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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

Rose was mesmerized by the sight before her. I'm just joking. It smelled like goat shit in there.

Seriously, did this place ever get cleaned? It was so dark and dusty that her nose itched, and before she could stop it, she let out a loud sneeze.

"Ugh, disgusting!" she muttered, wiping her nose. Was this how ancient knowledge was preserved? With a layer of grime as thick as the stories?

She tried to push through it, clutching a fire lamp in her right hand, its flame as dim as her hope for a clean environment.

The one at her left side was lit, but she couldn't be bothered to walk all the way back to swap them.

It wasn't like they had an unlimited supply of firewood in this hellhole, right?

She frowned at the lamp in her hand, before lazily shifting it to the left. There. At least now she wouldn't be fumbling in the dark like a blind bat.

As she walked deeper into the musty hall, she started to feel more and more lost.

Chapter 38: Shade Bound Stalkers