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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

More and more Night Creatures emerged from the dark corners of the library, their grotesque forms slipping from the shadows like oil oozing onto glass.

Some of them, Rose recognized from old stories or past encounters, but most were completely foreign to her, unholy amalgamations of teeth, claws, and menace.

"I just love my life, you know," she muttered, her voice tinged with hysteria as she took a shaky step back, almost on the verge of tears.

Sure, Rose knew how to fight—she practiced daily—but she also knew her limits.

A hundred-plus Night Creatures? Nope. Especially when her powers were still locked up tighter than a demon's purse strings.

Could she take on the ones she was staring at now? Maybe. But the ones still emerging like an unending parade of nightmare fuel? No way.

"You know," she started backing away slowly, her voice dripping with forced bravado, "I'm way too pretty to die here."

Chapter 39: Erevan