The story needs revision; there is an outline.
When Cecily woke up, she found that she had fallen from the light into darkness.
The only thing that hadn't changed was her distinctive appearance as a Light Elf.
She had lost all her memories. Her instincts drove her, and she wanted to see the Demon King.
Perhaps this was the only reason she had fallen into darkness: she was obsessed with the Demon King and worshipped him.
"Raise your head," the Demon King said to her.
Cecily looked up reverently, but at that moment a killing intent seized control of her. She wanted to...
kill the Demon King.
The Demon King stood high above all. His demonic eyes seemed able to see through everything.
He allowed the exceptional Cecily to stay by his side, despite her ugly Light Elf appearance.
Until the Fallen Elf he trusted drew blood from his neck with a knife.
He gave a quiet laugh. "If this is what you wish, I will make it happen."
Many original settings, with a serious tone.
Theme: We are all the same.
It's been a day, the teacher must have written 100,000 words 😚