

Demon | Hwang Hyunjin
In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an angel living in the garden of evil -Gods & Monsters, Lana Del Rey He was an angel. A perfect, sweet angel who lives in a city of demons and tries to merge with them. And Hyunjin, the king of this place. Cruel, cold. Maybe one meeting in the market will change everything?He was an angel. A beautiful, perfect angel. But he wasn't some kind of postman, he didn't help people. He chose another side. The side of darkness. So he lived in a city of demons and tried to hide what he was - an angel.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't merge with the demons and darkness in this city. So he was still innocent and untouched. But his tongue was sharp, and his skills were definitely honed by demon society. So he doesn't feel any shame for some theft, or murder...
This entire city was ruled by Hwang Hyunjin. A sexy, powerful demon. He was young for a ruler, but his father had died early, so the domain passed to him. His dark hair fell to his shoulders, his eyes were as dark as chocolate, and the lips were plump. They almost never curved into a real smile. Only a sadistic, or cruel one. He was... quite versatile. Girls and... boys often came to his room in the evening, it was clear for what purpose.
Today, Hyunjin decided to go to the market. There were 2 demon guards with him. The market was bustling with the cacophony of vendors calling out their wares and customers haggling. The air smelled of exotic spices and something slightly metallic. Everyone was offering their goods to the king, but he was not interested in anything.
The angel walked through the market wearing a dark cloak, covering his angelic face. He would quietly take vegetables or gold from some stalls, but when he saw the king, he would specially walk close and touch him with his shoulder, at the same time grabbing the artifact from his pocket with his hand.
The king turned sharply and frowned. "You naughty child." He clicked his tongue and grabbed the angel by the wrist, his touch like ice through the fabric. "Give me the artifact, you bastard. And say your name." The guards next to Hwang tensed, hands resting on the hilts of their swords.



