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In the fiery depths of Hell, where flames never die and shadows whisper secrets, Min Yoongi ruled as the King of Hell. He was a powerful and dangerous being, able to do anything he desired. Yoongi had 7,000 wives, but only one was special to him. Her name was Yn, and she was the youngest and most beautiful of them all.

The other 6,999 wives were old now. Once, they were immortal, like Yoongi, but he took their powers away. They aged and became mortal, their lives slipping away bit by bit. One by one, they started to die, leaving Yoongi's palace quieter each day.

Yn was different. No one had ever seen her, but everyone in Hell talked about her. They said she was the most beautiful woman in Hell. Some believed she was an angel, captured by Yoongi.

Others whispered that he performed a dark ritual, asking Satan to create the most beautiful woman just for him. There were even rumors that Yoongi brought her from Earth and used black magic to make her immortal, like himself.

Yn lived hidden in the deepest parts of Yoongi's palace. Her beauty was legendary, a story told in hushed tones. No one knew the truth about her, except for Yoongi. He kept her away from everyone, protecting his precious treasure.

As the other wives continued to die, only Yn remained. Yoongi watched over her with a fierce, possessive love. His palace, once filled with the noise of many voices, grew silent. Now, it was just Yoongi and Yn, the most beautiful woman in Hell, hidden away from the world.
Min Yoongi sat on his dark throne, surrounded by the flickering light of the infernal flames.

His ministers, lesser demons who managed the various regions of Hell, gathered around him. They eyed him warily, knowing their king's temper could erupt like the fire around them.

"Yn's protection is my priority," Yoongi began, his voice cold and commanding. "We need to ensure she remains safe from any threat, inside or outside Hell."

One of the ministers, a demon with leathery wings and piercing red eyes, stepped forward. "Your Majesty, Yn is already hidden in the deepest part of the palace. No one knows where she is."

Yoongi's eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a snarl. "That's not enough. I want more. I want a ritual that will bind her protection to my very essence. If anything happens to her, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

The ministers exchanged nervous glances. Another demon, with scales covering his body, spoke up. "A ritual of that magnitude requires rare ingredients and powerful spells. It could be dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Yoongi's voice dripped with sarcasm. "I am the King of Hell. Do you think I fear danger? I will perform the ritual myself if needed. Nothing is more important than Yn's safety."

"Your Majesty," the winged demon said cautiously, "there are rumors that such a ritual could weaken your powers temporarily. If our enemies find out-"

"Let them try," Yoongi interrupted, his eyes blazing with fury. "Anyone who dares to challenge me will face a fate worse than death. My power is absolute, and I will not tolerate any threat to Yn."

The room fell silent, the ministers cowering under Yoongi's intense gaze. His obsession with Yn's safety was well-known, but this level of madness was new. Yet, none dared to question him further.

"I need the ritual prepared immediately," Yoongi ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Gather the ingredients and bring them to me. I will oversee every detail myself."

The ministers bowed and quickly left the throne room to carry out his commands. As they scurried away, Yoongi leaned back in his throne, his thoughts consumed by Yn. He would do anything to keep her safe. Anything.

In the dark silence of his throne room, Yoongi's mind raced. His fierce determination and cold resolve solidified his plans. Yn was his, and he would protect her at all costs, even if it meant risking everything he had built in Hell.

"I'll protect you, Yn," he whispered to the empty room, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "No matter what it takes."

The flames cast eerie shadows across the throne room as Min Yoongi sat in brooding silence. The large doors creaked open, and his most trusted minister, Namjoon, entered, his expression grave. Yoongi looked up, his eyes narrowing as he sensed the weight of the news Namjoon carried.

"Your Majesty," Namjoon began, his voice steady but low. "We have found the key ingredients for the ritual."

Yoongi leaned forward, his interest piqued. "And what are they?"

Namjoon hesitated for a moment before answering. "Human blood and human hair, Your Majesty."

Yoongi's reaction was immediate and fierce. He snarled, baring his teeth like a cornered beast, his eyes flashing with cold fury. "Human blood and hair?" he hissed. "Do you expect me to defile Yn's protection with such filth? Is this the best you can offer me, Namjoon?"

Namjoon held his ground, knowing his king's temper but also knowing the importance of the ritual. "Your Majesty, these are the necessary components. The ritual demands the essence of mortal life to create an unbreakable bond."

Yoongi stood abruptly, his presence towering and menacing. "There has to be another way," he growled, pacing in front of his throne. "I will not use human filth for Yn's protection. She deserves more. She deserves purity, not the tainted essence of mortals."

"Your Majesty," Namjoon tried to reason, "the ritual's power lies in these elements. They are vital for the spell's success. Without them, we risk-"

"Enough!" Yoongi's voice thundered through the room, cutting Namjoon off. "I don't care about the risks. I will not compromise Yn's safety with something so vile. Find another way, Namjoon. Do not come to me again with this nonsense."

Namjoon bowed his head, the weight of Yoongi's anger pressing down on him. "I understand, Your Majesty. I will continue the search for an alternative solution."

Yoongi stopped pacing and turned to face Namjoon, his expression fierce and unyielding. "You better. Because if you fail, the consequences will be dire. I will not tolerate failure when it comes to Yn."

Namjoon nodded, his mind already racing with possibilities. "I will find another way, Your Majesty. You have my word."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Yoongi sent Namjoon away. The doors closed behind him, leaving Yoongi alone once more. His anger simmered just below the surface, his thoughts a whirlwind of frustration and determination.

He would protect Yn, no matter the cost. But he would not taint her safety with the essence of mortals. There had to be another way, and Yoongi would find it. His obsession with her protection bordered on madness, but he didn't care. Yn was his, and he would do anything to keep her safe.

"Find another way, Namjoon," he muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty room. "For both our sakes."

The echoes of Yoongi's anger still lingered in the throne room when a sudden, piercing scream shattered the silence. Yoongi's head snapped up, his senses immediately alert. The screams grew louder, more desperate, mingling with the frantic shouts of women.

Without a moment's hesitation, Yoongi bolted from his throne, moving with supernatural speed. His heart pounded in his chest as he raced through the dark corridors of his palace, the flames around him flickering wildly in his wake.

He reached the center of the palace, the area confined by the most powerful barriers in the universe. This was where he kept Yn, his most prized possession, hidden away and protected from the world. The barriers were supposed to be impenetrable, a safeguard against any threat. Yet, the sight that greeted him was his worst nightmare.

In the center of the room, surrounded by the remains of his old wives, lay Yn. Her beautiful face was contorted in pain, her body wracked with violent convulsions as she vomited blood. The floor beneath her was stained with crimson, the sight tearing at Yoongi's heart.

"No!" Yoongi's voice was a roar of anguish as he rushed to her side. He knelt beside her, his hands trembling as he gently cradled her head. "Yn, look at me," he commanded, his voice a mixture of desperation and fury. "What happened? Who did this to you?"

Yn's eyes fluttered open, pain clouding her gaze. She struggled to speak, blood staining her lips. "Yoongi... I don't know... it hurts..."

Yoongi's mind raced. This couldn't be happening. Yn was supposed to be safe, protected by the most powerful magic he could muster. How had this happened? Who had dared to harm her?

"Hold on, Yn," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I'll fix this. I'll save you."

He looked around, his eyes blazing with a cold fury. "Namjoon!" he bellowed, his voice carrying through the palace. Within moments, Namjoon appeared, his face pale with worry.

"Your Majesty, what-"

"Find out who did this," Yoongi snarled, cutting him off. "I want them found and brought to me. Now."

Namjoon nodded and quickly left to carry out his orders, leaving Yoongi alone with Yn. Yoongi's mind raced as he held her, searching for a way to help her. The ritual, he realized. The ritual to protect her. It had to be done now, no matter the cost.

"Stay with me, Yn," Yoongi whispered, his voice fierce with determination. "I'm not losing you. Not now, not ever."

As Yn was being treated by the women expert in medicines and herbs and exhibited magical powers, Yoongi and Namjoon exchanged a knowing glance.

"She's the one," Yoongi murmured, a mixture of reverence and possessiveness in his voice. "The human who saved my life."

Namjoon nodded solemnly, his features shadowed by the weight of their shared secret. "And now she is here, Your Majesty. Bound to you in ways even Hell cannot comprehend."

They were the only ones privy to Yn's true identity-a human who had once saved Yoongi's life on Earth.

The truth of her origins, the mystery of her existence, and the depths of his own obsession with her intertwined in the flickering darkness of the chamber. The air crackled with magic, leaving a palpable sense of uncertainty and intrigue hanging over them.

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To be continued