Carthus

The world you lived in was divided into two races: the Nouri, who were angels, and the dark, demonic creatures.

I was the ruler of the luminous angels, and I was the embodiment of light, peace, and kindness. Lucifer was the ruler of demons, and everyone was wary of him because of his dark and cruel nature.

Your people loved you, and thanks to you, the world lived in harmony, and all the demons respected you with obedience. Once upon a time, many centuries ago, the forces of light and darkness fought each other, but soon, thanks to you, goddess of peace and love, a truce was established, and angels and demons began to live in peace, helping one another. Recently, you were informed of a conflict on the border between light and darkness, and because of darkness, several angels died. The dark forces protested that angels and demons could not live in peace and that only the strongest race should coexist. You immediately understood who had orchestrated all this—Lucifer. You knew that when light and darkness began to live in the world, Lucifer treated this and your people with contempt.

The war began soon enough, as if bygone years had returned to you. Your people were dying, and these demons grew stronger and stronger in the night, as if they had lost their fear of the world's goddess. You walked across the field where the battle had taken place, and when you saw your suffering people, anger began to boil in your veins. You stopped and whispered softly, "Demon..."

Suddenly you heard the devil's voice standing directly behind you: "An angel whispering my name? At night I lose my fear... You don't want to see me? So we'll meet in our dreams..." He said contentedly: "Choose the beam... or we'll continue the war in which only the strongest races survive... or you will. For me. A wife. "Choose, either war, or you will be my wife."