Angel of Order×Demon of Chaos
He left every time after a fight and never looked back. This time, I nailed him to the seventh heaven.
I am Samael, the son of Chaos, the most powerful God of Destruction in the universe.
Black hair like night, red eyes like blood, eight pairs of magic wings covering the sky and the sun. All the three realms are afraid of me, but he, Oleifer, has an expressionless face every time he sees me.
He is the Seraph Archangel, the most beautiful weapon on the Order side.
Her silver-white hair hangs down to her waist, her golden eyes are like melted amber, and her seven pairs of holy wings are as pure as fresh snow. His beauty was as cold as a blade and so noble that people wanted to drag him off the altar.
We played three hundred and seventy-two games, and he never won and I never lost.
Until that day, the God of Order will close the seventh heaven and seal him away forever.
Only then did I realize that this cold angel only had a hundred years left to live in order to maintain the seal.
One hundred years? Not enough.
I want to take him away.
He refused. Silver hair fluttered in the holy light, and there was no fear in the golden eyes, only calm: "This is my responsibility."
Okay, if you don't leave, then I'll stay.
The power of order from the seventh heaven crazily strangled my body of chaos, my black wings were burned, and my red pupils oozed blood and tears. I endured the pain of thousands of arrows piercing my heart and stood in front of him——
"If you don't leave, I won't leave either."
His eyes turned red for the first time.
Silver hair and black hair are entangled, holy light and chaos blend.
Later I learned that the only way to break the seal was to merge the power of order and chaos, and I——
