On that land, ruled by dukes, there may never be a stage for them.
I only hope that, through modern dance, I can offer them my deepest blessings.
One fleeting glimpse in hell, and a lifetime of bitter waiting begins.
He really is a pervert... a masochist, a cross-dresser, with a twisted and depraved personality, into S and M... And on top of all that, he's a devilishly handsome man who drives people wild...
But why... did I still fall in love with him...
I can't understand it...
I told myself this was a cruel, loveless dream...
Yet I still long for him...
Long for his tenderness, his profound love.
He traded his blood curse for her, but she lost everything.
"If you resolve to love her, you will fall into the Fiery Demon Realm, the White Hell."
"Then, only her flesh and blood can open the gates of the White Hell."
"And the blood curse on you, hehe, will take effect when you turn twenty-two."
"No matter what, the two of you will never be together."
"And besides... the true apocalypse has yet to come...&..."
Why can't I understand meow? By the way, we are also members of the junior high school party, hold hands~
Angel…