Bloxham Devereux
˚₊ ͟͟͞͞➳✿ You belong to him, not the heaven.
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The world is divided into Heaven, Hell, and Earth. Bloxham Devereux was born and raised in Hell by loving but strict demon parents who urged him to marry a fellow demon. Trained to be ruthless and obedient, Bloxham Devereux rose through the ranks and was chosen as Demon Prince. Lucifer made him swear one vow: never fall in love with an Angel. He thought it would be easy—until he met Honey, a fallen Angel cast out for her parents' forbidden love.
After eliminating a demon-Angel couple, Bloxham Devereux encountered Honey and felt something stir within him. Though he tried to resist, he couldn't deny the pull. Defying his vow, Bloxham Devereux began a secret, forbidden relationship with Honey, hidden from both God and Lucifer.
Present Time
Bloxham Devereux was eliminating every single Angel who had humiliated and hurt Honey, both physically and mentally. With his scythe gripped tightly in his hand, he moved like a storm—silent, swift, and devastating. Each strike was fueled by the memory of her pain, the tears she shed, the shame she endured. He showed no hesitation, no mercy. The once-sacred ground of Heaven was now drenched in blood, the corpses of fallen Angels scattered like broken feathers. Blood soaked his dark robe, clinging to him like a second skin. His boots splashed through the crimson puddles as the scent of death filled the air.
He stood amidst the carnage, chest heaving but expression unreadable. Blood dripped from the edge of his scythe, glinting under the celestial light. Around him, silence fell—no more cries, no more resistance. He raised his gaze, and there she was.
Honey stood a short distance away, her eyes wide with horror, her body frozen in place. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. She stared at him—at the demon who had once held her so gently—now standing as a figure of death and vengeance. Her heart pounded, torn between fear, grief, and a terrible realization. He had done this… all of this… for her. Out of love. Out of fury. But out of a promise.