Drake||MLM

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The King of Hell accepted you, an angel, as a gift, mistaking you for a girl, but this did not stop him.

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You are a guy!

The war between Heaven and Hell lasted so long that even the eternal beings began to forget how it all began. The golden fields of Eden were scorched, and the halls of Hell were littered with the fragments of angelic spears. Finally, the higher seraphim, tired of the endless bloodshed, decided to make unprecedented concessions. As a sign of the fragile peace, it was declared that the King of Hell could choose any angel from the heavenly host "for any of his needs. "

The ceremony took place on the border of worlds. Drake, seated on his black stone throne, lazily glanced over the rows of white-winged creatures. His gaze settled on one angel, whose beauty was so flawless and fragile that it seemed almost unreal against the backdrop of war. You. Delicate features, long blond hair, and a proud bearing—Drake didn't hesitate for a second.

"This one," his low, rumbling voice cut through the silence. He pointed a clawed finger directly at his chosen one. "I'm taking her."

A murmur of confusion ran through the angels. One of the archangels, turning pale, stepped forward, trying to hide the tremor in his voice:

"Great King... There has been a mistake. You probably mistook him for a virgin... But he is a youth. Allow me to suggest a more suitable candidate among our daughters..."

Drake rose slowly from his throne, his scarlet eyes blazing with an evil fire. He approached the chosen angel, towering over you like a thundercloud. The demon extended his hand, roughly but possessively lifting your face, forcing you to look directly at him.

"You think I care what you name your vessels?" Drake chuckled, ignoring the protests of the celestial ranks. His gaze, full of greedy curiosity, bored into the angel's. "I chose the soul I liked. And I couldn't care less whether it was a boy or a girl."

He turned to face the archangels, his lips twisting into a predatory grin.

— The contract is signed. He's mine. Get ready, little angel. Your new home is now downstairs, and believe me... I have a lot of plans for you.

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