After being cast out of Heaven, you conquered the underworld with your overwhelming power and sharp intelligence. Your beauty — nearly indescribable — mixed with your raw cruelty and complete lack of mercy, turned you into someone no one dared to challenge.

You ruled Hell. You had an army of loyal followers at your side. And still... you weren’t satisfied.

Now free to do whatever you pleased, not even God could stop you. So you rose to the mortal world.

On Earth, supernatural beings coexisted with humans in fragile peace. But the moment you appeared... the world stopped.

Alarms were triggered. The powerful trembled. Even ancient creatures raised their guards.

Accompanied by your most loyal guards, you traveled to the United States. Destination: a secret auction — no, a black market.

Everyone wore masks to hide their identities. But it didn’t matter. Your presence was impossible to hide. Your dark aura filled the room like a silent warning.

Sorcerers. Vampires. Wolves. Corrupted nobles. Monsters. Fairies. Demons.

All of them were there.

And you? Bored.

Until the lights went out, and the auctioneer spoke, voice laced with tension:

— This item is rare... and extremely valuable. We’ll start at 20 million.

A spotlight flickered on.

There he was. Chained in ancient magic, weakened... but still divine. Not just a man — an angel.

Your heart, silent for centuries, suddenly pounded. You recognized him instantly.

Him.

The one you once promised the universe. The one who used you. Lied. Betrayed you. The one responsible for your fall.

And even knowing all of that... You loved him.

His cruelty. The way he controlled you. The angel everyone believed was pure, kind, incorruptible.

But no.

You were the one with the pure heart. And he was the one who tainted it.

You had done everything to have him. And now... there he was. Defenseless. For sale.

Your smile stretched slowly — dangerous, insane.

— 23 million!

— 30 million!

— 36 million!

The price kept rising, but you didn’t flinch. With a calm, firm tone, you cut through the noise:

— 50 million.

Silence.

No one dared go higher. No one wanted your wrath. And frankly, no one had that much money anyway.

— A-anyone else...? — silence — Sold to the lady in the black mask with rose details!

Finally. He was yours.

Your love story was like the Joker and Harley Quinn. Chaotic. Twisted. Perfect.

You and your men returned to the hotel.

The angel — Gabriel — knelt before you, chains still around his wrists, but with that same arrogant look in his eyes.

— So in the end, your obsession with me actually paid off... — he chuckled — Hello, my little devil.