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The next morning, I awoke from restless sleep plagued by haunting nightmares. Reluctantly, I peeled open my eyelids, apprehension gnawing at my core.

Yet, as the soft morning light bathed my room and the familiar home scent enveloped me, a wave of relief washed over my trembling form.

"It was just a dream," I whispered to myself, a feeble attempt to dispel the lingering unease. With a heavy sigh, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my limbs heavy with exhaustion.

As I padded towards the bathroom, the cool tiles beneath my feet provided a small measure of comfort.

In the bathroom sanctuary, I performed my morning ritual, the rhythmic brushing of teeth and splashing of water serving as a grounding force amidst the lingering echoes of my nightmares.

Yet, even as I cleansed myself, a residual sense of disquiet lingered, like a shadow clinging to my skin.

Returning to my bedroom, I approached the wardrobe with mirrored doors, the polished surface reflecting the image of a girl.

With a practiced motion, I shed my pajamas, the fabric slipping from my skin like a discarded memory.

But the remnants of the dream still clung to me, a persistent whisper in the depths of my consciousness. His gaze, mesmerizing and beguiling, seemed to follow me, piercing through the veil of reality to the very core of my being.

How could a devil exude such allure, such undeniable charm? He was beautiful, but I know it's all a lie.

The answer eluded me—a puzzle with pieces that refused to fit.

With a resigned sigh, I donned my college uniform, the familiar garments a shield against the tumultuous emotions swirling within me.

As I adjusted the collar of my shirt and smoothed the fabric of my skirt, I stole one last glance at the mirror, searching for reassurance in the reflection staring back at me.

Yet, even as I met my gaze, I couldn't shake the feeling that something dark and insidious lingered just beyond the surface, waiting to ensnare me once more.

I couldn't contain a shrill cry as I caught sight of the dark figure in the mirror behind me—a winged being draped entirely in black, except for the piercing red eyes that seemed to blaze like fire.

The devil's pale, plump lips stretched into a menacing smile as he addressed me.

"Well awake, my little virgin, did you sleep well?" His voice carried an otherworldly chill, and his eyes bore into me like those of a predator stalking its prey.

My heart raced with fear as I desperately hoped it was all just a nightmare, praying to awaken from this terrifying ordeal.

"But how do you wake up from a nightmare when you're not sleeping?" His words sliced through the air, confirming my worst fears—it wasn't a dream.

I attempted to flee, but my efforts only led me to collide with the unyielding wall, leaving me more trapped than ever.

Amused by my feeble escape attempt, he closed in on me, seizing my arm with a grip as cold as death itself.

"Don't touch me, Devil!" I screamed, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and terror, as I struggled to break free from his grasp.

"Don't be so difficult; tonight I can touch you as much as I want," he sneered, his grin dripping with malice. The words sent a shiver down my spine, confirming the horrifying reality of my situation.

As his sinister words sank in, a disturbing realization dawned upon me. "But then it's true..." I muttered, the weight of my betrayal crushing my spirit.

"I sold him my virginity... I think in my mind." The confession felt like a betrayal of my innocence, leaving me reeling with shame and confusion.

"Why did you come to me?" I mustered the courage to ask, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

"I have no beauty, and my body is still like that of an immature girl. What do you find so interesting?" It hurt me to vocalize my insecurities, but I needed to understand the depths of his depravity.

The Devil locked eyes with me, his gaze piercing through my soul in search of an answer. "I am not like human beings, who are obsessed with ephemeral things like outward appearance," he replied, his voice dripping with a sinister allure.

"I feed on the purity of body and soul. Humans are as insecure as you are, Lisa. I wanted to taint a soul like yours—a pure one. And you are beautiful, as raw," he declared, his words laced with twisted admiration.

His unexpected compliment caught me off guard, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I'm an idiot," I berated myself, the weight of my own self-loathing pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket.

The devil's gaze intensified, a predatory hunger glinting in his fiery eyes as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin.

"But your innocence is what draws me to you, Lisa," he whispered, his voice like velvet draped over razor wire.

I recoiled, the conflicting emotions of fear and a strange allure warring within me. His words were like honey, sweet yet tainted with a darkness that I couldn't escape.

"How do you know my name No, this isn't right," I stammered, attempting to resist his seductive pull, but my voice faltered, betraying the turmoil raging within me.

He chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "I know everything Lisa and Resistance is futile, my dear. You've already invited me, and this will only end when you will give yourself to me," he murmured his words a hypnotic melody that threatened to engulf my senses.

I struggled to break free from his enchantment, but his presence enveloped me like a suffocating embrace, leaving me powerless against his infernal allure.

"I can't," I whispered, the words barely audible even to my ears as the tendrils of his seduction tightened their grip around me.

With a wicked smile, the devil leaned in even closer, his lips tantalizingly close to mine.

"But you will," he breathed his voice a sultry promise of pleasures yet to come. And in that moment, I knew that I was truly lost in the darkness that he embodied.

His once fiery gaze, reminiscent of May roses, darkened to a shade of crimson that mirrored spilled blood. "Come on, go and check that I have done my part," he urged with a disturbing smile, his voice a haunting echo in the dimly lit room. "You have no escape."

A surge of conflicting emotions flooded through me as his words sent a thrill of excitement tingling down my spine.

Had the Devil's love spells on Jimin truly worked? Despite the rush of anticipation, a gnawing sense of unease clawed at the edges of my mind.

Then, his deep, seductive voice resonated through the air, sending a shiver down my spine. "Yes, I cast a spell of love on Jimin," he confessed, his words dripping with a sinister satisfaction.

I swallowed hard, trying to suppress the fear that threatened to consume me. Did he understand the turmoil raging within me?

"Yes, if I want Lisa, I do," he declared, his voice sending a shiver down my spine as he uttered my name with a possessiveness that sent chills down my spine.

In a swirl of darkness, the devil vanished, leaving behind only a thin veil of obscurity.

I stood frozen in place, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air, knowing that I was now entangled in a web of darkness from which there was no escape.

My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I grabbed my bag and bolted downstairs.

My mother stood in the kitchen, a cheerful smile plastered on her face. I forced a smile back, the muscles in my face protesting the effort.

"Good morning, Mom," I choked out, voice barely above a whisper.

Her smile faltered for a fleeting moment, replaced by a flicker of concern in her eyes. "Sit down, my love," she said, her voice laced with a worry I couldn't disguise. "I'll have breakfast ready in a jiff."

The very thought of food turned my stomach. Fear, cold and sharp, twisted around my insides. It warred with a desperate, feverish hope—the devil's words echoing in my mind.

Could they be true? Could Jimin...? No. Denial arises a flimsy shield against the terror gnawing at me.

"Mom," I blurted, my voice cracking. "I'm super late for the test. Like, way behind schedule. College canteen food, you know? Gotta grab it and go. So sorry!"

The lie tumbled out before I could stop it. Guilt pricked at me, hot and sharp, but the primal urge to flee this tainted space was stronger.

I couldn't stay here, not after that. That thing had been here. Not knowing what else to do, I threw my arms around my mother in a suffocating hug, the unspoken plea for comfort hanging heavy in the air.

Then I was out the door, fleeing into the cool morning air. I took the bus, and then once I reached the college My legs pumped, carrying me towards the college at breakneck speed.

The building loomed in sight, a beacon of (hopefully) holy ground. Bursting through the doors, I ignored curious stares and hurried footsteps, my singular focus the haven of the worship house.

Reaching the sanctuary, I sank onto a wooden pew, the worn surface a stark contrast to the turmoil within me.

Tears welled up, blurring my vision. With trembling hands, I clasped them together, the wood rough against my palms.

"God," I sobbed, the word a broken plea escaping my lips. "Please, God, protect me. Protect my innocence. Don't let the devil... don't let him take it from me. Please take away his power. I don't want to love Jimin like that. Please, make it stop!" My voice hitched with a sob as I poured out my heart, desperate and raw, in a torrent of tear-choked words.

A strangled cry escaped my lips as the familiar voice echoed through the halls of the worship house. "Damn, what am I praying for now?"

I whispered harshly, the weight of my desperation threatening to crush me. "Forgive me, God. I must have confused you." Shame burned through me, a searing counterpoint to the icy fear that gripped my heart.

"Lisa." The soft call pierced through the fog of my frantic thoughts. I spun around, heart-hammering a frantic tattoo against my ribs.

Relief warred with a jolt of terror as my eyes landed on Jimin, his face etched with concern. "Jimin!" my brain screamed, the sound a silent echo in the hushed sanctuary.

"You were praying; I'm so sorry; I didn't want to interrupt you, but I have to," he stammered, his eyes flitting across my tear-stained face.

A part of me, the part that had clung to the devil's whisper, felt a flicker of traitorous pleasure.

"I don't know whether to tell you or not, but you've probably already realized it by yourself," he continued his voice barely above a murmur.

Panic clawed its way up my throat, choking off any coherent response. Did he want to confess his feelings? The thought sent a fresh wave of terror crashing over me.

"No!" The word ripped from my lips, a desperate plea. "Wait, Jimin, don't say anything more; you're wrong!"

My hands flew up, waving frantically in front of his face, a shield against the truth I both feared and craved.

The internal struggle contorted my features, a mask of raw emotion—fear, confusion, and a flicker of something I refused to acknowledge.

"No, I'm not mistaken," Jimin insisted, his voice a touch shaky in the face of my frantic gesticulations.

"Please, don't say anything!" I pleaded, my voice thick with emotion. "I know you don't want to say it. It was all a mistake—I had no idea such a thing could happen!"

Fresh tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I tried to explain myself through the sobs, the words tumbling out in a choked torrent.

Jimin reached out a hand hesitantly, as if unsure whether to touch me or not. "Lisa, classes start in five minutes; you should hurry."

He cast a worried glance at my tear-streaked face. "I didn't tell you right away because I saw you so deeply engrossed in your prayer. Sorry if I interrupted you," he added apologetically, his eyes still holding a trace of concern.

My mind reeled. I felt like the biggest fool on the planet. "Eh?" was all I could manage, the single syllable dripping with bewildered relief. Thank God the devil's spell hadn't worked!

"I can take you to your class if you want," Jimin offered kindly.

A courteous smile played on his lips. "By the way, first... what did you think I was going to tell you?"

A blush scorched my cheeks, the heat spreading from my neck to the very roots of my hair. I fumbled for words, my voice barely steady.

"Oh, nothing! Don't worry about it," I stammered, forcing a smile that felt painfully strained, even to myself.

Relief surged through me, so intense it made my knees feel weak and my headlight. "Thank you for letting me know, Jimin. Thanks."

Jimin's expression softened as he spoke. "No problem. In two or three days, we'll have a joint class with the second year for the project research. Tomorrow, I think." His tone was casual, but something in his gaze—kind yet distant—made my chest tighten.

I nodded quickly, forcing a reply before my nerves betrayed me. "Oh, thanks for telling me." My voice wavered, but I hoped he didn't notice.

Relief, sweet and potent, washed over me again as his smile grew more understanding. He began to turn away, and a strange, desperate impulse surged through me.

I didn't want him to leave. Not like this. I wanted to say something—to hold onto this fragile moment of connection we had.

"I'll just come along then," I offered hastily, but the words caught in my throat, and all that came out was a breathless whisper.

Instead, I stood there frozen as I watched him walk away. My heart pounded a frantic rhythm, louder and louder until I could hear nothing else.

With a surge of nervous energy, I bolted from the worship house. It didn't work! Thank God! Thank every deity in existence!

The devil's hold, that terrifying whisper, had no power over me! I threw my head back and screamed, a joyous, nonsensical sound that echoed through the serene college gardens.

My arms flung wide, mimicking a madwoman in a fit of ecstasy. I shrieked, the joyous lunacy bubbling over.

Shame, however, soon followed. The truth, stark and undeniable, settled in my stomach like a lead weight. I'd fled from the haven of the worship house, all because Jimin had offered to walk me to class.

A dull ache bloomed in my chest. He hadn't seemed particularly interested after all. He hadn't even known what class I was in.

The futility of it all crashed down on me. There was no denying it—I was a world away from him, and that distance was unlikely to ever shrink.

Desolation settled over me, a cold, heavy cloak that threatened to suffocate the fragile spark of joy.

A sudden rustle from the thick canopy of the oak behind me sent a fresh jolt of terror through me. I didn't dare turn around, but an instinctive dread, a primal recognition, settled in my gut.

It was him. Like a premonition passed down through generations, I knew it was the devil.

"How did your little love meeting go?" His voice slithered around me, echoing from within the leaves as if emanating from a cavernous pit.

It held a dark, syrupy warmth that sent shivers down my spine, a stark contrast to the underlying gloom. Every fiber of my being screamed at me not to turn, not to face that crimson gaze that promised only pain.

My mind reeled with questions. How could a single entity contain such a vast ocean of evil? Did a heart even beat beneath that inhuman form, or was it a vessel overflowing with pure, unadulterated hatred?

Could such hatred ever regenerate, like a lizard's severed tail? Or did it fester and grow, an ever-expanding darkness?

Was it an inherent part of him, or had he poisoned himself further with each transgression, each sin staining his very existence?

"Jimin isn't in love with me," I choked out, the words thick with despair. "He doesn't care at all. It's almost laughable."

My voice betrayed the crushing sadness that weighed on me, a tremor running through it despite my best efforts.

A single, fat tear escaped, tracing a glistening path down my cheek. "Well, I'm sorry for you," my voice purred, dripping with mock sympathy, "but it seems you've failed."

The sound of a powerful leap echoed through the garden, followed by the sinister whoosh of enormous wings.

My breath hitched. In a flash of movement, he was before me, his shadowy form blocking out the sun.

With a surprisingly gentle hand, he grasped my shoulder, turning me to face him. The fierce, cruel glint in his eyes softened for a fleeting moment as he took in my tear-streaked face. A cruel smile played on his lips.

"You prayed for this," he said, his voice smooth as silk, "and I commend your faith. But even your God won't save you from what you truly desire."

A surge of defiance ignited within me. "It will never happen!" I declared, my voice surprisingly strong. "Not even your black magic can make him love me!"

I spun around, fueled by a sudden burst of anger, but a vice-like grip on my arm stopped me dead in my tracks. His angelic facade had vanished, replaced by a terrifying mask of pure malice.

"Leave me alone!" I screamed, a primal fear clawing at my throat. I twisted and strained against his iron grip, but it was like trying to move a mountain.

His grip tightened further, the pain a sharp counterpoint to the terror coursing through me. He yanked me roughly towards him, his face looming impossibly close. My breath hitched in my throat, and a strangled gasp escaped my lips.

For a horrifying moment, I thought he intended to kiss me. But instead, he tilted his head slightly, his crimson eyes glinting with a perverse hunger.

Then, with a sickeningly wet flick of his tongue, he darted out, catching the escaped tear that traced a path down my cheek.

"Delicious virgin tears," he murmured, his voice a sensuous rasp. He ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the taste, the gesture obscenely intimate. Finally, he released my arm with a casual flick.

"You say God is with you?" he mused, a sardonic smile playing on his lips.

"Interesting. Perhaps my spell wasn't potent enough. But fret not, little one. I will find another way. Our covenant will be fulfilled; mark my words. Jimin's heart will be yours, eventually. Until then, however, you will keep your precious virginity... for me."

His gaze held me captive, a dark current that sent shivers down my spine. Despite myself, I felt a traitorous spark ignite within me.

He was undeniably handsome, with a devilish allure that rivaled even Jimin's. But the heat spreading through my body was a sickening mix of fear and a primitive, forbidden desire.

This creature, this embodiment of evil, had awakened something dark and dangerous within me.

A strangled whisper escaped my lips: "I've been so unhappy... desiring things that are forever out of reach."

The devil's voice, smooth as silk despite its demonic origin, slithered into my ear. "Ah, but that's the very essence of desire, is it not? The yearning for what cannot be readily grasped." He took a deliberate step closer, the space between us shrinking to a suffocating distance.

Panic clawed at my throat. "Stop it! Get out of my head!" I shrieked, the words laced with terror. "Don't you dare read my thoughts!"

A chilling chuckle reverberated around us, devoid of any warmth. "My little virgin," he cooed, the sound sending shivers down my spine, "your thoughts are practically a neon sign in the dark when you choose not to voice them."

Suddenly, his voice transformed, no longer smooth but a booming inferno. It roared through the tranquil garden, a rushing torrent of icy evil that stole the breath from my lungs. "I am the Devil," he declared, the

power in his voice absolute, "also known as the King of darkness and sin, nothing is impossible for me, Lisa."

Despair gnawed at me. "Why can't you just leave me alone?" I pleaded, my voice trembling. "I know I haven't been perfect, but this isn't what I want!"

He surprised me by reaching out, a long, slender finger brushing away a stray tear that traced a path down my cheek. The touch sent a jolt through me—a spark of something foreign amidst the fear.

"I don't wish to leave you, little one," he murmured, his voice a seductive rasp. "But you are destined to be mine eventually. Sin resides in all hearts, and I am the lord of those who succumb to its siren song."

As he spoke, his form began to shimmer, the edges blurring and fading. Panic surged through me, a desperate plea rising in my throat.

"No! Wait!" I cried out, reaching for him with a hand that grasped at empty air. "Can't we break the deal? There has to be another way!"

But my words were lost in the wind. He was already gone; he vanished like smoke on a summer breeze.

Confusion and despair settled over me like a suffocating fog. "What just happened?" I whispered, the words barely audible. Did God finally hear my prayers? I didn't know.

One thing was certain—a strange warmth bloomed in my chest where the devil's touch had lingered. A warmth that was both comforting and unsettling, a puzzling echo of the chilling fear that had just gripped me.

"Devil wiped my tears," I murmured, the name tasting foreign on my lips. His touch, the devil's touch—the lines seemed to blur. "I don't understand anything anymore..."

As I dropped to my knees, a bitter mix of regret and disbelief churned in my gut. Why had I summoned him, the Devil King?

He was dangerous, terrifying even, but there was something else—something I loathed to admit. His beauty, otherworldly and unnatural, haunted me.

I hated how it pulled at me and how my heart twisted in both fear and fascination. It was wrong, so wrong, and yet... so powerfully undeniable.

Shaking off the disturbing thoughts, I gathered my belongings, forcing myself to stand. My legs trembled as I made my way to class, but I barely noticed.

The whole day passed in a blur. I couldn't focus on the lecture, not when my mind was trapped in the haze of what had happened.

My hands moved to take notes, but nothing made sense. It was as though I were sleepwalking through the hours, lost in a fog of depression and dread.

When the class finally ended, I stuffed my things into my bag without care, my movements sluggish and heavy.

I left the classroom without a word, stepping into the chilly evening air. My body moved on autopilot as I boarded the bus, staring out the window with vacant eyes.

"I just need rest," I muttered under my breath, a quiet plea to the universe. "Just one night. Please, no more devil. I can't handle it again."

But even as I tried to push the thought away, an uneasy feeling settled deep in my chest. Would he return? Would I ever truly be free of him?

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"You think you can escape this?" I whispered, the malice in my voice unmistakable now, the façade long gone. "You can scream all you want, but no one is coming for you. Not him, not your God."

Her heart pounded in her chest, so loud I could almost taste the fear.

*Delicious.*

For a moment, I could feel her fear spike, the pulse of her terror quickening as I leaned in. She thought I would kiss her; how quaint.

Her innocence was palpable, like the tear tracing its way down her cheek. So fragile. So... human.

I tilted my head, watching her with a hunger that had nothing to do with love. Then, with deliberate slowness, I flicked my tongue out, catching that tear before it could fall any further.

The taste was exquisite—fear, innocence, and despair all wrapped into one drop. "Delicious virgin tears," I murmured, savoring the sensation. I licked my lips, drawing out the moment, letting her see the pleasure I took from her suffering.

Her reaction was almost as enjoyable as the taste itself. The way she recoiled in disgust and fear yet couldn't tear her eyes from me.

How could she? The little flame of defiance still flickered within her, but it was dim.

"You say God is with you?" I mused, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "Interesting. Perhaps my spell wasn't potent enough. But fret not, little one."

I let the words drip with mockery as I stepped closer, looming over her trembling form. "I will find another way. Our covenant will be fulfilled. Jimin's heart will be yours, eventually. But until then, you will keep your precious virginity... for me."

Her gaze locked with mine—a mix of horror and something darker. She wouldn't admit it, but the pull was there. I could see it in the way her breath hitched and in the way her heart beat just a little faster.

The fear had its place, but so did the desire. They always did. I wasn't just a creature of malice; I was temptation, the very embodiment of their darkest cravings.

A strangled whisper escaped her lips: "I've been so unhappy... desiring things that are forever out of reach."

Ah, there it was. The crack in the façade. I stepped even closer—so close I could feel the heat of her breath mixing with the chill of my presence.

"Ah," I whispered, my voice smooth as silk, "but that's the very essence of desire, is it not? The yearning for what cannot be readily grasped."

I reveled in her panic, the way she suddenly shrank back, her voice breaking as she shrieked, "Stop it! Get out of my head! Don't you dare read my thoughts!"

A dark chuckle rumbled from deep within me, devoid of any warmth, just pure, unadulterated malice. "My dear," I cooed, drawing out the words, "your thoughts are practically a neon sign in the dark when you choose not to voice them."

Then I let it loose—the power, the darkness that pulsed within me, a roaring torrent of pure evil that reverberated through the very ground beneath us.

My voice boomed, no longer a seductive whisper but an inferno of power. "I am the Devil," I declared, letting the title roll off my tongue, "King of Darkness and Sin. Nothing is impossible for me, Lisa."

Her despair clung to the air like the scent of blood. She was unraveling, and I could feel it. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

She pleaded, her voice trembling, fragile as glass. "I know I haven't been perfect, but this isn't what I want!"

I almost pitied her at that moment. Almost. But pity was not in my nature. Instead, I reached out, brushing a stray tear from her cheek with a finger as cold as death.

She flinched, the spark of something foreign flickering within her—a mix of fear and longing. A delicious combination.

"I don't wish to leave you, little one," I murmured, letting the truth slip through. "You are destined to be mine, eventually. Sin resides in all hearts, and I am the lord of those who succumb to its siren song."

As I spoke, I began to let go of this form, allowing my edges to blur and my presence to shimmer like smoke ready to vanish. Her panic surged, her hand reaching for me in desperation, a futile gesture.

"No! Wait!" She cried, her voice laced with a desperate plea. "Can't we break the deal? There has to be another way!"

But her words were nothing more than whispers in the wind as I disappeared, leaving her alone once more.

The darkness was her companion now, and the promise I left behind would cling to her soul like a curse. I was gone, for now. But I would return.

I always do.

Fury boiled within me as I materialized back in the infernal depths of my room and My magic, usually potent and unwavering, had failed me utterly.

Never before had a human heart proven so resistant to my influence. Frustration gnawed at me—a primal, unfamiliar feeling.

Stomping through the obsidian corridors of my palace, I roared, summoning a blizzard within the fiery realm. Hell itself seemed to cower under the unnatural snowfall, a testament to my churning emotions.

Suddenly a voice, disembodied yet clear, echoed through the halls. "My King," it intoned, belonging to one of my demonic guards. "Devangel awaits your audience."

A scoff ripped from my throat. The mere mention of her name did little to quell the inferno raging within me.

"Send her back to the heavens," I snarled, my voice dripping with venom. "Or anywhere else, for that matter. I am in no mood for her company. Tell her to return... later."

My final word hung heavy in the air, a threat barely veiled. The guard didn't need reminding of the consequences of disobedience.

A flicker of fear tinged his response as he bowed low. "As you command, My King." The relief in his voice was palpable.

He knew better than to linger. The last guard who dared to defy me now resided in the deepest pits of Hell, a cautionary tale for all who served me.

With a sigh that rattled the very foundations of my domain, I slumped onto a throne carved from a petrified dragon's skull. Frustration morphed into a dull ache, an emptiness that gnawed at my core.

The question echoed in the vast emptiness of my throne room, unanswered and infuriating.

Fury still simmered beneath the surface as I summoned Elpass. With a rustle of black feathers, my loyal raven familiar materialized before me, bowing low.

"Elpass," I rasped, my voice laced with lingering frustration. "We require a more extended presence on the earthly plane."

Elpass' crimson eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Intriguing, My King. What troubles you?"

I hesitated, the memory of Lisa's defiance gnawing at me like a festering wound. How dare she resist me? I, the King of Hell, the embodiment of sin, had faced many battles, yet the challenge she posed felt... personal.

"My power," I began slowly, each word laced with venomous frustration, "it seems to have encountered an anomaly. A human, Jimin, has proven resistant to my influence."

Elpass, my most trusted demon, emitted a low, guttural rumble—a sound that sent lesser beings quaking in their wretched existence. "Anomaly indeed, My King," he rasped, his eyes gleaming with malice. "No human soul has ever defied your will."

My scowl deepened, the irritation building within me like a storm. "Precisely. This irregularity requires investigation. We must uncover the reason behind his immunity." The thought of a mere mortal thwarting my designs was a thorn, one I would soon remove.

Elpass, ever loyal, tilted his head in deference. "My Lord, My King, what is it you wish to do?" His voice dripped with dark curiosity, eager for the hunt.

I met his gaze, my own eyes burning with an infernal fire. "I will stay on Earth," I declared, my decision resolute. "My little virgin is playing with fire she cannot fathom. I won't let her go so easily."

A dark chuckle escaped my lips as I felt her presence in the back of my mind, a weak flicker of faith trying to take root.

"And today, I sense she went to a holy place." My lips curled into a cruel grin. "That, Elpass, is something I cannot allow. She thinks she can hide behind God. But I will stop her."

With a flick of my hand, shadows coiled around me, twisting like vipers eager to strike.

Soon, the boundaries between Hell and Earth would blur once again, and I would ensure that Lisa's defiance would crumble.

A surge of unwelcome heat flooded me as I materialized in Lisa's room, the familiar human form settling around me like a borrowed cloak.

I sensed her movement before I saw her, a wisp of steam trailing behind her as she emerged from the bathroom, the towel clinging to her curves.

An unwanted pang of desire flickered through me, a spark quickly extinguished by the scowl that marred her beautiful face.

"How dare you!" she shrieked, her voice laced with a mixture of fear and indignation. "Devil, get out of here!"

A cruel smile played on my lips. "Patience, Lisa," I purred, my voice smooth as silk despite the churning turmoil within me.

I raised a hand, silencing her sputtering protests. "Go and change; there are matters we need to discuss."

Lisa, a storm cloud of emotions brewing in her eyes, disappeared into the closet with a slam. Moments later, she emerged, clad in a simple dress, a shield against my unwanted gaze.

Her defiance, however, was a fragile facade, masking the vulnerability etched on her face.

A flicker of pain crossed her features, a heartbreaking counterpoint to the defiance in her eyes. "Devil," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Just stay away from me. Please. Go back to hell. I can't bear the darkness." Her words were laced with a plea, a desperate yearning for the light she believed I could never offer.

Frustration flickered in my eyes as I watched Lisa emerge from the closet. Here I was, offering a twisted kind of help, and she still clung to this... Jimin. I needed a different approach.

With a flick of my wrist, I conjured a shimmering orb of energy, swirling with images. It depicted a future—a future where she and Jimin were together, their faces radiant with joy.

"How..." Her voice trailed off, a mixture of awe and suspicion clouding her beautiful eyes. "How do you know this? My future, which you show me."

It's all a lie I show her just to make sure she will be trapped.

"This," I declared, my voice resonating with a power that sent shivers down her spine, "is what could be yours. A future of happiness, of love. All I ask is that you listen to me, Lisa. Follow my guidance, and this can be your reality."

The lie tasted bitter on my tongue, but it was a necessary deception. Fear, a primal instinct, was the key.

A dark smile stretched across my lips. "However," I continued, my voice dropping to a seductive purr, "should you choose to break our deal, the consequences will be dire. I will reclaim what is rightfully mine, Lisa. Your soul."

The threat hung heavy in the air, a dark promise designed to extinguish any lingering hope she might harbor.

Fury surged through me, a white-hot inferno that momentarily eclipsed the strange ache in my chest. "Don't you dare lie to me, Lisa."

I snarled, my voice a low growl. I lunged forward, one hand clamping onto her jaw, the touch surprisingly rough.

"Believe it or not," I hissed, the words barely a breath past gritted teeth, "this future is within your grasp. But remember this—you are mine, Lisa. Whether you want it or not, I will be the one to mark you."

My lips brushed against her jaw in a mockery of a kiss, the heat of my touch a stark contrast to the ice in my eyes.

"I am the King of Hell," I declared, my voice resonating with power, "Lucifer. But for now, I bid you goodbye, Lisa. Our paths will surely cross again."

A raw cry of anguish ripped from Lisa's throat, echoing through the room. "I just want to be free!" she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

She stumbled back, a desperate attempt to put distance between us.

But I was faster. My grip tightened around her arm, an iron band that held her captive. A cruel smile played on my lips. "Free?"

I scoffed, my voice dripping with venom. "The moment you made that pact, Lisa, freedom became a forgotten dream. Consider it a kindness that I haven't claimed your soul outright. No, for now, your body and its untainted innocence suffice. A delectable feast to sustain my power."

My voice dipped to a husky whisper as I leaned closer, my hot breath tickling her ear. I could feel her tremble beneath my touch, a delicious counterpoint to the defiance that still flickered in her beautiful eyes.

Slowly, I trailed a finger down her arm, the brush of my touch sending a jolt through both of us.

Her eyelids fluttered shut, a silent plea for respite. "Don't touch me," she whispered, her voice choked with a mixture of fear and loathing. "I hate this."

A low chuckle rumbled in my chest, a sound devoid of humor. "Hate," I murmured, the word tasting foreign on my tongue.

"Soon, Lisa, hate will be a faint memory compared to the desperate yearning you'll feel for me. You'll beg for my touch; crave the darkness I offer."

With a final, lingering caress, I released her. Tears continued to fall freely down her cheeks, a testament to her fear and despair. But in the depths of her eyes, a flicker of something else ignited – a spark of defiance that refused to be extinguished.

As Lisa stepped back, her eyes wide with fear, she whispered, "I just want to protect myself." The pitiful desperation in her voice was almost amusing.

I let out a low, dark laugh, the sound reverberating between us like a warning bell. "Will you, Lisa?" I taunted, my voice dripping with mockery. "Do you think you can save yourself from me?"

With a swift movement, I grabbed her by the neck, pulling her closer, and forcing her body against mine. Our lips were inches apart, and I could feel her shallow breaths trembling against me.

I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her fear—a fear so pure it was intoxicating. Her eyes squeezed shut, but I wasn't having it.

"Look into my eyes," I commanded, my voice low and dangerous. She hesitated, biting her lip, before reluctantly opening her eyes—those wide, innocent eyes that trembled with dread.

I grinned, a cruel, predatory smile spreading across my lips. "I sense something in you today—a holy aura." Her expression faltered, confusion mixing with fear. "I can guess you went to the house of worship," I continued, my voice sharp as a blade.

Her voice was shaky as she stammered, "How do you know?"

I didn't bother answering her question. Instead, I tightened my grip on her neck just slightly, leaning in closer.

"You think I don't know every move you make?" I growled. "It would be better for you if you stayed far away from places like that."

But then she did something unexpected. She smiled—a small, defiant smile that set my blood boiling. "You're scared," she said quietly, her voice trembling but resolute. "Scared, I'll go and free myself from you."

I laughed again, louder this time, shaking my head. "Scared? Oh, sweet Lisa," I murmured, my lips curling into a wicked smirk. "The Diabolicum mark will never be removed from your body. Not unless I will it."

Her defiance faltered for a moment, but I could still see that flicker of hope in her eyes, that tiny spark that made her think she could win.

I leaned closer until my lips brushed against her ear. "Now," I whispered, my breath hot against her skin, "just wait and see what I'll do next, Lisa."

Lisa's breath hitched as my fingers tightened ever so slightly around her throat. She was trembling now, her eyes wide and dark, caught between defiance and fear.

I could feel the pulse of her life beneath my fingertips—so fragile, so vulnerable. It would be easy to snap her will in two, but that would be too simple. Too quick.

I leaned in closer, letting my lips hover just beside her ear, my voice dropping into a low, seductive growl. "You think you can escape me, little one? You think your pathetic prayers and holy places can save you from what you've already invited in?"

She tried to pull away, her body stiffening in protest, but my grip held her firm. Her hands came up, pushing weakly against my chest, but I barely felt it.

Instead, I focused on the way her heart pounded, wild and erratic, and the way her body betrayed her with each trembling breath. The fear was delicious, wrapping around her like a cloak.

"Let me go," she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction. There was no strength behind her plea, only a desperate hope that I would grant her mercy.

Mercy? How quaint.

I laughed softly, the sound low and dangerous. "You don't want me to let you go, Lisa," I purred, my lips brushing against her ear. "You want to believe you're stronger than this. But deep down, you know..."

I released her neck but only to trail my fingers down her arm, the light touch sending shivers through her. She gasped, a sound that was more breath than voice, and I smirked at the power I held over her. "You know you're mine now. Completely. Irrevocably."

Her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. I could see the conflict in her eyes—the part of her that screamed to resist and the part that was drawn to me, inexplicably captivated.

It was that small, dangerous part that intrigued me—the part that craved what she feared most.

"Why me?" she whispered, her voice cracking with desperation. "Why are you doing this to me?"

I tilted my head, pretending to consider her question, though the answer was simple. "Because, Lisa, you summoned me," I said softly, my hand tracing her jawline.

"You called to the darkness, and the darkness answered. And now..." I leaned in again, this time so close I could feel the warmth of her breath against my lips. "Now, you belong to me."

Her entire body tensed, her eyes darting away as if looking anywhere but at me would somehow break the spell. "No," she breathed, shaking her head. "I won't. I won't be yours. I'll find a way to break free."

I chuckled darkly, my lips curving into a sinister smile. "You still don't understand, do you?" I said, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear with the back of my hand.

"There is no escape from me, Lisa. No salvation. You are marked—by me, by the Diabolicum—and no priest or prayer will sever that bond."

She blinked, her fear intensifying as the realization began to sink in. I could see the panic swimming in her eyes, the way her mind raced for answers, for some way out. But there was none.

"You'll come to accept it," I said, my voice a whisper. "In time, you'll realize that your struggle is futile. That no matter how hard you fight, you'll always come back to me. And when you do... " I let the sentence hang in the air, letting her imagination fill in the terrifying possibilities.

A tear slipped down her cheek, and I caught it with my thumb, rubbing it between my fingers. "Ah, these tears," I murmured, almost to myself. "So pure. So sweet. They won't last forever, though. Eventually, you'll stop crying, and you'll embrace the darkness."

She shook her head violently, her voice breaking. "No... no, I won't."

I smiled, an almost pitying smile, as I placed a hand on her cheek, forcing her to look into my eyes—those deep, crimson pools that she feared so much. "We'll see little one," I whispered. "We'll see."

I could feel her resistance waning, her body still trembling but no longer pulling away. She was on the edge, teetering between resistance and surrender, and I knew it was only a matter of time before she tipped over.

All I had to do was wait. Wait and watch as the fear, the denial, and the defiance crumbled under the weight of my presence.

Her voice trembled as she whispered, "What do you want from me?"

I leaned in close, my lips grazing her ear as I spoke, each word slow and deliberate. "Everything."

As I turned to leave, a strange sensation bloomed in my chest, a feeling I couldn't quite define. I disappeared into the smoke of darkness.

Perhaps it was amusement at the game I had set in motion. Or maybe, just maybe, it was something more... unsettling.

A satisfied smirk played on my lips as I surveyed the world from my vantage point high above the clouds. My mind buzzed with the newly formulated plan, a dark magic spell simmering on my tongue.

Elpass, my ever-present raven familiar, materialized beside me with a rustle of black feathers. "My King," he rasped, his crimson eyes glinting with curiosity, "what have you decided?"

A low chuckle escaped my throat, a chilling sound that echoed through the vast emptiness. With a flick of my wrist, I unleashed the potent magic, the syllables rolling off my tongue like an ancient decree: " ዳግመ ምድላው ክውንነት"

The power surged through me, a torrent of energy that crackled around me like vibrant lightning. "What spell is that, My King?" Elpass squawked, his voice laced with a hint of apprehension.

"A little rearrangement of reality," I purred, a cruel glint in my eyes. "Memories will be bent and reshaped to serve my will. The world will bow to my control, and I shall be known as Taehyung Lim."

Elpass' head cocked to one side, his gaze sharp. "Lim? Isn't that Lisa's surname, My King?" He questioned, a flicker of concern in his voice.

"Precisely," I replied, silencing him with a gesture. "There's no need for alarm, Elpass. Lisa will become a willing pawn in my game, people's memories sculpted into my design. As for Jimin Kwon," I added, my voice dripping with venom, "we shall learn everything there is to know about him."

A dark hunger gnawed at me, a primal need for possession that transcended mere power. This human girl, Lisa, had become an unexpected wrinkle in my plans.

But fear not, Elpass, I thought with chilling certainty. She will be mine. Body, soul, and memories—all will ultimately serve the will of Lucifer Morningstar.