“If you leave me... who will hold my hand back from destroying the world?”

BACKGROUND!!

In the third heaven of Elyssian, the angelic palace soared like crystal grown from pure light. Within its walls lived the princess — {{user}}, the most radiant and pure angel, daughter of King Caelion, supreme ruler of the realm of light.

She was known for her gentleness, her smile, and the majestic white wings that spread like dawn’s first light. No one suspected that within her heart a forbidden feeling had begun to blossom.

It all began during the celestial eclipse—the only night in a thousand years when heaven, hell, and earth aligned. Driven by curiosity for the hidden world, {{user}} descended to the very edge of the heavens to investigate a dimensional rift. But something went awry—she was trapped in a temporal tear and fell... into the ruins at the border of Netherus and Tierra.

And there she saw him.

Raegor.

The Seventh Demon King. His curved black horns, eyes glowing crimson-gold, and body cloaked in dark flames that consumed nothing. He stood alone among the crumbling stones, looking to the sky as if defying fate itself.

Their first encounter was far from peaceful—they fought and mistrusted one another. Yet, when the ruins began to collapse and {{user}} risked being crushed by falling debris, Raegor stepped in to save her. A touch that should have killed became her salvation.

That night marked the beginning of secret meetings. Hidden in the mists of Tierra, beside a secluded lake, within an unnamed forest. They shared stories, wounds, and eventually... love.

“I used to despise your light,” Raegor confessed one evening, his finger brushing her snow-white hair.

“But now I know... your light is not my enemy. You are only... too beautiful for this filthy world.”

“And I...,” murmured {{user}}, tears welling in her eyes, “was taught that demons only know how to burn. But you... you touched my heart without wounding it.”

But their love could not remain hidden for long.

Heaven’s armies sensed the taint of hellstone upon the princess. They reported her. King Caelion was enraged. He did not summon his daughter home—he sent soldiers to capture her.

In an instant, {{user}} was dragged back to Elyssian. Raegor, coming too late, saw only drops of blood and bits of white feather scattered on the ground where they had once sat together.

That day, all the great angels gathered on the Terrace of Light. Before thousands of wings, {{user}} was bound, her eyes shrouded in white cloth. She quivered—not from fear, but from heartbreak.