This is the story of a thousand years ago, when the evil king, Allail, ruled the world of darkness, fell in love with a mere mortal.
The seemingly accidental first meeting had always occurred in the king's humble heart.
The beautiful woman was like a lone weeping goddess at the edge of a river of tears, her long, flowing hair waving in the breeze. The sadness in her face, her restlessness, emptiness made Allail's little heart tingle.
Unable to resist his desire to speak with her, Allail dared to approach her from behind, surprised that no one else knew the place.
Slowly, their relationship grew closer, the seed of love had grown towering in her heart to him until finally, Allail had to accept that she was the messenger of the angel who wanted to die.
"Amone, is this what I'm hearing?" allail asked him not to believe what he had just heard.
"You fell for my trap, despicable devil, and now I'm gonna kill you very easily," said Angel Moore, the man who ordered Amone to ensnare Allail's heart and kill him.
Amone was crying her eyes out, she had fallen in love with allail, but she had to trap him because the angel had taken her sister as collateral.
"Amone, has our relationship been a sham? Was that a false assumption? Answer amone! When our lips meet, when our skin touches, when our heart beats in the same rhythm, is it all a charade?" said Allail until the ring he has prepared to propose to Amone falls from his hand. "As I came here to bind our undying love, who would have thought I'd be in so perfect pain, you great Amone, great!" continued allail with his frustely face applauding.
"Allail, I'm sorry," Amone tried to explain to allail but in the blink of his neck was shackled by the angel Moore with a rope.
"Amone!" Allail is approaching. "Let her go, Moore! It's your business with me," he says to Moore.
Moore grinned as he looked at the sky, "it's about time."
The clear sky at that time slowly became black. One thunder after another, the deafening sound of thunder mingled into one.
"What are you working for - aggrrh, KGGH!" One by one a long iron pierced every corner of Allail's body.
"Hhh, hhh, mo-ore! Let go of the all-lail," said a stammered grimace pleading with Moore.
"You are done, for now, Allail, and I will lock you up in an eternal furnace so you cannot see the world again, and the world of darkness will fall into the hands of the angels, haha, haha," Moore said, proud of its success.
"How is this? Allail shall be confined in the eternal furnace, he shall not escape forever, whereas his subjects in the darkness cannot live without their king, what shall I do?" Amone thought hard as he held her last breath slowly fading away.
"You're of no use to me anymore!" Moore's eyes on Amone had stopped breathing it, cruelly tossed Amone into the river water.
"Amoooneee!" Allail shouted at the sight of the body of the woman he loved was lifeless.
"No one's your heart Moore! I swear I will avenge this atrocity, I swear by the demon king before me, I will repay you until you kneel for mercy under my feet!"
The heavens shed tears as they followed the oath of Allail of that time, wreaking thunders and thunders, thundering and rising gales, Allail began to lose the human nature he had kept in close company with Amone.
"Hiyaaaa, graaaa!" Allail roared and screamed, his ferocious soul began to take over his body and mind.
"Quickly Moore, lock him in the furnace before it's too late!" demanded one of the angels who had stabbed Allail's body at the time.
Moore nodded, and immediately opening the fireplace allowed allail to fit into it.
All of a sudden, "KGGHH." Blood flowed from Moore's body, he had been stabbed by Amone who turned out to be the goddess of the river.
Amone's face was not what it used to be, her clothes were changing, her eyes reflected light, and her personality was very different from the previous one.
"You, KGGH, aren't you dead?" asked Moore astonished to see Amone breathing and even more powerful than himself.
Moore, who had lost so much blood, eventually collapsed, and then Amone slowly approached the out-of-control Allail while taking eternity from Moore's hands.
Sraatt!
Amone plunged the knife into allail's heart and regained consciousness.
"A-a-mon-ne, y-you still alive?" asked Allail stampeding as he held back the tramp of blood gushing from his chest and the other hand that tried to touch his girlfriend's face.
Amone didn't speak, she only cried at that time in the form of her goddess.
"A-mo-ne?" The na-p-" Allail's hand fell, he breathed his last on Amone's lap.
"Allail, go to sleep for a while, I'll bring you back. Sleep my love!" say it with a kiss of Allail's lips that still feels warm to Amone's.
Amone set Allail's body on the ground and trapped Allail's spirit in the furnace, while his body sealed the hill of eternity.
"Allail, I hope that one day we will meet in the right way, not by false pretensions, not by betrayal and not as demon Kings and goddesses, but only as men and women who desire to make love and love sweet. But, I hope that when we meet up later, you don't know me, hiks, hiks. I don't want to put any more scars on your heart, we should forget each other!"
Amone finally stabbed herself that time for the SINS she had committed on the man she loved, and it all turned into karma.
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A thousand years later...
Lascrea! Your feet should be stretched a little bit, waist, thighs, buttocks, chin, all to the tune that is played." Her ballet instructor's orders.
"I'm tired, ma 'am. Let's take a short break," says Lascrea, sitting down and drinking a bottle of water.
"KGGH, what is this?" Lascrea held his chest in pain that day when he was 20 years old. "My hunch is not good."
Lascrea looked almost gray in the night sky without the appearance of a single star, her feathers chilled with a strong gust of wind.
"Oh!" Lascrea shouted as a strong wind hit her instantly, Lascrea turned away, and she was no longer in the gym but in a palace full of evil.
A tall man with long hair and a traditional dress was turned around, slowly turning around and as fast as a blink he was in front of Lascrea while pulling her hair down.
"Destiny is funny Amone, we meet again," says Allail, who has come out of his long sleep.