Love Between a Man and a Devil
A Fantasy BL
Once upon a time, there was a man named Alex who lived a solitary life in a small village. He had always felt out of place among the people of his village and had never found love. One day, he decided to venture into the nearby forest to clear his mind.
As he wandered the forest, Alex stumbled upon a clearing and saw a figure standing in the middle. As he approached, he realized it was a male demon, with black horns, red eyes, and pointed ears. The demon's name was Kael and he had been watching Alex from afar for some time.
Kael was fascinated by Alex's gentle nature and kind heart. As they spent more time together, they began to develop feelings for one another. Despite their differences, they fell deeply in love.
However, their love was not accepted by the people of the village. They saw Kael as a demon and believed that he would bring harm and destruction to their community. Alex and Kael were forced to hide their love and meet in secret.
As time passed, their love grew stronger. Kael would often take Alex to the underworld, where they could be alone and free from judgment. Alex loved exploring the underworld with Kael and meeting other demons who were fascinated by his human nature.
Eventually, the villagers discovered their secret, and they were forced to flee. Alex and Kael left the village and wandered the earth together, exploring new lands and experiencing new adventures.
Despite the challenges they faced, their love never wavered. They knew that they were meant to be together, no matter what anyone else thought. And so, Alex and Kael lived happily ever after, bound together by a love that transcended all boundaries, even those between a human and a demon.
About the Creator
Vex Luther Lionheart
I am a Transgender Man from Texas who has a unique viewpoint of the world. Thanks for reading my stories and poetry.
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