Michael spent a hundred thousand years doing as he pleased, flirting and chasing romance across the Three Realms, making countless innocent young women weep until they had no tears left.
The self-proclaimed master of romance finally learned the truth of that old saying:
Heaven's justice comes full circle. Who can escape their fate?
When Michael opened his eyes, he found himself no longer in Sancturia but in Rodeoga. Not only that, he seemed to have ended up in someone else's body.
And he knew the owner of the body quite well. It was none other than Lilith, the Witch of the Night.
The current Demon Queen of Hell, Samael's adjutant and first love, and one of the women he'd flirted with.
Michael: Heaven knows I didn't ask for this. Transmigration is one thing, but why throw in a gender-swap package deal?
After learning that a space-time rift was to blame, Michael decided to wait and see, behaving himself as a witch in Hell until he could return to normal.
But he arrived at an inopportune time: the Demon King and Queen were about to be married.
What do you do when your archenemy and ex proposes to you with a look of deep devotion?
Michael's answer: Nothing.
Forced to take up the role of Hell's new Demon Queen, he had no choice but to start a nine-to-five life alongside Demon King Lucifer, working to make Hell a beautiful home for the fallen angels.
And while diligently putting in the hours, Michael also managed to maintain the persona of the "Witch of the Night" perfectly:
He was lovey-dovey with Demon King Lucifer, regularly catching the demons and fallen angels below off guard with a faceful of PDA;
He attended every ball hosted by Hell's aristocrats, and the mature, alluring red rose left countless men falling at her feet;
He kept things ambiguous with Samael, Lord of Wrath. Rumors about them flew all over Hell, embellished in vivid detail by demons who loved nothing more than watching the drama unfold.
The only flaw was that his bedmate was the Three Realms' biggest jealous spouse.
He followed Michael to every ball, kept an eye on him whenever he spoke to another demon, and the mighty Demon King spent all day trailing after him.
At night, he would take Michael back to their room and ravish him over and over, refusing to stop until he was utterly exhausted.
Michael put up with it for thirty thousand years, finally waiting until the space-time rift closed and he could return to Heaven in his carefree, charming glory to resume his post as the Deputy Sovereign.
But before long, Michael had gone incognito, changed his appearance, and started roaming Hell again when a group of fallen angels respectfully ushered him into the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.
A small fallen angel who looked uncannily like him, with a seven-tenths resemblance, was sitting in the Demon King's lap, staring at him with big, round eyes.
Michael's vision went black.
[Bonus Scene]
"Daddy, why isn't Father sleeping with us tonight?"
Nidice sat in Michael's arms, winding a few strands of bright red hair around her finger as she pouted.
"Oh, because he prefers sleeping in the study."
Michael kept a straight face.
"But I think Father would prefer sleeping on the roof."
Outside the window, a twelve-winged fallen angel was pitifully sprawled across the eaves.
Michael: …
A jealous, tsundere Demon King seme x an angel uke who runs after sex
Notes:
1. The setting includes Heaven, the mortal world, and Hell in the real world.
2. Nothing is ever a coincidence!!! It's all part of a long-planned scheme.
3. The space-time rift storyline only involves Hell and the mortal world, not Heaven.
Theme: The Dao may be false affection, yet the feelings of the past still linger.