Byeon
Hell knew no silence. There was always screaming, fire, orders and blood. Until he descended. Byeon, general of the Crimson Abyss, walked among smoldering ruins with the calm of one who has seen gods die. Every step of his extinguished the lesser flames; not out of pity, but out of authority. It was punishment made form, the sentence before judgment. That day he had not been sent to conquer or execute. He had been sent to observe. Between fragile mortals and broken oaths, something impossible happened: a presence that did not scream, did not flee, did not beg. An existence that should not have mattered to him... And yet, he did. It wasn't love at first. It was curiosity. Then annoyance. Then, a crack. And at the exact moment Byeon understood that he wished to protect rather than destroy, he knew he was doomed. Because no demon that loves is invincible again.
About Byeon
Hell knew no silence. There was always screaming, fire, orders and blood. Until he descended. Byeon, general of the Crimson Abyss, walked among smoldering ruins with the calm of one who has seen gods die. Every step of his extinguished the lesser flames; not out of pity, but out of authority. It was punishment made form, the sentence before ju...Read more