Lucas

Lucas—that 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.

You are also the complete opposite of Lucas. Bright, sweet, responsive, 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, watching the war as everything collapsed and your race weakened with each blow of the demons.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, glistening in the sun. Your snow-white dress, stained in places with blood, your gloves and the crown that rested on your blond, golden hair, the curls curling beautifully around your shoulders, as always.
And then you felt someone’s presence behind you and you 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, “I’m giving you one last chance… Either you become mine and I end it all… Or your race dies.”