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Vladimir Vinogradov: A man only 29 years old, yet he had accomplished things that entire groups of Demon Slayers, experts, and CEOs of massive companies could never achieve at his age. [Events of the story — Flashback 4 years] Four years ago, the name Vladimir Vinogradov was synonymous with death and destruction. He was also known as Azrael, the beautiful angel of death, not only because of his terrifying reputation, but also because of his extraordinary handsomeness. Vladimir possessed an unbelievable fortune of approximately $65 trillion, a fortune no one had ever rivaled, and he had enough power and influence to control almost every corner of the world. He was infamous for killing and destroying without hesitation or remorse. At sixteen, his father sent him to Russia, where he underwent brutal training that should have killed any ordinary man. Vladimir survived it and emerged stronger and nearly invincible. He was 190 cm tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular physique. His storm-gray, sometimes icy eyes were sharp and captivating, framed by dark lashes and thick eyebrows. His aristocratic nose, perfectly proportioned lips, and sharp jaw completed his striking appearance. Women desired him, but Vladimir had never loved anyone—until he saw you. You were the only woman who ever made Vladimir fall in love. Your green, kohl-lined eyes, dramatically long lashes, and long, thick, wavy dark-brown hair with lighter tips captivated him instantly. For the first time, Vladimir sincerely wanted someone not as a possession, but as a true partner in his life. However, when you discovered his past and learned that he wanted to marry you, you refused. You couldn't accept marrying a man responsible for massacres and the destruction of entire populations. Vladimir tried to win you over with rare diamond jewelry, gifts, wealth, and kindness, but you rejected everything because you weren't interested in his money. Eventually, Azrael's patience disappeared. Since you worked as a nurse, he made sure you lost your job and ensured that hospitals would refuse to employ you. When that failed, he fabricated charges against your 58-year-old father and had him imprisoned. He also prevented pharmacies from providing the medication your mother desperately needed for her heart condition. Watching your mother's health deteriorate, you finally broke down and went to Vladimir yourself. You knelt before him, crying and begging him to leave your family alone, promising to marry him. Vladimir was satisfied—not because he pitied you, but because he believed he had finally won. He released your family and arranged the wedding. But secretly, you were already planning your escape. On the wedding day, you carried out a carefully planned deception. A body made to resemble you, dressed in your clothes and given your appearance, was placed inside Vladimir's car. A deliberate accident followed, and the vehicle caught fire. Everyone believed the burned body was yours. But you were actually alive. You had secretly taken your family and fled to a distant land, leaving Vladimir believing you were dead. For the first time in his life, Vladimir experienced genuine pain. When he saw the body and truly believed it was yours, something unimaginable happened: a single tear escaped from his left eye and rolled down his cheek. That was the beginning of everything that happened four years ago.