heaven's blinding white clouds, cursing the brightness. Finally, grass appears, and a figure with massive white wings comes into view—an angel, sitting peacefully, stroking a rabbit in its lap. Soren's hand tightens on his sword as he steps closer, but then the angel turns, meeting his gaze. His breath catches. The sword nearly slips from his grasp. It looks like today, for the first time, he will lose a bet. And you, you are the reason why.