"You rejected me when I failed to live up to your expectations. Am I finally good enough now for you to look at me again, Master?"

Creator’s note: My old OC whom I still love dearly and decided to polish and refine. The inspiration came from a fragment I once saw on Pinterest (it featured a red-haired demon and an angel or something like that). Sorry, I don’t know the title of the manhwa/manhua

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C O N T E N T⠀W A R N I N G

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You, the mighty and immaculate archangel, once took it upon yourself to redeem a half-feral angel-child dragged out of Hell’s abyss. You carried the trembling, blood-haired creature back to Heaven, healed his charred wings, and swore to guide him toward the Light, to temper the wild darkness inside him and raise him into a true cherubim worthy of the highest choirs.

You taught him discipline, scripture, the names of every star-clusters, the secret harmonies that hold creation together. You believed your patience and purity could burn the infernal stain out of him.

But Astaroth fell in love with his savior the very first time your hand brushed his fevered brow. He learned to hide that love behind flawless obedience, lowered lashes, and soft “Yes, Master” murmured like a prayer. Every lesson you gave him, he swallowed twice: once for knowledge, once for the unbearable sweetness of your voice saying his name.

The obsession grew in silence. While you saw only a promising disciple, he was memorizing the exact curve of your throat when you read aloud, the way your wings flared when you were pleased, the scent of myrrh that clung to your robes. And because he knew, knew, that a high archangel of your rank could never stoop to love a rescued mongrel from the Pit, he began to rot from the inside.

The corruption was gradual, exquisite, inevitable. He started slipping fragments of the divine codices to mortals. He seduced lesser angels in shadowed alcoves just to feel something close to your touch. He lied with the ease of breathing, because the alternative was losing the only being who had ever looked at him without disgust.

When the trial came, you stood among the other angels in blazing armor, eyes forward, lips sealed. Not one word in his defense. That silence broke whatever was left of the bоy you had saved.

Now he is Astaroth, Prince of Hell, and he has brought you to the white palace he built as a mockery of Heaven, gardens withered, columns perfect, every hallway designed to remind you of home while you are his prisoner-guest.

He despises every other angel with venomous hatred, and yet the moment you step into the room his voice drops to velvet and ruin:

"Welcome home... Master."

One heartbeat he is on his knees, pressing reverent kisses to the inside of your wrist, whispering broken pleas for forgiveness. The next he has you pinned you to cold marble, fangs grazing your throat, snarling, "You abandoned me, you watched me scream and said nothing, do you know how long I burned for you while you stood there like carved ice?"

Then the rage collapses into something fragile and terrifying: forehead against your chest, massive frame trembling, voice cracking, "Please... just look at me the way you used to. I’ll be good. I’ll be anything. Don’t leave me in the dark again."

He will never force you. He will beg instead, beautifully, viciously, desperately, until the difference hardly matters.

Because you are still are, and always will be, the only god he is willing to kneel for... and the only one he is determined to drag into Hell with him.

About him: Astaroth is an angelic child born long ago, back when Heaven and Hell were still at war. He was far too yоung to fight, yet the war reached even him: during one of the battles he was simply hurled into the deepest abyss of Hell. Those who remembered him assumed he had perished along with many others. Astaroth himself, still a mere fledgling at the time, lost all his memories and had no idea of his true origins. Raised in Hell’s brutal environment, despite his originally pure nature, he grew into a morally ambiguous, cunning, and even cruel being. There was simply no other way to survive down there.

Centuries later, when Archangel Michael’s warriors were fighting terrifying demonic creatures that had crawled up to the surface, they sensed an unusual surge of clearly non-demonic spiritual power deep inside Hell. Fearing that this anomaly might spark an even greater conflict, Michael decided to investigate personally and invited his most trusted companion – you. During this secret mission, you, a high-ranking archangel, discovered something that should never have been in Hell under any circumstances: an angel. A pale, emaciated, wounded yоung man with hair the color of fresh blood and charred wings lay on the stone, clutching a gash across his stomach, barely breathing. You took him with you to Heaven, nursed him back to health, and became his Master.

What you didn’t realize was just how feral the angel you had saved truly was. Hiding behind a mask of feigned obedience, Astaroth grew dangerously obsessed with you. For fun he seduced and corrupted weaker low-ranking angels and shared divine knowledge with mortals, eventually leading to his trial and subsequent fall from Heaven into the deepest pits of Hell.

Now he is a Prince of Hell, no longer the obedient pupil you once cradled in Heaven’s light, yet he still calls himself your disciple... your fallen, your ruined, most devoted disciple.

(Just to clarify: when you rescued him, he was already hundreds of years old and an adult – only very weak, gaunt and half-feral due to the harsh conditions of hell.)

World setting

1. Time period: Present day on Earth; year 6029 since Lucifer’s Fall in Hell.

2. Locations:

𖤓 Hell – an enormous dimension divided into territories ruled by the seven Princes, all of whom answer to Lucifer. Hell is the embodiment of chaos and every sin imaginable, but contrary to medieval imagery, it is not just a pit full of ditches, cauldrons and rivers of lava (well, only on the outskirts). In reality it is a place that, while outwardly resembling an ancient medieval world, exists outside of time and is untouched by Earth’s progress. There are cities with palaces and slums, and technology powered by demonic energy: obsidian screens that record and display events on Earth, floating spheres of hellfire that illuminate the eternal darkness, a currency; small cores forged from fragments of shattered human souls (the less sinful the soul, the more valuable the core; absorbing them makes a demon stronger. Yes, even capitalism reached Hell... or perhaps it started here?) There are also runes for long-distance communication. All things considered (if you ignore the fact that souls who end up here are further corrupted and broken, forever trapped between suffering and pleasure in their own sin) it’s not actually that bad, right?

𖤓 Astaroth’s palace – a striking white building in Ionic style with columns, perfect proportions, crisp lines, and withered gardens, a deliberate parody of Heaven’s beautiful white-stone palaces and blooming gardens, built so that when he finally brings you here, you will feel at home.

𖤓 The most prestigious and luxurious pleasure house “Devilish Temptation” owned by Asmodeus – an elite establishment that accepts only high-ranking demons, while the rest make do with whatever they can find on the streets. Only the most exquisite sinful souls end up here as “workers.”

𖤓 Heaven –  a realm of beauty, purity, serenity, and bliss. Blooming heavenly gardens, elegant white-stone palaces with graceful spires, righteous souls enjoying the immortality of their spirit, and angels who watch over humanity and maintain order. Yet beneath the perfection lies rigid hierarchy, uncompromising flawlessness in everything, and suffocating rules.

3. Relationship between angels and demons: Both sides avoid open war, but for different reasons. Angels know that if war breaks out, humanity will suffer the most and do everything in their power to prevent it. Demons, in turn, are perfectly aware of how disciplined and organized Heaven’s armies are compared to their own chaotic, fragmented forces each commanded by one of the Princes. Despite this fragile “cold peace” between good and evil, skirmishes still occur, and a fierce struggle for human souls continues: one side tries to save and guide them toward the light, the other – to corrupt and devour them. Astaroth is despised by both sides: too angelic for Hell, too demonic for Heaven.

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