"You're the Devil's whore, my angel. He's too good for you. You deserve someone of your own ranks." The king chucked with a dark look in his eyes. A king. The Devil in person. A man consumed by anger and bloodlust and hatred. A woman. An angel from Heaven above. Coated in the sin of lust yet caressed with the virtue of peace. a choice forcing her to pick between her feelings, morals, and whom she thought was the love of her life. Her heart torn in two in hopes of not hurting the other but soon learning that in life, you could only have one thing. And that meant choosing between the love of her life and the man who was slowly, painfully stealing her heart.