They were lovers in their first lives.
Total strangers in their second.
Enemies in their third.
A devil from the deepest and darkest areas of hell.
An angel purest of all angels.
Falling in love with each other was their biggest mistake.
"My lady!" A red-haired man cried to a blacked- hair lady.
"Lord! I've been waiting for you! What took you so long! I was worried that your family realised what we were going to do!" The lady replied anxiously.
"Sorry, my dove," The man said, using his pet name for her, "I was held back..."
"It's all right. What matters is that you are here now." She said, putting down the luggage she was carrying to hug her lover.
"GET THEM! THEY'RE PLANNING TO ELOPE! A NUN AND THE DEVIL OF THE ASAKURAS!" The nuns from the church, along with the villagers, that Jeanne had been living in were running after the two lovers.
The man grabbed the lady's hand and started to run. They ran and ran.
"Love! I can't run anymore..."
"My love! I won't abandon you! You can do it!"
"No, I can't! They're catching up!"
"I love you." The man said, stopping finally. The lady back away.
"Run. I'll surrender back to the church."
"No."
"Leave. I'm just a simple girl. You are a powerful shaman. Win the shaman tournament. And come back for me."
"But..."
"No buts. I'll just interfere with your goal to being the shaman king. Go."
The man lowered his head and ran away.
The lady was caught by the villagers and was put to death.
She was hung in the village square.
The man was watching with his many comrades.
He was crying.
His comrades had never seen their master cry.
There he made a vow.
"I will kill all of humanity. To avenge my precious dove, even if it takes all my lives."
The man was Hao, second to the devil.
The lady was Jeanne, the purest of all angels.
Loving each other, also ensured their hatred for each other.