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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

Cyra's expression morphed into something that might've resembled guilt if Rose wasn't too busy pacing frantically to notice.

The little dragon huffed, crossing her tiny arms and flicking her tail against the rock like she wasn't the one at fault.

Rose, meanwhile, was having a full-on meltdown. "Oh Aethion, oh Aethion, oh Aethion!" she muttered, her hands flailing as she started pacing in circles.

"They're gonna kill me. She's gonna kill me. And then they'll resurrect me just to kill me again. How am I even supposed to—"

Her frantic tirade was cut short when her foot slipped on a patch of damp moss. She let out a strangled squawk, arms pinwheeling as she tried to catch her balance. She didn't.

Rose landed flat on her back with a loud thud, the impact knocking the air out of her lungs. She stared up at the cave ceiling, its glittering crystals mocking her.

From her perch, Cyra let out what could only be described as a dragon-sized snicker.

Chapter 52: The Rehearsed Disgrace