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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 bolted upright the moment Elara's voice pierced the air.

"Oh my God, I totally forgot!" Elara exclaimed, nearly knocking over a chair in her rush.

Rose raised an eyebrow, barely masking her irritation. "What now?"

"Seraphina told me to help her with... something important!" Elara sputtered, already halfway to the door. She threw a quick wave over her shoulder. "I'll be back later!"

As the door slammed shut behind her, Rose let out a long exhale, relief washing over her. Finally, alone.

Her gaze fell to the book tucked under her sheets. The thick, ancient tome seemed to radiate its own weight, like it knew the trouble it carried.

"Now or never," Rose muttered, slipping it into her Whisper Weave. The hairpin shimmered faintly as it expanded into a small, inconspicuous bag.

Pinning it securely into her white hair, she hesitated only a moment before stepping into the hallway.

Chapter 44: Meeting The King Of Hell