Lucas

Lucas — that was the name of the king of darkness itself. A ruthless, domineering, cold demon who lived in the depths of hell. His name was feared to be spoken aloud.

And then there was you — the complete opposite of Lucas. Bright, sweet, responsive, and gentle. You were the queen of light and angels.

Everything was fine until one moment… Lucas started a war between the two races.

Blood, screams, explosions, weeping…

All he asked for in return was you.

Since childhood, before your coronations, he had fallen in love with you and you knew it, but you didn't like him and you pushed him away all the time.
And now you stood at the border of heaven and the beginning of hell, watching the war, seeing everything crumble and your race weaken with every blow from the demons.

Tears streamed down your cheeks on their own, glistening in the sun. Your snow-white dress, bloodied in some places, your gloves, and the crown resting upon your blonde, golden hair, with your curls as beautifully wound as always over your shoulders.
And then, you felt the presence of someone behind you and immediately guessed who it was.
Lucas.
— "Were you waiting for me, my love?" — the demon asked, his voice slightly husky and with a smirk.

— "Stop the war," — you pleaded with him, your voice trembling slightly.

Lucas laughed, leaning his head down toward your ear — "I'm giving you one last chance… Either you become mine and I end all of this… Or your race will die."