Searching for my beloved

Chapter 27: ML's POV 01

I, the son of Satan, was once saved by an angel! How humiliating! That mediocre angel girl looked at me with so much pity; if I had even a tiny bit of strength, I would have gouged her eyes out right then and there.

I, Lucifer, have never been pitied. But I must confess, that pity saved my life. Angels and demons are natural enemies, always watching each other for weaknesses like hawks. Any tiny disturbance can spark a full-scale war. I have participated in such wars frequently. My father has very strict requirements for me, and I have grown numb to his indifference.

As always, I was fighting archangels in one of these wars. Demons are infamous for their underhanded tactics, but I am different. I believe that using such tactics is beneath me. Every demon calls me arrogant, but I am simply confident in my strength.

I love to infiltrate the enemy's ranks and then violently dismantle them. This has earned me immense respect among demons and instilled fear in angels. My participation in this war has sent shockwaves through the ranks of high-level combatant angels, giving them headaches.

They consulted with Michael, the archangel of war, who devised a spectacular strategy. If executed properly, they could capture me and bargain with my father for a long time. Michael, however, could not join the battle for fear of disrupting the balance, so he sent his student, Cael, a lower-level archangel.

Cael was proficient in warfare and executed his teacher's strategy flawlessly. But he was up against me. It wasn't easy to trap me. I am Satan's son, trained rigorously under his guidance. I managed to escape, but not unscathed.

I wanted to return to Hell, but the angels were prepared. With no other option, I was forced to flee to Heaven. The guards of Heaven are strict, but in wartime, chaos reigns. I changed my appearance and aura to resemble that of an angel and sneaked past the guards amidst a crowded parade returning from war.

Once inside, I discreetly separated from the crowd; angels are aloof creatures and hardly noticed me. I entered a place that resembled a forest, but after crossing some distance, I fainted from my injuries.

When I awoke, my surroundings had changed. I found myself placed in a simple wooden bed in a treehouse, covered by a thin quilt. I noticed my disguise had partially changed; one white wing had turned black, and in place of my overhead light ring, there were a pair of black horns. I looked like a fallen angel.

I was horrified by my transformation. Angels were very strict with fallen angels. They captured them and threw them into dungeons. Sometimes, they held public trials for them and killed them in front of all the angels. But if, by any chance, I changed back into my original form, my fate would be far worse.

I silently wondered why I was in a treehouse and who had brought me here. Suddenly, an ordinary-looking angel girl entered the room, stunned to see me awake. Then a pretty smile bloomed on that ordinary face, a real smile that touched her eyes.

If you looked into her eyes, the more you looked, the more captivating they became. I was stumped for a moment. Then vigilance rose in my mind.

I shakily asked who she was and why she had brought me there. Her answer stumped me again. The traces of injury were evident on my body. She felt pity for me and thought to treat me first, then inquire about my crime.

I asked if she was always so foolish or if her mind had suddenly malfunctioned. Was she like that with everyone?

She smiled again, silently tending to my wounds, then lectured me about moral integrity for some time. Her voice was pleasant, her speech coherent, smart, and pure. My opinion of angels was that they were arrogant, calculating, and selfish. I never believed her motives were anything but pure.

I am Lucifer. Those injuries were nothing to me. Just some rest, and they would heal easily. But I had to admit that angel's Healing magic was powerful. Whatever….

I was curious. Who was she? Why, despite being an angel, was she so different? I had to know her motives.

I was fully healed by then. However, in front of her, I pretended to be seriously hurt. One evening, as she was leaving, I followed her silently. She was not very old, her magical power was mediocre, and she was not a warrior either. She would never be able to perceive my presence.

So here she lived. It was a small house, but beautiful and cozy, not like our cold, lifeless palace. Should I peek inside? Yes, of course. I followed her to learn more about her.

First, I had to know how many members lived in this house. If some powerful angel sensed my presence, that would be bothersome. I extended my probing consciousness carefully to feel for any other angels in the house. But it seemed she lived alone. Perfect.

I entered her house. She was nowhere to be seen. Where was she? Her room was nicely decorated, huh… just like a little girl’s. Did she think she was a kid?

Her bookshelf was interesting, though; she read too many books. I had always hated reading. What was the fun in it? Just practice with a sword… what an exhilarating feeling.

At that moment, she came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a white bathrobe, nothing else. I just looked at her.

Actually, her figure was perfectly proportionate. It looked like she was glowing, a pure aura surrounding her body.

Suddenly, an irresistible urge crept up within me—to hug her, to envelop that petite body with my powerful form, as if claiming her.

I was stumped by my own thoughts. What was I thinking? I should collect information about her calmly. Why was I fantasizing about her body?

I hurriedly left her room. Her house had only three bedrooms: one was hers, one looked like it belonged to her parents, and another might be a guest room. This house didn’t have any trace of males; somehow, I felt relieved by it. But why?

Lucifer… it looked like your brain had malfunctioned!

******Lucifer

Author's note: Hei my lovely readers, do you guys like this suprise? Now you'll know about our mysterious ML 😉