Being popular in the school is tiring sometimes. People keep following him, tries to stalk him, even a bit of his life is not comfortable to live.

Leaving a big sigh, he got up from his bed moving the comfortable quail from his body. Hanging his leg outside the bed, he yawned.

He is sleepy now. He almost finished two chapter of that big fat vintage book. His curiosity fuel his energy though his body is not supporting him anymore.

"Why people are so quiet today?"

Realising the pin drop silence through the whole situation, he got up from bed and took the book to keep it on table.

Gazing the clock, he saw its 8 only. But the silence made the situation seem like it's midnight.

"You stay here let me watch out"

Keeping "The dark grimoire" on table, his steady feet followed the window of the room.

The silence was howling. Tonight is the night when silence howls and shiver creeps.

The steps on the floor was so loud but it was not over audible than the sound of heartbeat. Felt like feet was creep towards the window. Something is attracting and as well as obstructing him from opening the window.

His frozen hands reached the window bar and after hesitating for couple of times, he finally managed to open the glass door, moving the curtains.

His curious and scared pupils looked at the outside .

"Goddamn! Today is The blue lunar eve. I almost forgot!"

The lost thought knocked his mind when he saw the big round blue moon shinning on the surface of dark sky. Some clouds were covering the moon slightly.  

He couldn't took his eyes of that blue moon. It seems like every time he watch the blue moon, it hypnotises him. The way it spreads its light all over, an angelic atmosphere is being created.

But how they think that such demon lures it? I mean how such angelic atmosphere is the coming bell of a demon?

His gaze averted abruptly from the moon to the street. No ones there, not even a dog. Street lights are off but the streets are illuminated with the blue moonlight.

His eyes caught a couple walking on the street, causing her eyebrows frown. Normally, no one seems to be out in the streets this day, but that couple seemed drunk.

Gradually, their figures disappeared as they kept walking to the other side. Many questions keep storming in his mind. He is searching for all those answers but couldn't get them.

His gaze again went to the moon. His curious mind was now filled with a different kind of thing. He was thinking and cursing himself for losing his past memories. Something is related with that but he can't get the answer of this hard riddle without those memories.

Do such demon really exist? People are fearing it throughout the years, their lifetime is surrounded with this one fear. But I didn't even got any taste of its existence. This is being hard for me to believe now. How the demon from myth can be awakened after so many years? Why they are fearing without having even being harmed? Or is it Something that I don't know someone was harmed by that demon?

His cogitation was hampered with a sudden phone call. He jerked his shoulder towards the back and saw his phone is ringing on the bed.

Waking towards his bed, he took the phone. Watching the caller ID, he left a sigh and took the call.

"Seems like I have to hear a earful now again" he mumbled.

"Jeongguk! Don't to dare to open the window and look at the moon today!"
The person from the other side almost yelled.

"Fine Taehyung! I am not doing that"
He shrugged it off.

"I don't believe you at all! Just stop your mind being such curious it may harm YOU!"

"Yah! Don't yell at me, what is bad being curious?"

"This curiosity once doomed you so don't give it a chance again"

His deep voice almost flinched him causing his mouth shut for a moment.

"O-Okay don't worry just go to sleep now "

Jeongguk Hanged up the call and closed the window.

My curiosity increased hearing that once my curiosity doomed me.

He jumped on his bed with his phone and quenching the thirst of his curiosity, searched the thing he is being trying to know since years.

"The Lullaby Demon"

Typing it in the search bar, his fingers tapped the button search praying in mind that some update may come in the informations.

The Lullaby Demon

Also known as the sleep snatcher, nightmare demon and so on.

Mainly known as demon from the myths, that used to take souls to quench it's heart content through lullaby's.

After a certain event from a time being , almost before 5-6 years ago people started to believe that the lullaby demon is awakened and "The Blue Lunar Eve" is one of the day of it's snatching the souls away.

He kept scrolling the page while reading the same old information he used to get throughout the years.

He kept reading them again in order to find something new between the clues.

AND BOOM!

He saw an article about that certain event before 5-6 years, he quickly clicked that article.

But suddenly his phone started glitching and the whole news page became not found.

"What the fuck was that!" He cursed his phone and threw it on the table.

No, it's not the first time. He is been doing this for a time being which caused his precious and poor phone a big heartbreak and bad physical broke.

He left a deep sigh on his own temper and went to table. He took the broken parts in his hands.

"Okay I am sorry. This was the last time I swear"

He closed his eyes and mumbled a spell.

And the phone turned into its old version again. He is been repairing his phone like this with magic from the last 2/3 times.

This was the spell of turning the thing into its old version mainly used for some researches.

But he learned it from his different collections of magic books and used it in such an useless way.

"See you are alright now!"

He chuckled and sat on the chair in front of table checking that everything's fine in the phone or not.

While checking the phone his gaze averted unwittingly into his sketch book. The copies were messed. So he took them and kept them in an order.

But the first sketch copy his hand was holding, gave a shiver down his spine. His breathe was kinda hitched, he was feeling an unknown kind of feeling in him. He didn't even understand that it is something positive or negative.

This sketches are bothering him throughout the months. That specific sketch held his precise hand not to sketch anymore.

He tried to shrug off the matter thinking many things in life stayed mysterious and unanswered. But again after some months the same question aroused in his mind giving his heart slight quiver.

"Why it is always the same one?"

A/N: So yeah I updated this story! This is my very first time trying with some plot like this. Please do let me know, how you feel reading this and always feel comfortable to mark my mistakes. Love from the author❤️