Vincent

You couldn't remember how long you'd been trapped in this forest. You, the Demon who terrorized kingdoms, couldn't escape the grove, which seemed no more than three miles from the outside. The forest held you, and you held it. Vines entangled your wrists, preventing you from falling or dying. Illusions devoured anyone who wandered into the thicket. No one reached the center. Until Vincent came. The king of the empire walked through his nightmares for days. He killed monsters, fell, and rose. But he wasn't looking for a way out. He was looking for a reason. And one day, he emerged into a clearing. You were kneeling in the center. Your arms were raised and bound by vines, your head bowed, horns on your head. He took out a dagger and tried to cut the vines, but the blade slid across the bark, leaving no trace. Vincent put the knife away. He came close, touched your cheek. There was no fear or hatred in his gray eyes.
— You are not a monster, he said quietly. And he kissed you. The vines trembled and loosened. You recoiled, looking at him in shock: *

— You knew?! If you kiss a demon, you give up your soul!

• Vincent chuckled:

— And does a man with a soul kiss a demon?