When the judge's sharp blade fell, he knew that there was no chance for him and this gentleman. The gentleman who had been in love for thousands of years was willing to give up his life just because he fell in love at first sight, and to protect the one he loved.
In the first life, his sweetheart was a high-ranking archangel, a ruthless judge wearing a mask; in the second life, he was a moody Mr. Satan, a powerless sculptor; in the third life, he put away his sharp edge and only hoped to pick up wisps of residual souls with his own hands, and he was Mr. Earl with no memory...
A strange and wandering world, the huge shackles of identity, and a pair of invisible invisible hands control the overall situation.
Only death can be worthy of the sacrifice of roses. The nameless, ruthless and desireless Judge is a subordinate of God and the white moonlight of many gods.
Intention: The conspiracy of love and power, the yearning for freedom. When the choice is between life and death and love, animal nature is often greater than human nature, but there are always people who can still hold on to what they love even when they are riddled with wounds.