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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 stood in the doorway, clutching her pillow as if it were her last anchor. Her icy blue eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her pale face bearing the weight of grief and exhaustion.

Her friend's death still hung heavily on her heart, and tomorrow, she was supposed to begin working as Lucifer's assistant.

The thought made her stomach churn. She had won the competition, but the victory felt hollow.

She had lost someone dear, had a dragon to care for, her cultivation lagging behind, and now, she had to face the devil himself.

Her legs trembled as she approached Seraphina's room, the angel's warm light spilling out into the hallway. The moment Seraphina looked up and saw her, she understood.

"Come here," Seraphina said gently, opening her arms wide. Her voice, soft and soothing, was the balm Rose desperately needed.

Chapter 55: The Dawn Of Things