╰┈➤❝𝔏𝔦𝔰𝔞❞

Jimin crashed to the ground with a muffled groan, dust and debris flying up around him. His hand shot up to clutch his blood-soaked throat, trying to stanch the flow.

Angels rushed to his side, but he waved them off, his voice a hoarse command despite his injuries.

"Stay back! I have to eliminate him!" Jimin's voice, though weakened, carried a fierce determination. His defiance seemed to breathe life back into his battered body.

Slowly, he rose from the ground, spreading his majestic wings wide, their brilliance refusing to be dimmed. With a sharp cry, he lifted his sword high and shot into the sky once more.

Watching him, I felt a wave of confusion wash over me, my mind reeling. As the battle raged in front of me, I was pulled into a swirl of fragmented memories that crashed over me like a tidal wave.

A girl stood in front of a mirror, her reflection staring back at her in awe. She was adorned in a stunning dress, her lips parted in a shy smile.

Behind her, a boy with raven hair and piercing dark eyes leaned in, his breath warm against her bare shoulder.

His voice, low and tender, echoed in her ear. "You are humanly delightful," he whispered. The girl's heart fluttered, her cheeks flushed with warmth.

A shiver ran down my spine as I recognized that girl—it was me. But how? Why?

"What does this mean? Who... who am I?" I whispered into the chaos, feeling the tears sting my eyes as I struggled to understand.

More memories flooded my mind—painful, fragmented, and incoherent, like shards of glass cutting through my thoughts.

Faces, places, emotions—all rushing at me with blinding speed, none of them making sense. A life I didn't know I had lived, moments I didn't remember experiencing, yet they felt so real, so familiar.

I felt as though my soul was being torn open, bleeding memories of a past life that I had long forgotten—or perhaps had been forced to forget.

My knees buckled beneath me, and I pressed my hands to my head, trying to stop the onslaught of images. It was too much—too overwhelming.

The girl in the mirror, the boy with eyes, the tenderness in his voice. And then, the darkness, the pull toward something far more dangerous, far more consuming.

I gasped, my breath hitching as I looked up at Taehyung. His eyes were fixed on me, burning with a possessive intensity that terrified and entranced me at the same time.

The devil who claimed I was his. The one who had stirred these memories awake inside me. His gaze held the answers, but I was too frightened to reach out for them.

"What... what did you do to me?" I whispered, my voice trembling with fear and desperation, as I clutched my chest, feeling the ache of something precious that had been lost.

The visions continued to overwhelm me, images flashing through my mind like fleeting moments from a forgotten dream.

A golden-haired boy stood in front of me, his smile radiant and his amber eyes filled with warmth. He extended his hand toward me, his voice soft and filled with familiarity. "I didn't know we were the same age... It will be a pleasure to have you as a classmate!" he said, his smile widening.

My heart fluttered at his words, a strange joy blooming in my chest as I reached out to take his hand.

"For me too," I replied, my fingers gently squeezing his as I felt a rush of butterflies swirl inside me. There was something so peaceful, so comforting in his presence as if we had shared something deep and unspoken.

But as quickly as the memory appeared, it slipped away, leaving me gasping for clarity.

I blinked, trying to steady myself, but the onslaught of visions didn't stop. I was torn between what I knew and what I was beginning to remember.

My head pounded as confusion tangled with fear, and I pressed my hands to my temples, trying to make sense of it all.

"What... what are these visions?!" I cried out, my voice trembling as I struggled to understand the flashes of my past that were being unearthed against my will.

They felt so vivid, so real. But how could they be?

I didn't know this golden-haired boy. I didn't know these moments. And yet... deep down, something inside me whispered that I did.

As then I saw the devil was coming towards me, but Jimin held me as he said. "Lisa go from there he will take you, you need to hide from him." But I didn't move a bit.

My thoughts shattered under the weight of his voice, the sound cutting through the chaos of battle and piercing the fog of confusion that enveloped me.

"God is on my side, devil!" roared the archangel Jimin, his golden sword clashing against the dark scepter wielded by Taehyung.

The sheer force of their confrontation sent tremors through the air, the light and darkness swirling around us like an impending storm.

"But really? Then he must be quite a bit distracted right now as he's letting you die!"Taehyung grinned wickedly, his laughter echoing during the clash as he lunged at Jimin with terrifying speed.

In that moment of chaos, a voice, deep and rough like the growl of a beast, slithered into my mind. "Lisa..." it called a raw urgency that sent shivers down my spine.

My heart raced, caught between the tension of the battle and the haunting familiarity of the name. "Have you forgotten that? You swore to me, eternal love..."

It was Taehyung's voice—the devil who fought against Jimin. It was warm, seductive, and utterly familiar.

"And I swore to you to stay by your side forever and to protect you... Lisa, you can't have forgotten that we have made love; we have mated with each other. You forget that I am your owner, Lisa! I am your devil, your lord, your lover. Please, Lisa, you can't have forgotten me!"

With each word, the crude sweetness of his voice ripped through the layers of forgetfulness that had settled over my mind.

Painful memories surged forth like long-buried secrets clawing their way to the surface. I felt as though the black blankets obscuring my past were torn apart, exposing the raw truths beneath.

Suddenly, I collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed as atrocious pangs of realization pierced through my distraught mind.

I pressed my hands hard against my temples as if I could physically contain the tempest raging within me.

The images returned, more vivid now—glimpses of stolen moments shared with Taehyung, the warmth of his embrace, the fire of our connection that ignited my very soul.

"No... this can't be real!" I gasped, struggling to reconcile the conflicting emotions swirling within me. "This can't be who I am!"

But deep down, a part of me recognized the truth, fighting against the denial that threatened to consume me.

The echoes of our love haunted me, wrapping around my heart like tendrils of darkness, and for a fleeting moment, I felt the bittersweet tug of longing mixed with dread.

I felt like I was teetering on the edge of an abyss, the memories crashing over me like waves from a storm.

Each recollection pierced my defenses, relentless and chaotic as if a horde of barbarians had breached the gates of my mind.

I found myself in a dark room, the window thrown open to the new moon. Shards of glass lay scattered across the cold floor beside a heavy tome that leafed through its pages on its own.

Then, before me stood Taehyung, a figure enveloped in darkness, his eyes burning with hatred and boredom.

"I am Taehyung. Who are you that summoned me?" His voice resonated with an authority that sent a shiver down my spine.

The scene shifted, now a grand but closed space, where tears stained the marble floor beneath me. "I will... I will give you my virginity as established in our covenant... I swear to you."

My voice trembled as I made the promise. "And I swear to you that I will protect you from sadness and pain, from everything that can hurt you."

A strange numbness washed over me as he lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze, his face wet with tears. "Word of the king of Darkness, Taehyung..."

Then the images began to flow faster, swirling around me without any coherence.

"I swore to you that Jimin's heart will be yours, but I never said I would give him yours."

I glimpsed a flash of reality.

"Taehyung has been away from college for two years for health reasons, but this spring he is back, right in his sister's class. Maybe most of you don't know, but he is Lisa Lim's older brother."

As the memories slowed, clarity began to seep into my consciousness. I remembered my decision, my choice to be with him forever—a promise woven with threads of devotion and desire.

"Taehyung..." I mentally called out to him, desperation creeping into my voice, but there was no answer.

Then, panic surged through me as I looked up, horror gripping my heart. Everything happened too quickly: Jimin's sword flew from his hand, embedding itself in the ground with a dull thud.

"Die and despair!" he shouted at Taehyung, his face twisted with anger and determination.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze as I realized the stakes of this battle. I felt a primal instinct urging me to intervene, to prevent this clash from spiraling out of control.

The love I felt for Taehyung battled against the loyalty I had for Jimin, and I was caught in the crossfire of their destinies.

The devil roared, pointing his scepter at Jimin, ready to unleash all his dark power.

But just as he prepared to strike, three golden figures—uncanny reflections of Jimin—suddenly appeared, their swords piercing the devil's body with ruthless precision.

Black blood gushed from the three sword wounds, and the devil's legs buckled beneath him, overwhelmed by pain and the weight of his own malevolence.

For a moment, he stood still, shock etched on his face, but then a chilling laugh erupted from him—a laugh that could freeze the blood in anyone's veins, utterly devoid of joy.

"Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel... what a delightful reunion," he sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice. "We haven't seen each other for millions of years, and is this how you greet me? Idiot Archangels!"

The only female archangel, Gabriel, looked at him in disbelief, her expression a mix of shock and determination. "Are you still alive?!" she exclaimed, pulling her sword from his flesh with a swift motion.

"Do me a favor, you three. Go play with your dicks somewhere else; I need to finish my business with Jimin!" The devil staggered to his feet, baring his fangs and growling furiously.

But before he could launch an attack, a fourth sword pierced him from below the left shoulder blade, causing him to gasp in surprise.

"You always flaunt your arrogance," Jimin said, his voice steady, the glow of righteousness surrounding him.

"You act like you're the strongest, yet if you weren't so weak, you'd never have turned your back on the enemy and let your guard down." With that, he released his sword, now embedded deep within the devil's body, their fates intertwined.

The devil's laughter turned into a snarl, his expression shifting from arrogance to rage as he realized the severity of his situation.

"You think you've won?" He hissed, fury lighting up his features. "I will not be defeated so easily!"

Jimin stepped forward, unwavering. "You're not just fighting us, Taehyung; you're fighting for your own soul. This needs to end now." His determination was palpable, filling the air with a sense of impending victory.

As the archangels stood united against the darkness, a fierce light began to envelop them, casting shadows that danced wildly across the battlefield.

I could feel the tension building, an electric charge in the atmosphere as the two forces prepared for their final confrontation.

"Lisa, you don't have to be afraid," Jimin said, glancing back at me, his eyes full of conviction. "We're here to protect you."

But as I watched, I knew that this was more than just a battle between good and evil; it was a struggle for love, identity, and the future we all desired.

As the devil faced his attackers, the truth began to surface within me—my connection to Taehyung ran deeper than I had ever imagined.

"Taehyung!" I called out, feeling tears streaming down my cheeks. I jumped up and ran towards him, passing the archangels who stared at me in horror.

I felt like I was teetering on the edge of a world about to crumble, as fragile as a cricket on a hay stalk.

"Don't come near!" Taehyung roared, his eyes flashing with a scarlet glow. "The wave of magic, no matter how pure, could destroy you. Stay where you are." His voice was calmer now, but the warning still echoed in my mind.

Everyone around us was stunned as he picked up his scepter, rising from the ground drenched in blood.

I watched in disbelief as he pulled out three swords embedded in his body: one in his side, another piercing through his back and emerging from his belly, and the last lodged in his chest.

"I won't leave without her," he said, his voice steady, yet filled with a fierce determination. In his eyes, I saw a glint of steel, resolute and unyielding.

His black hair fell in dark spirals, tousled by an invisible storm, framing his pale, tired face. He looked like a fragile flower, worn yet still beautiful.

With a dramatic spread of his six black wings, his claws elongated, fangs bared, and his pupils constricted as the scarlet iris consumed the whites of his eyes—two pools of blood.

He lunged fiercely at Jimin, swinging the scepter in a deadly arc, aiming to decapitate him. But just in time, Jimin dodged the strike.

I realized Taehyung had put his last remaining strength into that desperate attack; he no longer moved with his usual grace.

Though his blows had the force to knock an elephant out cold, they became less precise and effective with every strike.

Jimin, however, dodged him effortlessly, remaining calm even as Taehyung lunged again. A wave of desperation washed over me.

"He will die..." was the only thought racing through my mind.

Suddenly, an excruciating pain gripped my shoulder blades, as if my skin had ripped open and something was leaking.

I glanced back to see two enormous brown wings, soaked in blood, powerful like an eagle's. Without thinking, I acted.

I don't know if I jumped or flew, but in an instant, I was several meters off the ground, my arms wrapped around Taehyung's neck, shielding him with my body.

"I want to stay with you," I cried. "I want to go home, to hell. This place without you is bitter and dry, more desolate than a desert."

I felt his arms close around me, holding me tightly. His warmth enveloped me, igniting a fire within my core, and filling me with strength and courage.

I grasped the devil's scepter, its weight forcing me to hold it with both hands. I turned and aimed it at Jimin, who looked back at me with a mixture of sadness and surprise. "If you're going to keep attacking him, you'll have to eliminate me first. For me, heaven is like hell."

Jimin's eyes widened, clearly taken aback by my declaration. But he quickly regained his composure, his gaze steady.

"Your soul has been tainted... As an angel, I cannot allow it. I must interpose judgment over love," he murmured, sadness lining his voice. He turned his head away, hiding his eyes from me.

When he faced me again, the goodness and sweetness I had always known in him had vanished. "You chose this path, and now you must bear its weight."

In an instant, everything changed. A silver orb of light surged toward me, pushing me backward.

I struggled to open my eyes against the blinding brightness.

When I finally managed to see, I found myself staring at the luminous sphere, which now pointed directly at Taehyung, who stood before me.

"Get out of the way!" Taehyung shouted, panic lacing his voice. But it was too late.

A deafening explosion erupted, and the shockwave hurled me several meters away. I fought to reopen my eyes, but all I saw was a thick fog enveloping me.

Slowly, a dark figure began to emerge in the distance. Taehyung's wings were torn, dripping with crimson fluid, but he was alive.

"From the start, your attack wasn't aimed at her, was it?" Taehyung demanded, glaring at the archangel Jimin. "Even if you wanted to, you wouldn't be able to harm her."

"That is an opening that leads to hell," Jimin replied coldly, avoiding Taehyung's question. "Go through it."

"Jimin..." I called out softly.

"Move!" he roared, avoiding my gaze. "Soon, the demons will notice the passage and will try to invade!"

I looked at Taehyung in disbelief. If he was surprised, he hid it well.

He extended his hand toward me, and I grabbed it instinctively, feeling the warmth of his grip as he took hold of the back of my neck.

"I promise you that I will do everything possible to make you happy," he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You will be happier here than on Earth, happier than in heaven."

I smiled, yearning to pull him close, even with my smaller brown wings wrapping around him. But then I remembered Jimin and pulled away, glancing over Taehyung's shoulder.

Jimin was walking away, his white wings tattered and his posture more stooped and weary than I had ever seen. "Jimin..." I called again. "Jimin!"

I tried once more, but he didn't turn around. Instead, he halted in his tracks, and I saw him kneel.

"Jimin... thank you..." I said softly, unsure if he heard me. I noticed him tremble slightly as if my words had reached him.

"Goodbye, Jimin."

Suddenly, Jimin's voice echoed in my mind. "This time, the devil wins, Lisa. But I still love you, and I pray that one day your heart will change and see the darkness in the devil."

A smile crept onto my face as I realized my love for Taehyung would never waver. I knew Jimin was heartbroken, but my heart belonged to the devil—that was the undeniable truth.

THIS IS THE FATE I CHOSE... And this is what I do not regret, for it is my soul. I had connected with the devil once, and I remember that day—the day of the red moon.

My body was unaware, but he claimed me as his own. I was pure, yet I craved him; he loves me, and together we share a forbidden love.

I want to repent for nothing.

The devil held my hand, taking me back to hell. With our wings unfurled, we soared through the darkened sky, and at that moment, I felt a profound happiness wash over me.

This was what I needed.

╰┈➤❝𝔗𝔞𝔢𝔥𝔶𝔲𝔫𝔤❞

As we tore through the heavens and descended into hell, the battle with Jimin, the powerful angel, came to its inevitable end.

Though I defeated him, I could not ignore the respect I held for his strength, even as he fought relentlessly against me.

In the final moments, when the clash between heaven and hell seemed destined for bloodshed or worse—perhaps the death of one of us—Lisa made the decision that I never expected.

She stepped between us, her body a fragile barrier against two forces that could tear the universe apart. And yet, she chose me.

She chose us. Her choice ended the war before it truly began.

When we finally reached my castle, the weight of our victory still clung to the air.

Trillions of demons, more than one could ever count, gathered at the gates, their eyes glowing with reverence and loyalty.

As they laid eyes on me, a chorus rose, echoing off the obsidian walls and filling the dark skies.

"Hail the Devil!" they cried in unison. "We humbly welcome you back, Lord Devil... and Lady Lisa."

Their words echoed in my ears, but I could barely focus. My body, though unbroken, was drained.

The fight had weakened me more than I cared to admit.

Lisa stood by my side, and I knew that soon, I would need to make her like me—an immortal.

But first, I needed to heal her soul and bind it to her body once more. Only then would she stand beside me as an eternal queen.

I looked over the masses, my voice commanding their attention as I spoke, though it was quieter than usual. "I bless you all with the darkness. You came for me, and for that, I honor you."

The demons, their faces twisted in admiration and fear, bowed lower. "Lord, we know you fought in heaven, that you defeated the angels, and returned with the Lady. You are the most powerful king. We wish to celebrate this victory, to offer sacrifices in your name, and to give everything we have to please you."

I raised my hand, signaling for their silence, and the sea of demons immediately hushed. "There will be a celebration," I said, my voice low and deliberate. "But not now. After the half moon."

They nodded, understanding the command beneath my words. I dismissed them with a simple gesture, watching as they melted back into the shadows.

As they vanished, I turned toward Lisa, her presence pulling me from the weight of my kingdom and back to the reason I fought so fiercely.

Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, the world felt smaller—as if all that mattered was her.

As soon as I took hold of Lisa's soul, her hand cold but familiar in mine, I brought her to my chambers.

The room materialized before us, dark and vast, the walls adorned with relics of past battles and victories.

In the center, illuminated by a faint, otherworldly glow, lay her body on the pentagram etched into the floor—my mark, the symbol of my reign over hell.

Elpass, my loyal crow, was perched nearby, his sharp eyes watching as I entered. He fluttered toward me, his wings casting a brief shadow over Lisa's still form.

"Lord, you've returned," he croaked, his voice carrying both relief and devotion. He nuzzled against me, a rare show of affection.

I let out a soft chuckle and playfully scolded him. "Elpass, behave yourself."

He backed off slightly, his head bowing. "My apologies, my Lord. I've been waiting for you. For the first time... I was afraid, of being alone with Lady Lisa's body. But my thoughts were always on you, and I'm glad you're back, my most powerful Lord."

I stroked his sleek black feathers briefly, then shifted my focus to Lisa's body lying on the pentagram. Her chest was still, her face peaceful, as if untouched by the war that had raged moments before.

But I knew her soul was no longer tethered to the mortal world—it was now in my hands.

"Elpass," I said, my voice softer now, "you've done well. But now the real work begins."

The crow hopped back to give me space as I moved closer to Lisa's body. Her soul lingered by my side, a gentle glow radiating from it.

I knew this moment was fragile, the balance between life and death delicate. I had to bind her soul to her immortal form, transforming her into something eternal, like me.

I knelt beside her body, placing a hand over her heart, feeling the coolness of her skin. "Lisa," I murmured, more to myself than to her, "you've chosen me. Now, I choose you. Forever."

The dark energy within me stirred, ready to begin the ritual. There was no turning back now.

Soon, she would rise—not as a mere human, but as the Queen of Hell.

My Queen.

As her soul hovered before me, her ethereal eyes met mine, filled with trust and anticipation.

I smiled softly, feeling the weight of the moment.

I reached out, gently taking her hand in mine. "Let me take you to your body," I whispered.

Lisa nodded, her soul radiating a soft glow as she allowed me to guide her. I led her to where her body lay, lifeless yet perfect, untouched by time.

With care, I helped her soul settle beside her physical form, knowing that this was the final step in bringing her back—not as the woman she once was, but as something greater.

I raised my hand, calling upon the dark magic that only the King of Hell could wield.

The air around us thickened with power, the shadows deepening as I began the incantation.

The words of the dark spell rolled off my tongue, ancient and binding.

Slowly, I directed her soul into her body, the force of my power swirling around us as her essence merged with her flesh.

The moment her soul connected with her body, a faint shimmer rippled across her skin. The dark magic bound them together, sealing her fate.

And then it happened—a sharp gasp escaped her lips. Her body jerked, life flooding back into her as if she had been awakened from the deepest slumber.

I watched closely, my heart pounding in my chest despite my immortality. The sight of her coming back to life, fully and truly, as my queen, was more powerful than any victory I had ever known.

"Lisa," I whispered, my voice barely audible but full of reverence. "You are mine... forever."

Lisa's chest rose and fell with a sudden, sharp breath, her eyes fluttering open as if she were awakening from a dream.

I stood still, watching her, my gaze locked on her as she slowly turned her head toward me, her eyes—once mortal—now glowing with the dark energy I had poured into her.

She was no longer bound by the frailties of humanity.

She was eternal. She was mine.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The only sound was the crackle of dark flames flickering in the room's corners.

Her body, still adjusting to its new form, trembled slightly as she sat up, her gaze uncertain but filled with the unspoken bond between us.

I stepped closer, my hand brushing her cheek, marveling at the new strength I could feel coursing through her veins.

"How do you feel?" I asked, my voice low but laced with a tenderness I hadn't known I was capable of.

Her lips parted, and she breathed out softly, "Different... but whole." Her voice was the same, yet there was something more, a deeper resonance.

"You are no longer just Lisa," I said, my hand tracing her jawline. "You are the one I choose for me, a Devil's Queen."

Her eyes widened slightly at the words, the weight of her new reality sinking in.

She looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers, as though feeling the power that now resided in every part of her being. "I can feel it," she whispered. "The darkness... it's inside me."

I knelt before her, taking both her hands in mine, my eyes locked on hers.

"This power is yours now. You've chosen me, and now you stand beside me as my equal. No more wars, no more battles for you to fight. You are beyond all of that."

She nodded slowly, her breath steadying as the truth of her transformation settled over her.

I could feel her soul settling into this new existence, the unease slowly melting away, replaced by the confidence of her new title.

"Does it scare you?" I asked softly, my thumb brushing the back of her hand, grounding her in this moment between us.

She looked at me, her eyes unwavering. "No," she said, her voice stronger now. "Not when I'm with you."

A surge of possessive pride welled up in me. I pulled her closer, resting my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling.

"Then we are unstoppable," I murmured, my fingers tightening around hers. "Together, we will rule everything. Heaven, Hell, and all that lies between."

Her lips curved into a soft smile, her hands wrapping around mine, grounding me in the gravity of this moment. "I chose you," she said, her voice a whisper but firm. "I will always choose you."

The fire in my chest blazed hotter at her words. I had fought angels, demons, and everything in between for this moment, but nothing compared to the power of her choice.

She was no longer just the woman who had captured my heart—she was now the queen who would stand beside me, forever.

I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, feeling the darkness of my power intertwine with hers, binding us together in a way nothing else could.

"Welcome to eternity, my Queen," I whispered against her lips, sealing her fate with mine.

As Elpass croaked, "Lord, I am here," Lisa blushed beside me, her delicate smile lighting up the darkened room. She turned her gaze toward him. "Elpass, you're always like that," she teased, her voice soft.

I glanced at him with a knowing smirk. "Go and prepare my bath. You know what I need." He understood at once—the ritual of blood sacrifice, the darkness, and the replenishment of my strength.

Even though I possessed immense power, the battle against heaven had taken its toll. Facing countless angels, their purity clashing with my darkness, left its mark on me.

Still, I emerged victorious, more powerful than ever. Elpass, understanding my needs, disappeared from the room without another word.

But in the silence that followed, I could sense something off in Lisa.

Though she smiled at me, the sadness lingered beneath the surface. Her soul, now bound to mine, was still adjusting to the weight of immortality.

I stepped closer, my gaze never leaving hers, my voice low as I spoke. "If, however, you wish to be with me forever," I began, my words heavy with the gravity of the decision she had made, "then I will make love to you here and now, binding us eternally. But if you tell me now... if you have any questions... I have the power to return you to Earth, as though nothing ever happened. You could live the life you once knew, free of this world... and free of me."

Her smile faded as the weight of my words settled over her. For a moment, her gaze drifted downward, and I could feel her inner conflict—a part of her still tethered to the human world, to her past.

And then, her eyes lifted to meet mine, filled with certainty.

"My heart has already decided," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I want to love you eternally... more than anything."

She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around me, her body warm against mine. I felt her tears on my chest, though they weren't of regret or sadness but of acceptance.

"I am yours, Taehyung," she said, her voice soft but resolute. "I was just missing my mother. But I know I can't return, and I have no regrets."

I tightened my arms around her, my heart swelling with both pride and love.

She had chosen me, despite everything she had left behind.

Her soul was mine now, and I would cherish it for eternity.

"You will never be alone," I whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I will be your world, just as you are mine."

She looked up at me, her eyes glistening with fierce love. "I'm ready," she whispered, sealing her promise with a kiss.

At that moment, I knew there would be no going back. Lisa had chosen this path, and I would honor it with every ounce of my being.

Eternity stretched before us, and together, we would rule hell and whatever came next.

As her tears glistened, I leaned in and gently licked them away, savoring the taste of her emotions. "No worries," I whispered, my voice soothing. "We will visit the Earth like we used to, whenever you wish."

She smiled faintly, leaning into me, but I could sense her lingering uncertainty. "I love you, Taehyung," she said softly, her voice tinged with a hint of hesitation. "But I have a question."

I nodded, keeping my eyes on her, already sensing the weight of what she was about to ask. "What is it?"

She hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Will you take my life again? I mean... you told me you'd give me a week, but it happened so fast, and I don't know how it happened."

A small smile tugged at my lips. "Lisa," I began my hand gently cupping her face, "once your soul separated from your body, it meant you were already dead in the human world. Now, it's not about taking your soul again. Your life there has ended. You're no longer bound by the rules of that world. You belong here, with me."

Her eyes searched mine, processing my words, the finality of it all sinking in. "What about my mother?" she asked, her voice small, almost fragile. "Does she know? Does she know I'm... dead?"

I shook my head slowly, keeping my gaze steady on her. "No one noticed your disappearance. When I took your body, Jimin took your soul. The people who were there... I erased their memories of you. It's as though you never existed in their world."

Lisa's lips parted, her eyes widening slightly in shock. "They don't remember me at all?"

"Not a trace," I confirmed. "Your absence will not cause them pain. It's as if the world rewrote itself to erase any memories of you."

She was silent for a moment, the weight of this new reality pressing down on her.

Her past life was gone, erased from the memories of those she once knew and loved.

I could feel her heart struggling to accept it, but at the same time, I sensed her resolve growing stronger.

"And my mother... she doesn't feel anything?"

I stepped closer, pulling her into my arms, holding her tight as if to shield her from the pain. "No, Lisa. She doesn't feel your absence. She won't grieve for you. I made sure she wouldn't suffer."

For a moment, she rested her head against my chest, silent, as if absorbing all of this.

The tension in her body slowly melted away as she came to terms with what I had done.

She had chosen me, and in doing so, had chosen to leave that world behind.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but I could feel the sincerity behind it. "I think... I think I understand now. I don't belong there anymore. I belong here—with you."

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, feeling her warmth against me, her body molded perfectly to mine. "Yes, my love," I murmured, "you belong here, and I promise, you will never regret it. You and I—together—we are forever."

Lisa looked up at me, her eyes no longer filled with doubt but with a quiet acceptance. "I trust you, Taehyung. For as long as we have eternity... I'm yours."