"While he was falling from Heaven, I was crawling out of Hell. This love was doomed from its very beginning."
No one is immune to Kim Taehyung's charms. Not even the devil's daughter...
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"There's a special place in Hell reserved just for me. It's called the throne."
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Author's POV
A slick 1962 Chevrolet Corvette pulled over in the middle of the busiest town square. The letters "FALLEN1" could be clearly read on the gleaming car plate.
Its door opened to reveal a tall, dashingly handsome man. He slid out of the driver's seat elegantly, flaunting an all-black luxurious Prada tailor-made suit.
A group of women down the street swung their heads in his direction, gushing over his incredibly charming appearance and his alluring midnight black eyes.
"Oh my god, look at him! Tall, dark and handsome, like in the movies!" one of the women whispered elatedly.
"He must be really rich, too!"
"Look at his suit!"
"Look at his Rolex!"
"Look at that ass!"
"What a handsome devil!"
The last one made him smirk.
He shook his head, his raven black hair flowing gracefully with the motion, and strutted down the busy boulevard. Neon lights flashed from every direction as people flooded the wide street, striding briskly with intent.
The man slowed down his pace to a leisure saunter, his eyes roaming his surroundings. He eventually came to a halt, his shoulders rising and dropping with a deep exhale as his eyelids closed over his eyes.
"Ah," he sighed. "It's so good to be back."
He resumed his walk as he made his way through the sea of people swarming the busy boulevard. Shouting coming from across the street caught his attention and his gaze landed upon a man standing on a chair, screaming something into a megaphone.
This piqued his interest as our handsome devil crossed the street lazily, not caring for the cars that were blaring their horns at him.
"THE DEVIL WALKS AMONG US!" the yelling became more clear now as he approached. "Repent for your sins or he will come for you!"
"You have no idea how right you are!" the dark-haired man exclaimed with a bright smile on his perfectly chiseled face.
The street preacher turned his wiild eyes to him, sweat covering every inch of his face as he regarded him with distrust.
"But what are you getting so worked up for?" the dark man went on. "You know if the devil himself comes after you, there's really nothing you could do."
Hostility coated the preacher's face as he extended an arm and pointed at the man.
"And you? Have you seen the face of the devil, son?"
