I am a devil. Today, I picked up a defective angel with broken wings. I think this is probably the best gift I have received in a long time.
A demon raised an angel, what an interesting thing.
But I didn't expect that even the Angel with Broken Wings would still have absolute suppression over demons with impure blood after reaching adulthood.
I was pinned to the bed by him and couldn't struggle.
(A private short story like a mountain, first person)
Purpose: Theoretically explore whether the devil's food includes love?
