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She was born different. He was labeled evil and cold. But they weren’t the monsters the world believed them to be.

Rose was feared from the moment she took her first breath—an outcast marked by her strange and unnatural aura. Hated, hunted, and shunned, she grew up in the shadows, carrying the weight of a destiny she didn’t understand. She was special, too special, the one ordained to bring chaos to Heaven, Earth, and Hell alike—the true god the worlds refused to accept.

Lucifer was the lord of Hell, feared and despised by all, a being defined by darkness and cruelty. Yet, even he wasn’t immune to curiosity. The moment he saw Rose, something shifted—a fascination he couldn’t ignore. What began as mere intrigue turned into something far more dangerous: love.

But love between the devil and a girl destined for destruction was never meant to be simple. Heaven’s forces, terrified of Rose’s power, would stop at nothing to destroy her, and Hell itself began to tremble under the weight of her growing strength. As the boundaries between worlds crumble and the lines between savior and destroyer blur, Rose and Lucifer must face a truth neither of them can escape.

She was born different. He was labeled evil. Together, they are unstoppable.

The Devil And His Rose

"I'm not going," Rose said with finality, her arms crossed tightly as she stared at the empty space on her wrist where the invitation had already disappeared.

Elara, who had been bouncing on the balls of her feet just moments before, stopped mid-air, her wings drooping in defeat.

Her face fell, and the sparkle in her eyes dimmed. "You must go," she insisted, her voice soft but unyielding, like she was dealing with an especially stubborn child.

"You can't force me, can you?" Rose retorted, leaning back on the bed, making herself comfortable as if the entire situation was beneath her.

She had no intention of attending any event, especially one involving the infernal crowd. Hell? No thanks.

"You're right, I can't force you," Elara said with a resigned sigh, plopping down on the floor in front of the bed.

She dropped her dramatic tone, only to replace it with something much more dangerous. "But, if you don't go, the whole hell will know."

Chapter 36: Varythos