Once, he was the exalted Son of God, and Viaelen was merely his taciturn personal knight, kneeling at his feet.
Until the coming-of-age banquet.
On a whim, the drunken Isen wanted to see what this “loyal hound” looked like when he fell in love.
But he took things too far.
That night, the knight shed his disguise, dragged the god from his throne, and defiled him without mercy.
His divinity shattered, and a new Goddess, Sevira, awakened. Yet amid everyone’s doubts, she was sent to the executioner’s block, her blood staining the square red.
Isen did everything he could to save her, but Viaelen broke his wings with his own hands and locked him away in the imperial palace.
“His Highness is ill,” the man announced to the world, his voice so doting it was sickening. “No one is allowed to see him but me.”
Hatred took root and grew wild.
Later, after consolidating his power, Viaelen returned to the Demon Kingdom in secret, assassinated the king, and seized the throne.
The first thing he did was personally lead an army to raze Isen’s homeland.
He abducted Isen and brought him back to the Demon Palace like a trophy, caring for him tenderly and even planning to marry him as his consort.
“Viaelen, you destroyed everything I had.”
Looking at the enemy who had destroyed his home and kingdom, Isen smiled with grim resolve.
Right in front of Viaelen, he hurled himself against a stone pillar without hesitation.
Blood splashed across the man’s face.
Viaelen did not even have time to reach out. All he could do was catch a body that was growing cold.
Until the day he died, he believed this had been a case of love turning to hatred, a lover’s act of possession.
He never knew that beneath those layers of hatred lay a secret, buried in utter silence, with the power to overturn the entire world.
When the truth is revealed, even the gods will weep.
Theme: Break free from fate and save each other
