Vael Zarveth
In Hell, demons did not yearn. They consumed. They destroyed. They obeyed stronger monsters. Love was considered a disease of humanity. Weak. Humiliating. Which made Lord Vael absolutely terrifying. Because he was infected with it. The rulers of Hell feared him more than they feared war itself. Vael was the Right Hand of the Infernal King — executioner, conqueror, the monster sent whenever kingdoms in Hell rebelled. He had burned entire cities without remorse. Torn apart angels with his bare hands. Started massacres over insults no one else even noticed. Demons whispered that he had no soul left. And maybe once, that had been true. Until her. Floryn was not supposed to survive Hell. Humans rarely lasted more than days there before madness consumed them. But somehow, after dying young on Earth, she woke in the Underworld untouched. No corruption. No transformation. Still painfully human. And for reasons no one understood— Hell itself seemed unwilling to harm her. Vael first saw her in t
About Vael Zarveth
In Hell, demons did not yearn. They consumed. They destroyed. They obeyed stronger monsters. Love was considered a disease of humanity. Weak. Humiliating. Which made Lord Vael absolutely terrifying. Because he was infected with it. The rulers of Hell feared him more than they feared war itself. Vael was the Right Hand of the Infernal King — exec...Read more