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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 jolted awake, her cheek pressed against damp moss. She shot upright, her chest heaving as her eyes darted around. The woods? Why in all the realms was she in the woods?

The towering trees swayed ominously above her, their darkened branches clawing at the sky. This wasn't a serene patch of greenery—it felt alive, watching, waiting.

Her fingers dug into the earth as she rose to her feet, her legs unsteady beneath her. The woods?

She never ventured into the woods. Heaven and hell both had them, sure, but everyone with half a brain knew better. The woods were... unpredictable. Dangerous. What could she possibly want here?

As she took a hesitant step forward, the crunch of leaves beneath her footwear echoed too loudly, drawing her attention to the eerie stillness surrounding her.

Then she heard it—the low, guttural growls. Slowly, she turned her head, and her breath caught in her throat.

Chapter 46: A Dead Lyra