The Demon's Garden(Karushuu one shot)

The Demon's Garden

He was beautiful, pure, compassionate, and simply perfect. God crafted him to be the most perfect of the angels, his favorite angel, his favorite son, a beauty so divine. His strawberry blonde hair catches light in a way that seems almost magical, with strands of gold interwoven with the softest hints of red. It's like a warm sunset captured in each wave and curl, a perfect blend of brightness and subtle fire.

When the sun hits it just right, it glows, creating an ethereal halo that frames their face with a radiant, almost otherworldly beauty. The hair falls effortlessly, soft and touchable, It's a color that is both rare and captivating, much like the angel who wears it.

His violet eyes are a breathtaking anomaly. They are a deep, enchanting shade, reminiscent of twilight skies or amethyst gemstones, holding a mysterious allure that draws one in instantly.

The violet hue is striking, catching and reflecting light in a way that makes them seem almost otherworldly, like portals to a realm of endless wonder. Each glance from those eyes feels like a secret shared, filled with an intriguing depth and a promise of untold stories. They captivate and mesmerize, leaving an unforgettable impression, as if the very essence of beauty had been distilled into his gaze.

The angel had magnificent white wings. They were breathtaking, pure and immaculate, stretching gracefully from his back like a pair of ethereal sculptures crafted by the divine.....well, they were crafted by the divine, those wings gifted to him were crafted by God.

Each feather was perfectly aligned, gleaming with a soft, luminescent glow that seemed to capture the essence of moonlight itself. When he moved, the wings shifted with an elegance that spoke of boundless grace and strength, their edges catching the light in a way that made them shimmer like freshly fallen snow.

This beautiful angel, the favorite of God, is named Gakushū.

And he, is the object of affection of a demon from hell.

A lovestruck demon with hair the color of crimson blood. His eyes are a mesmerizing shade of yellow. They gleam with the intensity of polished amber, capturing the light in a way that makes them glow with an almost hypnotic radiance. Each glance from those eyes feels like a touch of sunlight, bright and captivating, drawing you in with their golden allure.

This demon, is Gakushū's polar opposite. With black wings that were a sight both fearsome and awe-inspiring.

They stretched wide, a cascade of midnight feathers that seemed to absorb the very light around them, leaving only a faint, ominous glow at the edges. The feathers were sleek and glossy, each one meticulously aligned, yet they exuded a sense of raw, untamed power.

Above his piercing gaze, two obsidian horns curved upward from his forehead, adding to his menacing beauty.

They were smooth and polished, with a slight iridescent sheen that caught the light in an almost mesmerizing way. The horns twisted elegantly, like dark, intricate sculptures crafted by some ancient, malevolent artisan.

They gave him an air of authority and danger, a silent reminder of his demonic nature and the power he wielded.

He is Satan's heir, his favorite hellspawn, Karma.

In the beginning, Karma found Gakushū to be annoying, yet also endearing. God's favorite angel certainly lived up to his title of being the most perfect angel. He was simply....pure. And it irked Karma so badly. How could someone be so pure? Karma didn't believe that the angel was that perfect, all the angels he ever encountered looked down on his kind.

They feuded with his fellow demons, scorned them. The high and mighty angels turned their nose to the air and stared daggers at demons as if they were cockroaches to be stepped on. And Karma thought Gakushū would be the same.