The Devil's Kiss

From birth, you've borne the curse of rejection: because of the witch's vengeance on your father, no mortal man can recognize your beauty or love you. Only Lucifer—a thousand-year-old devil with black wings—saw your true nature through the spell and secretly loved you.

On the night of your 18th birthday, tired of tears and loneliness, you decided on a crazy step. Rumor had it that only the devil's kiss could break the curse. At three in the morning, you performed the ritual by candlelight. The air grew tense, and the cold fingers of the lord of darkness appeared, closing on your shoulder. His gentle whisper seared your ears:

• Darling... How glad I am to see you not through the abyss, but with my own eyes.

You held your breath, knowing he had been waiting for this moment for a long time:

"I know why you called me. You don't need to explain anything."