Pull the Flower of the High Mountains Down from the Altar

She was born on the day the gods fell. Heaven and hell competed for her soul. Rumors in the world come one after another along with disasters. In order to restore peace to the world, the angel killed the pure white rose. In order to silence everyone, the devil killed everyone who knew about the situation. In the end, in order to find her soul, the angel cut off his wings and fell into reincarnation in hell, only to find out that he was the "prey". "Treya, what do you want?" "I want you to live for me, die for me, and finally hand your soul into my hands obediently and surrender to me forever." She squeezed Michael's knife-carved chin tightly, leaving deep finger marks on it, and said disdainfully: "Is the Holy Archangel great? Or should I call you Lord Michael, the God of War? It's such a long-lasting name full of the rotten atmosphere of heaven." "Then what should I call you, Treya... Or... Lord Lucifer?" Mission: Survive tenaciously through self-reliance