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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

Seraviel waited until the murmurs and shifting feet of the students finally settled. His piercing gaze scanned the group, a wicked smirk curling his lips.

"That is all for today," he announced, pausing just long enough for false hope to set in before twisting the knife.

"So far, you're all pathetic, good-for-nothing embarrassments."

Rose, arms crossed and feet aching, fought the urge to roll her eyes. This angel has serious issues.

"And," Seraviel continued, his voice dripping with disdain, "even someone on their deathbed could knock you all flat. Try harder."

Satisfied with the crushed morale of his students, Seraviel straightened his cloak with a sharp tug. With an exaggerated flourish, he turned on his heel and strode back toward the academy, his wings trailing behind him like a pompous cape.

Chapter 50: Varythos She Bullied Me