╰┈➤❝𝔄𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯❞

As Hyuna sat alone in a dimly lit corner of the college, nursing the wounds inflicted by her own choices, she felt the weight of Jimin's presence behind her.

He followed her like a shadow, his concern palpable as he approached, the tension between them thickening the air.

"Hyuna," he said, his voice firm yet laced with frustration, "the deal was that you shouldn't hurt her."

Hyuna turned to him, irritation flaring in her eyes. "Indeed, it was," she replied, her tone serious. "But I was looking for an opportunity that you would not be able to refuse."

"What do you mean?" Jimin frowned, a mixture of confusion and anger crossing his features. He knew all too well how dangerous Hyuna could be.

"Now it's your turn," Hyuna continued, her gaze piercing through him as she placed a hand on his shoulder, her grip surprisingly strong. "Console her. Keep her away from Taehyung—forever."

Jimin's heart raced at the thought, a surge of protectiveness flooding him. "What did Devil do to you, Hyuna?" he asked, concern woven into his voice.

Hyuna smiled, a painful twist of her lips that barely masked the anguish beneath. "Just having fun with me. Nothing else," she replied, her voice dripping with deceit. "It's regular for us. He loves bloodshed."

Jimin's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing. "You're playing a dangerous game, Hyuna. If you think manipulating Lisa will help you win the devil's affection, you're sorely mistaken."

"Why do you care?" Hyuna asked, tilting her head, her expression shifting to one of feigned curiosity. "She's just a pawn in this game. If I can manipulate her feelings, Taehyung will have no choice but to turn to me."

"That's where you're wrong," Jimin shot back, a fire igniting in his chest. "Lisa deserves better than this. You're just making things worse for everyone involved, including yourself."

Hyuna leaned closer, her eyes glinting with a mix of malice and challenge. "And what will you do about it, Jimin? Are you going to be her knight in shining armor? Do you think you can save her from the truth? Taehyung is a devil, and you know he'll always choose power over her."

The words hit Jimin like a punch to the gut. He knew Taehyung's true nature; the Devil King would never truly love someone as innocent as Lisa.

But the thought of her falling for Hyuna's manipulations ignited a deep rage within him.

"Enough!" Jimin said, his voice rising with urgency. "I won't let you twist her heart any longer. If you think you can drive a wedge between them, you underestimate the strength of her spirit."

Hyuna laughed softly, a chilling sound that echoed in the dimly lit space. "Then let the game begin, Jimin. Just remember, I always play to win, and this time, you're not the archangel here to save her. You're merely a distraction."

With that, she turned away, leaving Jimin standing there, his heart pounding with a mix of determination and dread.

He felt a fierce resolve building within him; he couldn't let Hyuna's obsession with Taehyung destroy Lisa.

The thought of her heartbreak fueled his desire to protect her, to show her that even in a world dominated by demons and chaos, there was still room for love.

He needed to find Lisa, to shield her from Hyuna's venomous intentions, and perhaps, in the process, find a way to make her see that he could be the one to love her without the darkness of a devil's past.

As Jimin strode away, a chilling melody escaped his lips—war hymns sung to make the blood run cold. Each note echoed the turmoil in his heart.

"Lisa, I'm sorry," he whispered to himself, the weight of his decision heavy on his conscience. "I need to keep you away from Taehyung. Even if I have to play this dirty game, God forgive me, but it can only save your child."

He crossed the corridors with purpose, urgency propelling him forward. Although he hadn't seen her enter the old art room, he felt her presence like a beacon of light amidst the darkness.

The door creaked as he pushed it open, its groan reminiscent of an old man's joints, protesting against the intrusion.

The moment Jimin stepped inside, he found Lisa sitting by the window, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

The sunlight filtered through the dusty glass, casting a soft glow around her, but the beauty of the scene was marred by the tears glistening on her cheeks.

As their eyes met, her expression shifted; she quickly wiped her tears away, trying to compose herself, but the hurt was evident.

Lisa's eyes gazed downward, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm fine; nothing happened to me."

Jimin's brow furrowed, concern etched on his face. "Lisa, don't lie to me. I can see it. Something's wrong. Tell me."

Lisa's shoulders sagged, her voice still laced with a haunting emptiness. "It's just... Hyuna seems to want Taehyung only for his body... so I understand why she wouldn't see the point of my existence."

Jimin's eyes widened, his face pale. "What did she say to you?" he pressed, his voice low and urgent.

Lisa's gaze drifted upward, her eyes like frozen lakes. "She said I'm unnecessary. That Taehyung only needs her." A single tear escaped, rolling down her cheek like a lonely raindrop.

"Lisa..." Jimin called gently, stepping closer as if approaching a wild animal trapped in a corner, careful not to frighten her further.

He could see the turmoil behind her stoic facade. "I don't share that kind of 'open' mentality. For me, the right thing is to share intimacy only with someone I truly love... but I wish he felt the same way too."

A sob broke through Lisa's defenses, and tears began to prick her eyes again. "It's so strange to ask this, isn't it!? I think that's what every girl would want..."

Another sob choked her throat, and she covered her face with her hands, desperately trying to halt the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't understand! I really don't understand! ... I feel I love him... I love him anyway, more than it is right to love..."

This time, it wasn't the sobs that interrupted her, but a warm arm wrapping around her waist. Jimin's hand rested gently on her head, providing a small comfort in her overwhelming despair.

She leaned into him, burying her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his heavenly scent—a blend of flowers, rain, incense, and salt that momentarily calmed her racing heart.

"The last time the devil descended to Earth, he whispered dark anti-Semitic words into a man's ear, leading to one of the most horrendous crimes humanity has ever witnessed. That is why I was sent here—to stop him before he can set any other plans into motion..."

Jimin's voice was grave, filled with urgency. "I don't know what you're doing with all of this, but I just know it won't lead to anything good. Let me help you, Lisa... let me take you away from him..."

Lisa listened, a chill running through her at Jimin's words, but she struggled to fully grasp their meaning. The weight of his concern pressed heavily upon her, yet the next moment was more confounding.

Jimin, who had always been a source of comfort and light, now stood before her as a figure of deep conviction, urging her to turn away from the very thing that had consumed her heart.

At that moment, the dichotomy of her feelings twisted inside her, a storm of confusion and desire battling against the cold reality Jimin presented.

She felt torn, caught between her love for Taehyung and the dangerous world Jimin warned her about.

"Jimin, I can't just walk away," she murmured, her voice shaking. "I... I love him."

"But do you truly know him?" Jimin pressed, his gaze intense and unwavering. "Or just the image he wants you to see? Lisa, this isn't just about your heart anymore. It's about your life."

As Jimin's words hung in the air, Lisa felt the enormity of her situation crashing down on her, the implications of her choices dawning upon her like a dark cloud overshadowing the remnants of her hope.

She longed for clarity, but all she found was the tightening grip of fear and love—a treacherous combination that could lead her down a path from which there might be no return.

Lisa shook her head, frustration lacing her words. "Why does it matter? I thought I had something real with Taehyung, but now... I just feel like I'm nothing. Like I don't matter."

Her voice cracked, and she turned her gaze away, staring out at the empty courtyard beyond the window.

Jimin sensed the resolve in Lisa's voice as she clung to her feelings for Taehyung, the very man he had been trying to protect her from.

"You don't understand what you're saying, Lisa," he urged desperation creeping into his tone. "He's dangerous—no matter how you feel. You're playing with fire, and it will consume you. You have to let him go before it's too late."

Lisa shook her head, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I can't just turn off my feelings for him, Jimin! I love Taehyung. I know he's a devil, but that doesn't change what I feel inside. I don't care about what he is; I care about who he is when he's with me." The conviction in her voice was palpable, a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling in her heart.

"Lisa, you're not seeing the bigger picture," Jimin insisted, his voice growing more intense as he stepped closer, trying to break through her stubbornness.

"He might act sweet and charming, but he's a devil. His nature won't change just because you love him. He'll only use you for his own gain. Do you want to be another plaything, another victim in his game?"

With each word, Jimin felt the urgency of his mission pressing upon him. He had to make her see reason, had to steer her away from the seductive allure of the devil. "You think you love him, but it's only infatuation. You're young and naive, and you don't truly understand the darkness he harbors."

"Don't say that!" Lisa snapped, her voice rising as a fire ignited within her. "You don't know him like I do! You haven't seen the way he looks at me, the way he cares for me. He's not just a devil; he's Taehyung. He's complex and beautiful, and there's so much more to him than just being a creature of darkness."

Jimin's expression hardened, frustration flickering in his eyes. "You're romanticizing him, Lisa! You're blinded by your feelings. The reality is he could hurt you, and I can't let that happen. If you're not careful, you'll find yourself trapped in a world you can't escape from."

"But I want to talk to him!" Lisa's voice softened, desperation seeping in as she stepped forward, almost pleading.

"I need to understand what's going on. I can't just walk away without knowing if there's something real between us. If he's as bad as you say, then I'll find out myself."

Jimin reached for her arm, his grip firm yet gentle, a last-ditch effort to stop her. "Please, Lisa. Don't do this. You have so much to lose—your future, your happiness. If you pursue this, you'll only end up hurt. Let me help you. You need to think clearly about this."

She pulled her arm away, shaking her head defiantly. "I appreciate your concern, Jimin, but I can't just give up on him without trying. Taehyung has shown me sides of himself that you can't see. I have to follow my heart, even if it leads me to him."

Jimin's expression shifted to one of anguish, his brow furrowing as he searched her face for any sign of doubt.

"You don't know what you're asking for," he said softly, his voice tinged with genuine worry. "You think love can conquer all, but with him, you'll be risking everything—your safety, your soul."

"I'm willing to take that risk," Lisa declared, a fierce determination shining through her tears. "I won't let fear dictate my life. I'll talk to Taehyung, and I'll figure this out for myself. I'm not asking you to understand; I'm asking you to respect my decision."

Jimin's heart sank, the weight of her words crushing him. He realized that no amount of manipulation or reasoning could sway her now.

Her mind was made up, and there was nothing he could do to protect her from the path she had chosen.

"Fine," he said, resignation lacing his tone. "If that's what you want, then I can't stop you. Just know that I'll always be here for you when you need me. But I hope, for your sake, that you find the answers you're looking for before it's too late."

With that, Jimin stepped back, his heart heavy with the knowledge that Lisa was diving headfirst into danger, and he could only watch as she pursued the devil who had captivated her heart.

╰┈➤❝𝔏𝔦𝔰𝔞❞

Before I could gather my thoughts and walk toward Taehyung to confront him about Hyuna and whatever was happening between them, I felt Jimin's hands cup my face.

My heart raced, confusion swirling inside me like a storm. Then, without warning, his lips pressed against mine—chaste yet insistent.

For a fleeting moment, a light breeze seemed to envelop me, softening the fiery turmoil in my heart and bringing a sliver of peace to my battered spirit.

But it was deceptive; the sensation was fleeting, and all I felt was emptiness. I was left feeling worse than before like I had just been given a mockery of comfort.

This kiss wasn't what I wanted. It was only a brief moment, and I hadn't even had the chance to push him away. It felt wrong, and I felt disgusted.

How could Jimin—an angel—kiss me when all I wanted was for Taehyung, the devil, to hold me? My heart ached for the man who embodied darkness, not for the light that Jimin represented.

As Jimin pulled away, I could see his eyes shimmering with a golden hue, filled with a warmth I was not in the mood to receive.

But before I could process what had just happened, the windows around us shattered simultaneously, exploding outward in a shower of glass.

Panic surged through me as shards flew everywhere, some embedding themselves in the wooden desks with a sickening thud.

"W-what happened?" I stammered, stepping out of Jimin's embrace, my heart pounding in my chest.

I stumbled toward the shattered windows, desperate to escape the intensity of the moment and Jimin's bewildering kiss.

But when I looked out, my breath caught in my throat. There he was—Taehyung. My heart raced as I locked eyes with him, and a chill ran down my spine.

He was staring up at me, fury burning in his eyes—an anger I had never seen before. His black hair seemed to rise as if caught in an unseen wind, feathers swirling around him like dark omens.

The crimson of his eyes was consuming the remaining traces of the sea, igniting a fire that mirrored the tumult in my heart.

"Taehyung!" I shouted, my voice breaking as desperation clawed at my throat. I needed to explain, to understand why Jimin had kissed me and what that meant.

But all I could think about was the rage in Taehyung's gaze.

I felt a mix of fear and longing, my heart torn between the two men. Jimin's light was comforting but felt wrong, while Taehyung's darkness beckoned me, dangerous yet intoxicating.

At that moment, I realized I was caught in a web of emotions, teetering on the brink of a choice I was not ready to make.

He turned his head as if he couldn't bear to look at me. Then, without another word, he began to walk away.

"Taehyung!" I called out again, desperation lacing my voice as I leaned further out of the shattered window, placing my hands on the sill.

The glass dug into the flesh of my palms, and I winced, pulling my hands back instantly. I couldn't let him leave like this—I had to explain everything to him.

With urgency coursing through my veins, I abandoned the window and sprinted toward the door. But before I could reach it, Jimin grabbed my wrist firmly. "Do not go," he insisted, his grip unyielding.

"Leave me, Jimin! Let me go!" I shouted, struggling against his hold. But he ignored my protests, bringing my injured hand to his mouth.

I felt a warmth spread through me as he whispered a word in a language I didn't understand. Instantly, the blood stopped flowing, and the wound healed completely, leaving no trace on my skin.

"Don't go, Lisa. If you follow him, you will only suffer. The wounds of the body can be healed, but the wounds of the heart..." His voice trailed off, heavy with unspoken warnings.

"I can't! For some reason I can't explain, I love him. I know who he is; I know what he does. My heart, my soul, my body—everything inside me wants him! Even if he has cheated on me, which I'm not sure of, I will still love him. I know this is madness—obsession, whatever. People say not to deal with the devil, or else you'll go crazy. Yes, I am crazy for him, and I can't back away. This one mistake has written my fate with Taehyung, and I don't regret it. I... I have to go to him because it is my own soul that desires it!"

"Stop, Lisa! You have no idea what he is! You can't even imagine what he's willing to do for his purposes!" Jimin's voice was urgent, a mix of anger and fear.

In a burst of frustration, I slapped him hard across the face. "Even if you are an angel, Jimin, how dare you kiss me without my consent? You know I am for the devil—I am his!"

Jimin looked taken aback, his expression a mix of hurt and determination. "You're mine, Lisa. Not his."

Ignoring his words, I shoved past him and fled the classroom. I knew deep down that he was right, but that didn't matter right now.

I felt like a hunted animal, running through the corridors as if a pack of hungry wolves were snapping at my heels.

I raced down the stairs, heart pounding in my chest, and when I finally burst into the garden, I scanned the area frantically.

It didn't take long to find him. There he was, standing beneath a gnarled tree, his dark figure silhouetted against the late afternoon sun.

The air crackled with tension, and my heart raced as I approached him, every instinct telling me that this was where I belonged, despite the chaos swirling around us.

"Taehyung!" I called again, desperation clawing at my throat. Hearing my voice, he stopped but turned his back to me, the tension palpable.

"Taehyung, please, talk to me!" I pleaded, my heart racing. He must have been furious—every step he took left the grass around his footprints withered and dried instantly.

"Taehyung, I—"

"Shut up!" he roared his voice a guttural echo that reverberated through the air like thunder. He finally turned to face me, and the sight of him sent chills down my spine.

The rage swirling in his eyes felt crude as if he were a creature from the depths of a cave, ready to unleash something dark and terrible.

"But you cheated on me with Hyuna!" I shot back, my voice trembling with both anger and pain. The words spilled out before I could stop them, fueled by the hurt that had been festering inside me.

If he had been furious before, it was nothing compared to the wrath that ignited within him now.

He took a step forward, and I instinctively retreated, my heart pounding in my chest as I felt the dark energy radiating from him, poisoning the air between us.

"As far as I know, you're just spouting bullshit!" he hissed, the fire in his eyes intensifying. "Did you really accuse me of that useless shit? What did you think you were getting into with Jimin and that worthless wh0re Hyuna? They're manipulating you, Lisa!" His voice was a jagged edge, sharp enough to cut through my defenses.

"You broke your oath," he continued, advancing toward me, his fury palpable. "The punishment will be harsh." The finality in his tone sent a wave of fear crashing over me, unlike anything I had ever felt.

I had never been so afraid of him as I was at that moment. The way he approached, each stride laden with an ominous intent, made me feel like a trapped animal.

I braced myself for the worst, expecting him to reach out and crush me, to rupture my windpipe with a single, swift motion.

But instead, I found myself frozen, caught in the storm of our tumultuous emotions—fear, love, anger, and desperation all swirling together in a chaotic dance.

"Taehyung," I whispered my voice barely a breath against the weight of his fury. "Please, just listen to me..."

I felt my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing like a war drum, while my legs trembled noticeably, threatening to give way beneath me. "Taehyung, I—"

"Shut up!" he roared again, his voice reverberating with a primal intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "Tonight, there will be a new moon, and there will be a celebration of sabbat."

"sabbat?" The word hung in the air, heavy with implications. At that moment, fragments of what I knew about the ritual surged back to me, along with his earlier words: "Are you jealous of a woman I have sex with in front of millions of demons in the nightly assemblies of the Sabbat?"

"An eye for an eye, betrayal for treason," he continued, his voice laced with a venomous edge.

"Taehyung, you're wrong," I pleaded, desperation clawing at my throat. "I have never betrayed you! It was not me who kissed him!"

I appealed to whatever angelic part still lingered within him, the part where the devil lay buried beneath layers of rage and hurt. For a fleeting moment, I thought he might hear me, might consider my words.

But what he did next shattered that hope. His hand shot out, gripping my neck with an iron-like strength, fingers pressing hard against my jugular.

Panic surged through me as I struggled for breath, instinctively grasping at his wrists in a desperate attempt to pry him away.

But his grip was too strong, too unyielding, a stark reminder of the power he wielded, the darkness that had overtaken him.

"Taehyung, please!" I gasped, my voice strained as I fought against his hold. "You're not this! You don't have to do this!"

My vision blurred as I struggled against his grip, feeling the cold edges of fear gnawing at the edges of my consciousness.

His eyes burned with fury, but somewhere deep within them, I caught a flicker of something else—confusion, perhaps, or the remnants of a past life where he was more than just the devil king.

Yet, that glimmer was fleeting, drowned out by the storm of emotions raging within him.

"Lisa," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, "you don't understand what you're asking for. You're tangled in a web far beyond your comprehension."

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, a mixture of fear and heartbreak. "I love you, Taehyung,"

I whispered my words barely a breath against the suffocating grip he had on me. "I don't care what you are—I just want to talk. Please let me explain."

But he only tightened his grip, his expression unyielding, and at that moment, I realized how deeply the devil had taken hold of him, threatening to consume everything he had once been.

"Can you swear to me that you have not even remotely thought of seeking Jimin's help and that your heart has not clung to any feelings you have for him?"

His eyes, devoured by anger, seemed to pierce my very soul. I could feel the weight of his question pressing down on me, and when I hesitated, I saw the flicker of hurt flash across his face.

Seeing that I didn't answer, partly because I was struggling to breathe and partly because I wouldn't have been honest, I managed to say, "I didn't do anything, but he was trying to help me." My voice wavered, thick with desperation.

"That still doesn't answer what I wanted to hear, Lisa," he shot back, his tone icy.

"But you will come to the Sabbath night tonight. If you don't..." He paused, letting the threat hang in the air like a storm cloud, before finally releasing his grip.

My legs crumpled beneath me, unable to bear the weight of my fear and confusion. I fell to the ground, gasping for air, the remnants of his anger swirling around me like a dark fog.

As he turned away, I felt a hollow ache in my chest, a chasm opening up where I had once felt his warmth.

"No! I'm not going there!" I yelled after him, the words bursting from my lips as I finally managed to fill my lungs with precious oxygen.

But as I looked up, he was already gone, leaving behind nothing but the charred footprints in the grass, the ground blackened where his rage had left its mark.

The silence that followed was deafening, wrapping around me like a shroud. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, mingling with despair.

I pressed my hands against the ground, feeling the heat radiate from where he had stood. The fear was overwhelming, the weight of his anger still palpable in the air.

I had crossed a line, and the consequences loomed like a dark shadow over me.

Tears pricked at my eyes as I whispered to the empty space where he had been, "Taehyung, please... I didn't mean to hurt you."

My voice trembled, a mixture of regret and longing. I didn't know how to bridge the chasm that had opened between us, and the thought of facing the Sabbat without him was unbearable.

With a heavy heart, I pulled myself up, determination igniting within me. I would find a way to make him understand.

I couldn't let our connection be severed like this, not when I knew that deep down, beneath the fury and the darkness, he was still the man I loved.

I had to confront him, to face whatever awaited me at the Sabbat. I couldn't back down now—not when everything I felt for him was on the line.

Just as I struggled to catch my breath, Jimin rushed toward me, panic etched on his face. "Lisa, what happened?" His voice was a mix of concern and urgency, but all I could feel was anger bubbling beneath the surface.

"Shut up, Jimin!" I snapped, frustration spilling over. "Because of you and that useless mediatrix, whatever Hyuna did to me, Taehyung won't even listen to me!"

Jimin closed the distance between us, gripping my shoulders tightly. "It's better he never does, Lisa."

I pushed him away, feeling my heart race. "What kind of spell did you put on me that I can't talk to Taehyung? I can barely speak to him anymore! What is this?" My voice trembled, caught between fear and desperation.

"I just don't want you to go to him, Lisa. Why can't you understand that?" Jimin's expression softened, but the determination in his eyes was unyielding.

I couldn't help but let out a laugh, the sound bitter and mocking. "It's you who doesn't understand anything. I love him! I want him!" I could feel the fire in my heart surging with every word I spoke.

"It's not you saying it; it's Taehyung's allure and charm and magic," Jimin countered, his voice firm.

"He never put a spell on me! If he did, it was his true love with me, and what I did to him!" I shot back, my heart pounding with conviction.

"Don't forget what he did to you, Lisa. He cheated on you with Hyuna." Jimin's words sliced through the air, sharp and accusing.

I looked him straight in the eyes, resolute. "He didn't. I know he didn't, and his words told me so. He never lied to me."

"He is a devil, Lisa. His nature is to lie." Jimin's voice dropped, but the weight of his warning hung between us like a shadow.

I couldn't suppress a chuckle that escaped my lips, a strange mixture of disbelief and defiance. "What are you? An angel who loves to play with minds?"

I shook my head, anger mingling with affection for Jimin's misguided attempts to protect me.

"Lisa, please..." he pleaded, his voice softer now, the concern genuine.

"No! I'm done listening to you. Taehyung needs me, and I need him!" My heart raced as I turned away from him, determination blazing within me.

I had to find Taehyung to show him that my love was stronger than any magic or illusion.

Jimin grabbed my wrist again, desperation flashing in his eyes. "You don't know what you're getting into! You could get hurt!"

I wrenched my arm free, my voice firm. "Then let me get hurt! It's my choice to make, not yours."

With that, I took off, pushing past Jimin and sprinting towards the garden, where I hoped to find Taehyung before it was too late.

Every step echoed the truth in my heart: I loved him, and no one—not even an angel—could take that away from me.

I stepped out of the college and caught a bus home, the weight of the day hanging heavily on my shoulders.

As soon as I reached the front door, I kicked, and as soon as my mother opened the door, she looked at me, her brow furrowed with concern.

"Baby, are you okay? You came home early from college. Did something happen?"

I forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil churning inside me. "Yes, I'm fine. My classes were just canceled, so I came home."

I brushed past her and headed to my room, the familiar surroundings offering little comfort. Once inside, I kept my bag on the floor, moved to the closet, and changed out of my college uniform.

The fabric felt suffocating against my skin, a reminder of the day's chaos. I stripped down, letting the cool air wash over me, and stepped into the shower.

The hot water cascaded down my body, washing away the lingering dread, even if just for a moment.

After my bath, I slipped into a soft frock that hugged me gently, a small semblance of comfort in a world that felt increasingly alien.

I descended the stairs, hoping to shake off the shadows of the day, but the ache in my chest persisted.

Even during lunch, I lied to my mother, insisting I was fine. I excused myself, feigning exhaustion, and retreated to my room.

The walls felt safe, but they also confined me, trapping the weight of my thoughts. As I lay down, I could feel the exhaustion dragging me under, and soon I succumbed to sleep.

The evening passed with an agonizing slowness, each tick of the clock echoing my unrest. When I finally woke up, the nightmares still clung to me, leaving me disoriented and drained.

I felt as if I were buried beneath an avalanche of emotions, too heavy to lift myself out of bed.

My mother entered my room, her voice gentle but insistent. "Lisa, it's time to get up for dinner, dear."

I curled further under the covers, wishing I could disappear. "I... I just want to sleep," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need rest. Maybe I won't go to college tomorrow..."

She approached my bed, concern etched on her face. "What's wrong, honey? Are you sick?"

"Just tired," I replied, my voice cracking. I felt a lock of hair fall across my face, and she tucked it behind my ear, her touch warm and soothing.

"Alright, I'll let you sleep," she said softly. "Would you like me to bring you dinner here?"

"No, please," I insisted, feeling guilty for her concern. "I'm fine. I feel full."

She hesitated, her eyes searching mine for any hint of the truth. "Okay, I'm going to my room. If you need anything, just call me."

With that, she left, and I allowed the silence to envelop me once more.

I fell asleep again a few minutes later, hoping to escape the whirlwind of thoughts that tormented me.

I didn't know how long I slept, but I awoke again when the night was deep and heavy, shadows dancing along the walls as I lay there, trying to catch my breath amidst the chaos of my mind.

"Human," a hissing voice suddenly called out to me. I bolted upright, my blood running cold at the sight before me.

A creature stood at the foot of my bed, its long, wavy raven hair cascading down its back, crowned by two large, twisted mouflon horns.

It was draped entirely in black, blending seamlessly with the shadows of my room. In its hands, it held a dark cloth, and its eyes glowed like embers, piercing through the darkness.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling despite my efforts to sound brave.

"I am your guide to the Sabbat," the demon replied, its voice smooth yet unsettling. "I have been ordered to give you instructions."

My heart raced as I tried to process its words. "What do you want from me?"

"Tonight at midnight, a messenger crow will come to lead you to the place of the assembly," it explained, its gaze unwavering.

"You must wait for him dressed in these garments." The creature lifted the black cloth, revealing a dark, flowing robe that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light.

"I already told you, I will not go!" I shot back, my defiance masking the fear coiling in my stomach.

The demon leaned closer, its eyes narrowing. "Nobody can refuse an invitation to Sabbat. If you don't come of your own accord, you will be taken."

It paused, letting the weight of its words sink in. "See you tonight. The Lord is waiting for you, human girl."

Before I could respond, the creature vanished in a swirl of darkness, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts and the chilling realization of what awaited me.

The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with an impending dread.

I clutched the sheets, torn between fear and curiosity. What did the Sabbat mean? What fate awaited me if I refused?

As the clock ticked down to midnight, I knew one thing for certain: there was no escaping the darkness that had come to claim me.

The hours crawled by, each minute stretching into eternity. I tossed and turned in bed, desperate for sleep, but my mind was a storm of anxiety.

Nerves prickled at my skin, and my stomach churned with agitation. "I don't want to go there..." I whispered to the darkness, but deep down, I knew the clock was ticking inexorably toward my fate.

By 2:45 PM, I was so tense I felt as if I might throw up. My gaze drifted to the black dress resting at the foot of my bed, a haunting reminder of the choices that had led me here. I felt trapped, knowing I had no other option.

I replayed the events in my mind—the unexpected kiss from Jimin, the betrayal that had spiraled into this punishment.

I never intended for things to go that way. My heart ached at the thought of Taehyung's disappointment, but I felt the weight of my actions pressing down on me like a shroud.

With shaky hands, I approached my closet, stripping off my clothes as if shedding my very skin. I reached for the black lace lingerie, its delicate fabric contrasting starkly with the heaviness in my heart.

I slipped it on, the lace clinging to me like a second skin.

Then I pulled on the dark, flowing robe the demon had given me, its fabric whispering against my skin as I moved.

I walked to the mirror, my reflection staring back at me with hollow eyes that seemed to echo my despair.

"I wish I could run away from Taehyung," I thought, the ache of longing mixing with guilt. But I knew I had to face this punishment, to confront the darkness that loomed ahead.

It wasn't my mistake; it was Jimin who had initiated the chaos. Yet I felt the burden of the fallout on my shoulders, and the thought of trying to explain to Taehyung felt futile.

As the minutes ticked down to midnight, dread settled in my chest. I couldn't escape this destiny. I had to embrace whatever awaited me at the Sabbat, even if it meant stepping deeper into the shadows.