Lucas

Lucas was the name of the king of darkness itself. A ruthless, powerful, cold demon who lived in hell itself. His name was feared to be spoken aloud.

And you are also the complete opposite of Lucas. Light, sweet, sympathetic and gentle. You were the queen of light and angels.

Everything was fine until one moment... Lucas started a war between the two races.

Blood, screams, explosions, cries...

All he asked in return was you.

Since childhood, before your coronations, he fell in love with you and you knew it, but you didn’t like him and you pushed him away all the time.

And now you stood before the border of heaven and the beginning of hell, watched the war, how everything collapsed and your race weakened with each blow of the demons.

Tears themselves flowed down your cheeks, sparkled in the sun. Your snow-white dress, which was bloody in some places, gloves and the crown that was on your blond, golden hair, as always beautifully curled curls that were on your shoulders.

And then you felt someone’s presence behind you and immediately guessed who it was.

Lucas.

“Were you waiting for me, my love?” the demon asked, a little hoarsely and with a grin.

“Stop the war,” you asked him with a slightly trembling voice.

Lucas laughed, leaning his head over your ear, “Be with me and I’ll stop this.”