There were times when he was so scared of that one sacred word. He had been living as a demon for two hundred years, and not even once did he hear something about a demon falling in love with other demons or even with humans.
And what was the reason for that? It was because demons were naturally born with hatred inside their hearts, and there was no room for something cliche like 'love.'
Demons didn't need 'love' to stay alive, and they only needed a bunch of hatred and humans' sin to remain alive.
Love wasn't something common in the demon world, and when Gizach suddenly mentioned the word 'love,' Azren's body got tense.
"You're not that stupid, are you? You won't try to offend our king by falling in love with a human, right?"
Two other questions came out of Gizach's lips, but the blonde continued to form a line with his thin lips. There was no reaction on his face, and no words were coming out of his lips either.
His memory wandered...
