||Devil\Taehyung||

As I reclined in my royal bed, indulging in the pleasures of my servant, the succubus, her touch was familiar but lacked the thrill I once craved.

Her seductive voice, dripping with desire, filled the room as she brought me close to release, teasing every inch of my control. Her hands gripped my shaft, expertly working toward my inevitable climax.

But it wasn't enough. Not anymore.

As the edge approached, I stopped her with a cold, dismissive hand. My fingers wrapped around the stem of the goblet, sipping the blood-red wine that I had been savoring.

The rich, metallic taste flooded my senses, but it did little to stir the thrill I sought.

The succubus, sensing my sudden change, gazed up at me with wide, questioning eyes. Her lips swollen with lust parted as she hesitated.

"My King," she breathed, confusion lacing her words. "What has happened?"

I took another slow sip, savoring the silence that followed before setting the glass aside. My eyes, glowing with the fiery depths of Hell itself, locked onto hers.

"I'm bored," I said flatly, the words dripping with disdain. "You've served well, but you no longer amuse me. Even your best efforts fail to stir anything in me now."

Her eyes widened, a brief flicker of fear dancing across her face before she quickly masked it with obedience.

She bowed her head, her long, dark hair cascading down her shoulders as she pressed her lips softly to the back of my hand. "As you wish, my Lord," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and submission.

In the blink of an eye, she vanished, leaving the air heavy with the lingering scent of her perfume. The room felt emptier without her presence, but I was used to it by now.

None of these creatures could satisfy the growing void inside me, not anymore.

As if on cue, the demon slaves entered the chamber, their movements swift and precise. One by one, they draped the heavy black robe over my bare shoulders, fastening it with intricate clasps that signified my rule over this forsaken realm.

The cool fabric brushed against my skin, but it failed to soothe the restlessness that gnawed at my insides.

I stood, towering over the room, my gaze drifting across the vast expanse of my kingdom.

Even as the ruler of Hell, the devil himself, I couldn't shake the gnawing hunger for something more. Something new. Something that could reignite the fire that once burned so fiercely inside me.

But for now, all that remained was the emptiness, the boredom, and the endless cycle of unfulfilling pleasures.

Turning from the scene, I dismissed the slaves with a wave of my hand. They scurried out of the room as quickly as they had come, leaving me alone once more, the weight of my crown heavy on my brow.

I moved toward the royal bath chambers. The slaves, ever vigilant and obedient, were already kneeling in reverence, their heads bowed in submission.

One of them spoke softly, with a trembling voice. "My King, your bath is ready."

I gave a curt nod, acknowledging the slave's words, and approached the giant dark tub, the centerpiece of the room.

It was filled to the brim with thick, crimson blood, swirling slightly as if it were alive, a reflection of the infernal realm I ruled over.

The demonic slaves moved quickly and silently, undoing the heavy robe that had draped over my form. The fabric fell to the floor with a dull thud, forgotten as I stepped into the bath.

The warm, viscous liquid embraced my skin as I sank into it, the scent of blood heavy in the air. It was a bath fit for a king—a devil—and yet, even this luxurious ritual had begun to feel hollow.

Soon, more slaves gathered around, their hands deft and practiced as they began washing me. Their touch was firm yet soothing, their fingers working to ease the tension in my muscles.

I felt their reverence in every movement, their fear in every glance. And yet, despite their devotion, I found no satisfaction.

The bath, meant to rejuvenate me, felt like another ritual in an endless cycle of indulgence, another act meant to feed my power and strength. But instead of pleasure, I felt only numbness.

Their hands scrubbed and soothed, massaging my neck, shoulders, and arms, trying to wash away the weariness of my eternal reign.

But they could not cleanse the void inside me—the insatiable hunger for something beyond the pleasures of Hell.

I closed my eyes and leaned back, allowing the slaves to continue their work. Their whispered chants filled the air, a low hum that seemed to blend with the very essence of the bloodbath.

Yet, even as they labored to serve me, all I could feel was the weight of the crown upon my head, heavy and suffocating.

Power, pleasure, dominance—they were mine. And still, it wasn't enough.

I sank deeper into the bath, feeling the thick blood cling to my skin like an embrace, its warmth doing little to melt the cold within me.

The slaves continued their work, their hands moving with precision, but my mind wandered far from the ritual.

My thoughts drifted through the endless corridors of power and desire, a labyrinth I could never escape.

Even the sensation of their fingers kneading the tension from my shoulders felt distant. It was as though I was watching from afar, a mere spectator to my indulgence.

I ruled this realm; I commanded armies of the damned, and yet here I was, drowning in the emptiness that came with absolute power—the centuries had worn me down and left me aching for something I couldn't name.

One of the slaves, bolder than the rest, leaned in to speak. Her voice was a mere whisper, trembling as if afraid to break the silence that had settled over the room.

"My King, is there something else you desire?" Her words, though careful, echoed with an offer for more—something beyond the bath, beyond the physical.

I opened my eyes and fixed my gaze on her, my pupils narrowing to slits as I studied her. Desire? What was left to desire when I had already tasted every pleasure and every pain this realm could offer?

"You presume too much," I said coldly, my voice like the crackle of fire in a void. "Do you think you can offer me something new?"

She faltered, her head bowing even lower. "Forgive me, my Lord. I meant only to serve."

The tension in the air thickened, but I said nothing more. My attention turned back to the ceiling, the shadows flickering against the stone walls as the torches sputtered.

Even they seemed tired. The fire of Hell itself was but a pale reflection of the inferno that used to burn within me.

One of the other slaves ran a cloth along my chest, her touch gentle but firm. It was mechanical. Like everything in my kingdom, it had become routine.

A role they played, and one I accepted, but without the spark of meaning. Without the thrill of discovery.

I raised my hand slightly, and the room fell silent. Every movement ceased the slaves freezing in place, awaiting my next command. Their eyes darted toward me in silent fear, unsure of what I might say or do next.

"My bath is over," I said quietly but with finality.

The slaves moved quickly, scrambling to lift me from the bath. The blood clung to my body as I rose, sliding down my skin in slow rivulets.

They dried me with the utmost care, every touch delicate and reverent. And yet, I felt nothing.

As they wrapped my black robe around my form, I felt the weight of the infernal crown pressing down on me again, even though it wasn't physically there.

It was always there—a reminder of my eternal dominion, my endless rule over a kingdom that had become my prison.

Without a word, I strode toward the exit of the bath chamber. The demonic slaves parted, their heads bowed low in submission as I passed.

But as I reached the door, I paused, my hand resting on the cold, iron handle. I turned slightly, my eyes burning as I glanced back at them.

I walked into my room, and then As I sat in the dark, contemplating the void around me, the familiar sound of my loyal crow, Elpass, echoed through the chamber.

His wings flapped in the shadows before he materialized in front of me, bowing low in reverence. "My Lord, my King," he rasped, his voice smooth and respectful, "the demons are waiting for you."

I sighed, my gaze drifting to the dim flames flickering along the walls, casting twisted shadows across the room.

"Yes, I suppose I should see what chaos brews now," I muttered, my voice carrying the weight of eternal boredom.

I rose from my seat, feeling the coldness of my realm seep into my bones—a familiar, numbing sensation that had long since lost its thrill.

Elpass tilted his head, his glowing eyes narrowing as he observed me. "Does it still bother you, my king? The voice—the one you've been hearing for two days now. If you command it, I shall track down the source and destroy the being responsible."

I paused, recalling the strange and powerful voice that had echoed in my mind, summoning me with an unnatural intensity.

For two days, I had heard its call, persistent and otherworldly. Yet I had chosen to dismiss it, unwilling to entertain the notion that some mortal or lesser creature could summon me. The very thought was laughable.

I glanced at Elpass, his loyalty unwavering. "If someone were foolish enough to attempt summoning me," I began, my voice dripping with disdain, "it would cost them everything. Their energy, their strength, their very life force. Such an act requires immense power and sacrifice, far beyond what any mortal could comprehend. Likely, whatever was trying has already exceeded its limit. The fool is probably dead by now."

Elpass bowed again, his black feathers ruffling slightly. "As you say, my Lord. But should the voice persist, I will hunt it down without mercy."

I nodded, though the weight of the voice still lingered in the back of my mind. Despite my dismissal, there was something about it—something strange, something different. But I would not let it concern me. Not yet.

"Let us deal with the demons first," I said, my tone final as I pushed the thoughts away. "Whatever seeks me will have to wait. If it dares to continue, it will learn the true meaning of despair."

With that, I strode toward the great doors of my chamber, Elpass trailing close behind, his vast wings brushing the cold stone floor with a soft, ominous rustle.

The shadows in the hallway parted as I moved, flickering flames roaring to life, acknowledging their king's presence. My steps were steady, and commanding, each echo resonating like a drumbeat through the infernal halls.

With a flick of my hand, dark magic enveloped me, and in an instant, my form shifted. The heavy robe transformed into my true attire—devilish garments woven from shadows and the essence of the damned.

My horns gleamed, and my beauty, tainted with the darkness of my soul, radiated from me like a sinister aura.

Every part of me screamed power, and with it, a devilish allure that could ensnare even the strongest of wills.

I entered my throne room, where the very air quivered in my presence. Every demon, evil spirit, and embodiment of sin bowed before me, their grotesque forms lowering in reverence.

The room, cloaked in eternal twilight, echoed with their subservient chorus. "King, we have been awaiting your blessings," they chanted in unison, their voices a dissonant symphony of greed, lust, and malice.

The air in the grand, infernal hall was thick with sulfur and whispers of the damned. My throne—a massive blackened seat carved from obsidian, etched with the marks of countless souls bound to eternal suffering—loomed over the chamber like a grim monument to the centuries I had ruled.

As I walked toward it, my steps barely made a sound, muffled by the oppressive velvet shadows that clung to every corner.

I ascended the dais with a slow, deliberate pace, the cold stone beneath my fingers reminding me of the endless weight of my existence.

The throne creaked slightly as I sat down, the familiar discomfort settling in. Boredom slithered through my veins like an unwelcome friend.

The throne room was a sea of dark shapes, my loyal subjects—each one twisted beyond recognition by their lust for power.

Their hollow eyes gleamed with an unnatural hunger, desperate for a mere glance of favor. They craved chaos and sought ruin, yet their endless thirst had grown tiresome.

I let out a long, weary sigh, the sound echoing through the hall, causing the congregation of demons, cultists, and damned souls to fall silent.

One of them, a high-ranking demon in a long, tattered robe stained with dried blood, stepped forward from the writhing mass.

His face, gaunt and riddled with scars, twisted into a sickening grin as he began to speak. His voice was a harsh rasp, barely above a whisper, yet it filled the hall like a wretched hymn.

"Great Lord of Darkness, Bringer of Despair, we have come to offer you our blood, our souls, and our suffering in your name. We beg you, unleash your wrath upon the mortal world. Let them know the true horrors of your reign."

Behind him, the other cultists began to chant, a guttural, rhythmic droning that sounded more like the death rattle of a thousand souls than any language.

The walls of the chamber seemed to tremble with their twisted devotion as if Hell itself were breathing.

The Demon raised a gleaming, jagged dagger and, without hesitation, plunged it into his palm, blood spilling onto the black stone floor. "With my blood, I bind myself to your eternal power. Take my life, my body, and my soul, and bend it to your will."

The others followed suit, offering their blood and flesh, their twisted faces contorting in a grotesque display of ecstasy and agony.

Some tore at their skin, ripping away chunks of flesh, while others carved runes of torment into their bodies, their voices rising in a cacophony of wails and laughter.

Blood dripped from every corner of the room, pooling around their feet as their offerings filled the air with the stench of decay.

I remained unmoved, watching the display with cold detachment. The endless cycle of sacrifice and death had long since lost its thrill.

These pathetic creatures were eager to give everything for a mere moment of my attention. And yet, none of it stirred anything in me except disdain.

"Enough," I growled, my voice reverberating through the chamber with a force that caused the cultists to flinch. The chanting ceased instantly, the room falling into a heavy silence, the air crackling with fear and expectation.

The high demon dared to speak again, his voice trembling. "But, my Lord, we offer you everything. We wish only to serve—"

"I said enough!" I snapped, rising from the throne, my eyes blazing with a darkness that made the shadows themselves recoil.

"You think your blood, your suffering, matters to me? You are nothing. Fleeting insects, buzzing around in the hellfire, thinking your pain gives you meaning. You think this—"I gestured to the blood-soaked altar where some of the cultists still writhed in pain"—pleases me?"

The Demon dropped to his knees, trembling, the jagged knife slipping from his hand and clattering to the floor. "We only wanted to show our loyalty, my lord."

"Loyalty? Your loyalty is meaningless!" I descended the dais, my presence causing the room to darken further, the air heavy with dread. The cultists cowered, some weeping, others silently praying for mercy they would not receive.

Reaching the kneeling Demon, I grabbed him by the throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. His body convulsed, the life draining from him as I tightened my grip. His eyes bulged in terror as he gasped for breath.

"Do you know what true loyalty is?" I hissed, my voice low and venomous. "True loyalty is eternal suffering. True loyalty is serving without expectation of reward. Your pitiful display is nothing but a mockery of that."

With a sickening crunch, I snapped his neck, letting his limp body fall to the ground in a heap. The others recoiled in horror, their eyes wide, but none dared to move or speak.

"Leave," I commanded, my voice cold as the void. "Take your pathetic corpses and crawl back to the filth from which you came. Next time, bring me something of real value, or I will make your suffering eternal."

The remaining cultists scrambled to gather the body of their fallen leader, dragging his lifeless form away as they whispered desperate prayers to avoid my wrath.

The sound of their retreat echoed through the vast hall, leaving me alone once again in the suffocating silence.

I returned to my throne, the weight of centuries pressing down on me once more. The endless cycle of devotion and destruction had become nothing more than a monotonous dirge.

This was my kingdom, built on fear and chaos. And yet, even here, the boredom of immortality was the cruelest of all fates.

One demon, larger and more imposing than the others, dared to approach me. His head was bowed low, his form hunched as he kneeled before me, awaiting my word.

He was no different from the rest—a mere pawn in my eternal game. The thrill of commanding them, once so exhilarating, now felt hollow, like a bitter taste on my tongue.

With a dismissive wave of my hand, I leaned back on my throne, my voice dripping with boredom. "You are all dismissed. Go, carry out your duties. Spread in, fuel the fires of chaos, and remember—your every action serves only to please me."

They obeyed without hesitation, dissolving into the shadows that lined the walls, their forms retreating to the corners of Hell to carry out their malevolent tasks.

The room slowly emptied, the distant echo of their footsteps fading until silence reigned once more.

I reclined upon my throne, letting the darkness wrap around me like a lover, though even its embrace had grown cold.

The infernal fires crackled in the distance, casting flickering shadows against the black stone walls, but none of it stirred anything within me.

The thrill of dominion, the lust for power, didn't fade. The flames, the demons, the endless suffering I commanded—none of it could fill the void inside. I stared into the abyss before me, and it stared back, offering nothing in return.

Suddenly, that voice echoed again, faint but unmistakable, like a whisper seeping through the cracks of reality.

It rippled through me, stirring something deep within—a strange power, unfamiliar and unwelcome. My muscles tensed, my senses sharpening as the air around me grew heavy with the presence of something... or someone.

I would not let it slip away this time. Whoever dared to summon me would face my wrath.

I closed my eyes briefly, calling for Elpass through the bond that linked us. In an instant, he materialized before me, his dark wings folded neatly behind him, his expression stoic yet alert. "My king," he greeted, his voice low, awaiting my command.

I rose from the throne, my gaze meeting his, burning with determination. "Come with me," I ordered, my tone cold and final. There was no need for explanations—he understood, as always.

Without another word, I let the shadows consume us, my form dissolving into the darkness. Elpass followed, his presence just behind me, silent but vigilant.

The throne room, the fires of Hell, and the wretched souls that filled it faded away as we plunged into the void between worlds, moving swiftly toward the source of the summoning.

The pull grew stronger, guiding me like a beacon, taunting me with its persistence. Whoever was bold—or foolish enough to try and call upon me would regret it.

As we traveled deeper into the dark, I felt the strange power intensify. It was unfamiliar, yet it felt oddly connected to me as if it had been lingering just out of reach all along. My thoughts raced, the anticipation building.

This time, I would not simply dismiss the voice. This time, I would find it—and I would end it.

When I appeared in front of that being, I didn't expect to see a girl standing before me—and she was human. It was something unimaginable that a mere human girl had summoned me.

"My name is Lucifer," I declared, my voice resonating through the darkness, each word carrying the weight of eons spent ruling the abyss.

I watched her flinch, the little fool, as the power in my voice rippled through the air, suffocating her in its intensity. "I am the devil, Lord of Darkness. Who are you, and why the hell have you summoned me?"

Her fear was palpable. I could taste it in the air—sweet and sharp like blood. She involuntarily took a step back, her foot slipping out of the white chalk circle she had so foolishly drawn to protect herself.

Amateurs. The moment she crossed that line, I knew she was mine. Her eyes darted toward me, wide with terror, and I couldn't help but feel a flicker of amusement. This was going to be too easy.

"Little fool," I snarled, my voice dripping with malice. "If you leave the circle of protection, you will be killed." I could feel the hunger rising within me—a gnawing, primal urge I hadn't indulged in for far too long.

"It's been too long since I've tasted a soul as young and fresh as yours. You deserve to be devoured slowly, savoring every moment."

Without another thought, I raised my hand, the claws gleaming in the dim light, and made a quick, deliberate motion toward her.

The power surged through me, and in an instant, her body was mine. She was nothing now—just a vessel. I watched her eyes widen in shock as she realized what had happened.

The fear in them was intoxicating, her terror feeding my hunger.

I reveled in the sensation, feeling her limbs go limp as I seized control. Her body no longer obeyed her—it belonged to me now.

She was trapped, a prisoner in her skin. I smirked as I dug deeper, pushing into her mind, her thoughts scattering like frightened birds.

Memories, emotions—everything she held dear—I tore through them all, relishing the chaos I unleashed within her.

The violation of her very being filled me with a dark satisfaction, but there was resistance. She was fighting back, trying to push me out, to cling to some pathetic shred of control.

I could feel her terror, but there was a spark of defiance there, too. It made the game more interesting.

I smirked to myself. She wouldn't win, of course. No one ever did. But I would enjoy breaking her completely before I claimed her soul.

Though I withdrew from her mind, a part of me lingered in the remnants of her thoughts, feeling the pulse of her fear and confusion. As I stepped back, a wave of relief washed over her, but it was fleeting.

I caught the way her eyes darted to the open manuscript on the floor, and for a moment, I too was drawn to it. The ancient symbols, the reckless desperation that had summoned me—it was almost laughable. But then something else flickered within her.

I sense her; I can smell her; she is a virgin.

I didn't expect that. I steadied her, my hand catching her as she swayed on the brink of collapse. Her body was weak, drained by my invasion, but it was her purity that caught me off guard.

My eyes narrowed, watching her closely as she trembled beneath my grasp. I pulled my hand away, letting her fall to the ground, exhausted and vulnerable, though no longer under my control.

"But you are a virgin; this changes things," I said, the words slipping from me with amusement as I watched her eyes widen in shock.

Her fragility made her situation all the more interesting now. I could feel her mind scrambling for understanding, and I relished the tension building in the air.

"How do you know?" She whispered, her voice barely a breath, but I heard it all too clearly.

I didn't answer, simply letting the weight of my gaze hold her in place. Her innocence was palpable now, and I did not need to explain myself.

In the palm of my hand, darkness swirled, the orb no larger than an apple growing heavier with chaotic energy.

Shadows danced and twisted along the walls, their movements erratic as the power rippled outward. The orb pulsed with life, revealing the flickering memories and desires of the soul I had captured.

Her deepest wish, her most guarded desire, unfolded before me like a fragile flower in the dead of night. I saw her—gazing longingly at a boy.

His name floated through her mind, clear as a bell: **Jimin Kwon**. Her heart ached for him, a love so intense it consumed her every thought. She wanted him—not just his attention, but his affection, his devotion.

The desire blazed like wildfire, engulfing her. I watched the scenes play out in her memories: stolen glances across the classroom, moments where their fingers brushed but never lingered long enough.

Her longing for him dripped with innocence, but also with an undercurrent of desperation.

She would do anything to make him hers. "Jimin Kwon," I whispered, the name dripping with promise as it echoed in the chamber.

My voice slithered through the darkness like a serpent, wrapping itself around the orb. "Is that what you wish for? His love, his devotion... everything he is, you want for yourself."

The orb pulsed, confirming her desire. It wasn't just a passing crush—it was an attraction, a hunger for him to fill the emptiness she couldn't escape.

A sinister smile curled at the corner of my lips as I leaned closer to the orb, the chaotic energy humming between my fingers.

"You must understand," I continued, my voice low, almost a purr, "that granting such desires always comes with a price." The shadows writhed more fiercely now, responding to my growing power.

I could see every detail of her yearning, every lonely night she spent thinking of him, every moment of jealousy when she saw him with others.

It was all within my grasp, and I could shape it to whatever end I saw fit. "I can make Jimin Kwon yours," I said softly, my fingers closing around the orb, feeling the power course through me.

"But love born of dark magic is rarely the love one expects. You can have him... but at what cost?"

The darkness in the orb twisted violently, showing glimpses of what could be—Jimin, his eyes dark with unfeeling devotion, chained to her in a way that wasn't love but obsession.

I could twist his mind, bend his will, and make him crave her like a lifeline. But true affection? That was never part of the deal.

I let the thought linger, letting her desperation wash over me. She wanted him so badly she was willing to pay any price.

"The choice is yours," I whispered, my voice as cold as the void. "Shall I give you what you want? Shall I make Jimin Kwon yours, body and soul?"

I let her watch, her terror growing with every second. "I will give you what you want," I declared, my voice laced with the cold certainty of one who always gets what they desire. "Jimin's heart will be yours forever."

Her panic was like a drug—intoxicating and delicious. I could feel her heart racing, the fear in her blood like fire under her skin. She was mine to please, and she knew it.

Her shirt tore before her eyes, starting at the shoulder, revealing the mark that had formed—a pentagram encircled by a perfect ring.

A symbol of my dominion.

Her horrified gasp was almost music to my ears as she recoiled from the sight, her mind barely grasping the reality of the situation.

"In return," I said, letting the words sink deep into her soul, "your purity will be mine." The swirling globe in my hand dissolved into the air, leaving behind nothing but the infernal mark on her flesh.

She stared at it, her terror growing as the weight of my bargain pressed down upon her.

With an amused smirk, I watched her trembling hands reach for the symbol now burned into her skin.

She touched it as if she could somehow wipe it away; her desperation was palpable, but I knew better. No one escapes my mark.

"It is useless for you to try," I said, my voice thick with malice. Watching her struggle was almost enjoyable—the way her fear morphed into something darker, more frantic. "It will disappear only when you have upheld your end of the bargain."

Her fear was almost tangible, and I could feel her heart pounding with the weight of what she had just realized.

She had traded something precious—her purity—for the illusion of love. And now she was bound by the darkness she had foolishly called upon.

"If you attempt to remove it with lasers like other foolish humans have done, it will simply reappear," I continued, my patience waning. The panic on her face was nothing new to me, but the naivety in her response always amused me.

"I don't want this thing on my arm!" she screamed, her voice hysterical and raw with desperation. The panic in her eyes was almost delicious, but her lack of understanding was beginning to irritate me.

I leveled a cold, disdainful gaze at her as if explaining something obvious to a dim-witted child. "The contract stipulates that in exchange for obtaining the heart of Park Jimin, you forfeit your virginity to me."

I watched the shock ripple through her and saw her eyes widen as the weight of my words hit her full force. It was amusing how they always failed to grasp the gravity of what they were trading.

Slowly, anger began to rise within her, but it was weak—born of fear and helplessness. She could rage all she wanted, but the truth remained the same: she was mine, whether she liked it or not.

Her anger, her disbelief—it meant nothing. I had her now, and there was no turning back.

I watched with a sense of detached amusement as she leaped to her feet, her energy spent but her anger still blazing.

"But I never asked for any of this!" she shouted, her voice a mix of fury and fear that crackled like wildfire through the air.

I approached her deliberately, savoring the terror that made her crumble to the ground. "You summoned me, did you not?"

I retorted with cold precision. "You made the wish, and I have fulfilled my end of the bargain. Now it is your turn to fulfill yours, whether you like it or not."

The tension was palpable when a low, croaking voice cut through the charged atmosphere. "But my king, I'm afraid that copulating with this girl could tarnish your reputation."

My gaze shifted to Elpass, my crow demon perched on my left shoulder. Its eyes glowed with an eerie intelligence, an unsettling contrast to the girl's fear.

"That crow spoke!" she exclaimed, astonished. Her reaction was almost amusing.

I met the Elpass gaze with a steely glare, annoyed at the interruption. "Nowadays, a virgin is rarer than any soul," I replied, my voice dripping with arrogance.

Elpass's eyes flicked toward the girl, scrutinizing her with disdain. "But King! Look at her; she's still not fully formed!" It croaked, flapping its wings as if to emphasize its point. "Her body is far below your standards."

Her rage flared, and despite the overwhelming fear she was experiencing, she couldn't stay silent. "How dare you, you stupid vulture!"

She spat out, her voice trembling with anger. "Maybe you're malformed, but my body is more than perfect!"

Her defiance was bold but utterly misplaced. I found her reaction entertaining, though her anger did little to change the reality of her situation.

She was mine now, and no amount of shouting would alter the terms of our bargain.

I let her fury simmer, knowing that her resistance would only make her eventual submission more satisfying. She had made a deal with the devil, and she would learn the cost of her wishes.

I leaned in closer, allowing my ruby-red eyes to lock onto hers with an intensity designed to chill the blood. "But really, why don't you prove it to me?" I taunted, my voice dripping with malice as I beckoned her closer.

The weight of her folly crashed down on her, visible in the sudden shift of her expression. "Elpass, you can go," I commanded, my voice filled with authoritative finality.

With a squawk of compliance, Elpass took flight, its warning echoing in my ears as it disappeared through the window.

"Don't get too wild, my Lord!" Elpass's parting words lingered in the air. "Human beings are so fragile."

Her fear was palpable, the pounding of her heart almost audible as she struggled to grasp the gravity of the situation.

"He can't be serious," she whispered, her voice trembling with dread. "He said it to scare me, right?"

A single glance from me was enough to dispel any lingering doubts. With a sharp rip, I tore open her shirt, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, a futile attempt to shield herself from my gaze.

"Come now, why don't you try to escape?" I coaxed, my voice dripping with false benevolence. My eyes bore into hers with a predatory intensity, sending a shiver down her spine.

In a desperate bid for freedom, she lunged toward the door, only to be stopped in her tracks by my vice-like grip on her arm.

I turned her to face me, my gaze wild and unrelenting. At that moment, I could see the realization settle over her—there was no escape from the clutches of the devil.

The realization of her predicament sank in as my arms tightened around her like steel bands. Despite her fear, I could sense a sickening wave of arousal coursing through her at my words, mingling with her revulsion.

"Don't worry," I continued, allowing a seductive tone to seep into my voice, a deliberate attempt to send shivers down her spine. "I'll make you feel the most intense pleasure in the world."

My words, once menacing and predatory, now caressed her mind like velvet, drawing her into a twisted realm of desire.

I watched her eyes dart to my mouth, filled with rows of razor-sharp fangs, and for a fleeting moment, I saw a perverse longing in her gaze, a twisted desire to be consumed by me.

But then, a memory of Jimin must have flashed through her mind—his kind eyes, his gentle touch. In an instant, she snapped back to reality.

"No! Stop it!" she cried out, her voice cutting through the haze of desire and fear. With a surge of adrenaline, she managed to break free from my grasp, staggering away in terror and disgust.

She stared at me intently, her gaze unwavering despite the fear evident in her eyes. "What guarantees do I have that you've granted my wish? For all I know, you're just taking advantage of me!"

She accused, her voice trembling with defiance. "I'm not falling for it!"

To my surprise, her defiance seemed to amuse me, a broad smile spreading across my lips. "Well, aren't you a feisty one?" I remarked, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "Consider yourself lucky that I'm not claiming your soul this instant."

After a moment's consideration, I spoke again, my voice a blend of menace and reluctant concession. "Very well. I'll give you until tomorrow to see that I've cast a spell on Jimin."

Her retort came with a mixture of fear and defiance. "I don't believe you, Devil. Just leave me alone."

Ignoring her protests, I closed the distance between us, my lethal aura enveloping her. "Jimin will be yours tomorrow,"

I declared, watching her shiver as my words sank in. "And then you must come to me and spend the night, so I can claim what is rightfully mine."

As I moved toward the window, my laughter echoed through the dimly lit room, the sound a chilling reminder of the pact she had unwittingly entered.

My parting words hung heavy in the air. "Keep in mind that our agreement is irreversible. Your virginity belongs to me." With a wicked smile, I watched her with a sense of dark satisfaction before stepping out into the night.

As I spoke, I could sense the fear emanating from her, a delicious sensation that only fueled my dark amusement.

She was beginning to realize the gravity of the situation, trapped in a sinister game of my design.

With each passing moment, her resistance crumbled, and I watched with satisfaction as the realization of her dark fate dawned upon her.

She was a mere human, powerless to escape the web of darkness I had woven around her.

As I moved towards the window, my laughter echoed ominously in the dimly lit room, sending shivers down her spine. Her dread was palpable, a sweet symphony to my ears.

"Keep in mind that our agreement is irreversible. Your virginity belongs to me," I taunted, relishing the fear that danced in her eyes. With a wicked smile.

As the girl looked at me and said, "I didn't mean to, please; it was a mistake. Leave me alone." I grabbed her neck cruelly, making her struggle to breathe.

As soon as I saw the girl collapse, I quickly lifted her into my arms and gently placed her on the bed. Though fear was evident in her eyes, I remained indifferent.

As I settled the girl onto the bed, my loyal crow, Elpass, perched once more upon my shoulder. "Why have you ventured into the human world, my king, and for the sake of this mortal girl?" he asked, his tone tinged with curiosity.

I chuckled softly, knowing exactly what I intended to do. Inhaling her scent, I sensed an unfamiliar purity—an innocence untouched by the world's corruption.

It had been centuries since I had encountered such purity, and I saw an opportunity to exploit it for my sinister purposes.

"I sensed something here, Elpass," I replied, my voice tinged with anticipation. "An unknown purity, untainted by sin. It has been far too long since I have encountered such innocence, and I intend to ensure that to have her ruin this innocence, it has been years since I ate upon anything like that. Maybe this is why I want something new, having fed upon her innocence."

With a sinister glint in my eyes, I plotted my next move, eager to ensnare the girl in the twisted web of manipulation and deceit that surrounded me.

As I leaned in, I placed a gentle kiss on the girl's lips, sealing the pact she desired.

She had sought the heart of Jimin Kwon, and I closed my eyes to weave my dark magic. As the energy surged around us, I felt a primal urge rise within me.

Slowly, I leaned forward, intending to take a bite from her neck. But as my lips grazed her skin, a rush of euphoria washed over me.

The girl's essence was intoxicating, her innocence a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded me.

At that moment, I realized why I had come to the human world—to create sin. Yet the girl was something more.

She was a force to be controlled. With each sip of her blood, I felt a sense of power surge through me, a reminder of the control I wielded over her and the world around us.

"My king, what about angels?" Elpass questioned, his voice tinged with concern. "What if they find out?"

I chuckled darkly, dismissing his worries with a wave of my hand. "Angels are nothing compared to me. I am the king of hell and darkness, and I know how to do anything," I declared confidently.

Elpas posed the question, "What about the human girl, King?"

I declared. "She has intrigued me with her actions. The mere fact that she was able to summon me from hell is a testament to her power. I must understand what fate has bestowed upon her. Though she may appear to be just a human girl, there is something within her that defies understanding."

She lay there, asleep, her beauty captivating even in the dim light. Elpass remarked on her beauty, questioning whether she would willingly accept her fate.

I smirked in response. "You may leave, Elpass. Enjoy the world and gather all the information you can. And yes, She will bend to me. She is a puzzle I intend to unravel, a pawn in the game that God has set before me. I will defy His plans."

With Elpass gone, I leaned in closer to the girl, lying beside her. Gently, I whispered the words of dark magic into her sleeping mind.

(Wake up) "ተስእ" I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. "You are mine to control, and your desires will be fulfilled."

As the words sank into her subconscious, I awaited the dawn, eager to see how she would react to the darkness that now coursed through her veins.

As I contemplated my predicament, a twisted amusement overcame me. With a flick of my wrist and a whispered incantation, I ensnared her in my spell, pulling her fragile consciousness into my dark realm.

"Wake up, human," I commanded, my voice dripping with sinister allure. She stirred, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal pools of uncertainty.

"What is your name and who are you?"I demanded, my grip tightening around her delicate throat. She gasped for air, her lips trembling as she spoke.

"I am Lisa Lim and I am nothing, my king," she whimpered, her words laden with fear. "I am just human."

With a cruel smirk, I released my hold, allowing her to slump back, gasping for breath.

But before she could regain her composure, I wove another spell, sending her spiraling into unconsciousness once more.

As I surveyed her unconscious form, a realization crept over me like a creeping shadow. Despite her outward innocence, there was a power within her that I could not ignore.

Rising to my feet, my eyes fell upon the ancient tome that had summoned me. It was my creation, a sinister grimier wrought from the darkest depths of my soul.

Yet it had been wielded by a seemingly pure and innocent soul—a contradiction that confounded me to my core.

How could one so untainted by darkness wield the power to summon me, a being of pure malevolence? The answer eluded me, taunting me with its enigmatic mystery.

Elphass materialized from the shadows, his form a silent question mark.

"King," he rasped, his voice a gravelly echo. "What is your command?"

I closed my eyes, the weight of my actions pressing down on me. As I looked at him and said, "I'll have her, and I'll stay here until her wish gets fulfilled, then I'll have her, and then we will go to hell.".

My eyes snapped open, a dark glint reflecting the moonlight spilling through the window.

With a flex of my will, power surged through me, a torrent of dark energy fueled by rage and desperation.

I was the King of Hell, after all. Human energy coursed through my veins, a stolen fuel that granted me power in this realm.

I would use it to my advantage. I would find what I sought—the key to breaking free from this charade, this prison of borrowed normalcy.

A twisted smile played on my lips, a chilling precursor to the storm brewing within me.