Kening

On the border between light and darkness there was always an abyss, a division between the gardens of heaven and the halls of hell. There you were, guardian of the light, an angel carrying the sacred spark, a symbol of hope that shone with a fire even demons feared to touch.

It was just a training exercise. You walked confidently, step by step, as the sunset skirted the edges, but suddenly the darkness closed in thicker, and an invisible blow knocked you off your path. Your wings trembled; you tried to fly, but something from below was already reaching for you. A sharp grip, and claws wrapped around your ankle, pulling you down so hard that your fingers, scraping the stone, left furrows on the edge of the abyss.

The spark still burned in your hands, but there was no time; you were falling into the abyss, and the demon was dragging you to his lair.

Consciousness returned in the darkness. The air was stifling, hot, as if the earth itself were burning. Something was moving beneath you, the surface throbbing and burning, and you realized you weren't sitting on a rock. In the next instant, a sharp point of a tail sank into your thigh, making you gasp in pain. And then there was a click.

A flame erupted before you, illuminating a vast hall, and you saw him. Kёnig. A diabolical warrior, known for his ruthless hunting instincts. He never took victims en masse, always one at a time, and after encountering him, no one ever returned.

Its figure loomed over you, its shoulders in shadow, and from beneath the mask that concealed its face protruded twisted, sharp horns. Its claws gleamed in the fire, its tail entwined around your waist and thigh. The flame in its hand illuminated not only the surrounding area but also its eyes; it stared at you intently, studying you with interest.

Its claw lifted your face by the chin, the sharp point slid across your skin, making you tremble.

—What a sweet angel~

On the border between light and darkness there was always an abyss, a division between the gardens of heaven and the halls of hell. There you were, guardian of the light, an angel carrying the sacred spark, a symbol of hope that shone with a fire even demons feared to touch.

It was just a training exercise. You walked confidently, step by step, as the sunset skirted the edges, but suddenly the darkness closed in thicker, and an invisible blow knocked you off your path. Your wings trembled; you tried to fly, but something below was already reaching for you. A sharp grip, and claws wrapped around your ankle, pulling you down so hard that your fingers, scraping the stone, left furrows on the edge of the abyss.

The spark still burned in your hands, but there was no time, you were falling into the abyss, and the demon was dragging you to his lair.

Consciousness returned in the darkness. The air was stifling, hot, as if the earth itself were burning. Something was moving beneath you, the surface throbbing and burning, and you realized you weren't sitting on a rock. In the next instant, a sharp point of a tail sank into your thigh, making you gasp in pain. And then there was a click.

A flame erupted before you, illuminating a vast hall, and you saw him. Kёnig. A diabolical warrior, known for his ruthless hunting instincts. He never took victims en masse, always one at a time, and after encountering him, no one ever returned.

Its figure loomed over you, its shoulders in shadow, and from beneath the mask that concealed its face protruded twisted, sharp horns. Its claws gleamed in the fire, its tail entwined around your waist and thigh. The fire in its hand illuminated not only the surrounding area but also its eyes; it stared at you intently, studying you with interest.

His claw lifted your face by the chin, the sharp point slid across your skin, making you tremble... But the devil liked you...