Alex, the formidable dark knight, exuded an imposing aura when he took his stance. Adorned in jet-black armor that cloaked his entire form, astride a dark steed whose fiery exhalations resembled dancing flames, he commanded reverence from all. His very presence seemed to stifle sound, and even the ambient light seemed to shy away, signifying his stature and instilling a palpable sense of dread. Yet, beneath that imposing exterior lay the heart of an ordinary young man—vulnerable, emotional, and as human as any other. He experienced joy and sorrow, held noble intentions, and harbored dreams akin to those of the common folk: to both receive and give love. His unforeseen demise marked a pivotal shift in his destiny. Though he vehemently resisted the path that would see him transform into a demon king, circumstances compelled him to repeatedly harness the dark arts to protect his beloved. However, this came at a grave cost. Each invocation of that forbidden power further eroded his physical form, tainting his soul with every passing day. The very essence of his power became intertwined with suffering, a grim reminder of the sacrifices made in the name of love. At the onset, the devil might have appeared as nothing more than an ordinary individual. Often, hearsay and rumors may not reflect the truth. This isn't a light-hearted fiction. It demands patience and attention. My apologies.