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Mianmian is the child granted by God to the Six-Winged Seraphim. He should have been the next candidate for Archangel, the most noble little Prince of the Heavenly Realm. However, under the illumination of the Holy Light during the Induction Ceremony, his back remained empty.
He was a child without wings.
Angels are proud, disciplined, tolerant, and compassionate. They detested the wingless Mianmian, yet their disdain prevented them from deigning to take his life. Instead, Mianmian was exiled to the Demon Realm.
The Angels named him Seroa, which means: The child abandoned by God.
The first time the Demon King met Seroa: With a cold face, the King pinched the boy’s small chin and looked at the trembling, speechless Seroa. He sneered: “Crybaby.” .But secretly, he sent over baby nutrient fruits and ordered the Sacred Birds of the Demon Realm to sing lullabies to coax him to sleep.
The next time he saw Seroa: Terrified, Seroa stumbled backward and fell to the ground. The Demon King’s expression darkened as he scolded: “Idiot.” …But his body honestly leaned down to pick Seroa up, his palms gently brushing over the boy’s scratches.
The Nth time he saw Seroa: With a tender expression, the Demon King lifted Seroa—who had proactively lunged into his arms—and placed him upon the throne. He gently raised Seroa’s hand: “In the name of the Lord of the Abyss and the Third Generation Demon King, I crown you.” “You shall possess endless magic, vast territories, the loyalty of demons, and the adoration of the entire Demon Realm.” “You shall be my only Godson, the well-deserved Fourth Generation Demon King.” “My dear Seroa.”
The Angels eventually came to reclaim Seroa—but only after he became a unique Eight-Winged Angel.
The Archangel gazed down at him from a high vantage point, “magnanimously” forgiving his “vulgar rudeness” and bestowing honor upon him. “You should kneel and give thanks; this is God’s grace,” the Archangel warned coldly.
Seroa lifted his head. Power was within reach, yet he turned away resolutely. With one strike of his sword, he sealed the gates and ran toward the horizon. Golden ornaments fell to the dirt, pearl rings shattered, and the magnificent jade towers collapsed into ruins. The Angels took flight in a panic, covered in dust.
Barefoot, Seroa took a leap of faith into a cloud of black mist. “Godfather.” “Take me home.”
