╰┈➤❝𝔗𝔞𝔢𝔥𝔶𝔲𝔫𝔤❞

As I lay beside Lisa, her soft breath steady and serene, I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her sleeping form, naked and vulnerable.

The warmth of her body against mine ignited something deep within me, a yearning I had never experienced before.

I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on her cheek, relishing the softness of her skin against my lips.

The weight of my identity as the Devil Lord, the ruler of Hell, felt distant at this moment. Here, with her, I was simply Taehyung—her Taehyung.

A shiver coursed through me as I contemplated our union.

I had breathed life back into her, a demi-immortal now straddling the realms of the dead and the living.

It was a power I wielded, and yet, it was her essence that truly captivated me.

I rose from the bed, the cool air brushing against my bare chest, awakening the darkness within me. In an instant, I flicked my wrist, summoning my attire.

A black velvet robe enveloped my body, flowing like shadows around me, leaving my chest bare and exposed.

The lace-edged, tight-fitting black pants hugged my form, with crimson stripes accentuating my movements.

Black leather boots with red buckles completed my ensemble, each piece a reminder of my power and authority.

I turned back to look at her, my heart aching with a mix of admiration and possessiveness.

She was the light in my darkness, the warmth in my cold existence. I approached her, every step deliberate, as if the world outside had ceased to exist.

Kneeling beside the bed, I reached out and pressed my hand against hers, intertwining our fingers.

The contact sent a jolt through me, a reminder that she was no longer just a specter of my dreams but a living, breathing reality.

"Lisa," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, "you're everything I never knew I needed."

Her hand felt so delicate in mine, yet I sensed the strength radiating from her, a force that both frightened and thrilled me.

As I watched her stir slightly, a peaceful expression gracing her features, I couldn't help but wonder what our future held.

"Awake, my love," I urged softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my heart racing at the thought of sharing my world with her.

The darkness within me stirred again, but with her, it felt different—more like a protective shield than a consuming fire.

As her eyelids fluttered open, Lisa's gaze locked onto mine, a mixture of confusion and warmth dancing in her eyes. "When did you wake up, and where are you going now?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.

A smile crept across my lips, my heart swelling at the sight of her.

"Just have to handle some matters, you know—war and our wedding. I need to announce that," I replied, trying to keep my tone light despite the weight of my responsibilities.

Her expression shifted, concern flickering in her eyes. "Taehyung, we can delay it. Handle your... fun game of war first. I don't want to see my wedding filled with a bloodbath, which I know you enjoy."

As she spoke, the blanket slipped slightly, revealing her bare breast. Her eyes widened, and she quickly pulled the covers back, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

I couldn't help but chuckle, the sight of her shyness igniting a playful thrill within me.

"Till when will you always get shy around me?" I teased, leaning closer, my voice low and mischievous. "Be shameless like me."

She pouted, a mock frown crossing her delicate features. "That's why you're the devil, and I was just a human," she replied, her tone laced with playful exasperation.

I couldn't help but admire her spirit. "Ah, but you're so much more than just a human now," I murmured, a smirk dancing on my lips. "You're my captivating demi-immortal. Embrace it."

Her blush deepened, and for a moment, the world outside faded. At this moment, it was just the two of us, caught in the whirlwind of emotions and the impending chaos that awaited.

Yet, despite everything, I felt a sense of peace when I was with her.

As I stood up from the bed, the sight of her naked form before me sent a surge of heat through my veins. She knelt gracefully, her eyes searching mine as she asked, "Is that you, love? Isn't it?"

My heart raced as she took my hand, placing it against her cheek, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the contact.

I half-knelt beside her, feeling an overwhelming desire to hold her close. Gripping her shoulders, I gently urged her to stand, pulling her into an embrace.

"I want to see you in every position," I murmured, my breath warm against her ear. "Not just kneeling, but standing before me, looking into my eyes like you always do."

The words hung between us, charged with unspoken longing. I held her tightly, relishing the softness of her body against mine, wishing the moment could last forever.

But eventually, I pulled back slightly, searching her gaze for understanding.

"Just sleep for a while," I said softly, brushing my thumb across her cheek. "I'll come back soon."

As I turned to leave, the weight of my responsibilities pressed down on me.

I couldn't shake the feeling that every battle I fought was not just for power but for the love that anchored me to this life—a life I had never known I wanted until she came into it.

Each conflict, each challenge, was now wrapped in the promise of a future with her. The thought propelled me forward, a fierce determination coursing through my veins.

I would do whatever it took to protect her, to secure the happiness we both deserved.

In an instant, I materialized in my throne room, a dark and opulent space filled with the flickering shadows of my loyal demons, wicked witches, and the souls of the damned.

They chanted my name, their voices rising in a cacophony of devotion and reverence as I took my place on the throne, a seat carved from obsidian, adorned with glimmering gems that captured the faintest light.

As I settled in, one of my trembling servants approached, bowing low before me. I gestured for him to rise, a silent command echoing through the chamber.

The air was thick with tension, a palpable anticipation hanging over my subjects.

He offered me a dark golden plate, upon which rested a glass of my favorite blood wine.

The rich, crimson liquid swirled within the glass, reflecting the dim light of the chamber.

I accepted it, and the servant's hands shook with intensity, betraying his fear and awe.

I raised the glass to my lips, savoring the warmth of the blood as it slid down my throat, invigorating me.

My gaze swept across the gathered crowd—demons, sinners, and dark creatures—all fixated on me, their expressions a mix of loyalty and dread.

Valak, my closest advisor and a powerful demon in his own right appeared at my side, his presence both comforting and commanding.

As I drank slowly, relishing the taste, I turned my attention to the northern demons gathered before me.

"So, I take it you all are ready for the war against Mammon?" I called out, my voice resonating through the chamber like thunder.

A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd, their eyes glinting with a fervor that ignited my anticipation for the impending conflict.

The thought of battle stirred the darkness within me, awakening a hunger for chaos and dominance.

I felt the energy shift, an electric thrill coursing through the room as I prepared to lead my forces into the fray.

I set the glass down on the obsidian armrest of my throne, my eyes narrowing as I surveyed my gathered legion.

The room was alive with energy, the anticipation thick enough to cut. Each demon, each witch, hungered for the coming chaos, their loyalty ignited by the promise of battle.

"Mammon thinks he can challenge my reign, but he doesn't understand the depths of my power," I declared, my voice echoing through the throne room.

The demons roared in response, their voices rising like a tempest, a chorus of dark allegiance.

Valak stepped forward, his crimson eyes gleaming with ferocity. "My Lord, Mammon's forces are vast, and he has been gathering strength in the shadows. We cannot underestimate him."

I nodded, my mind racing with strategies and possibilities. "I know the stakes. We will outmaneuver him. It is not just about brute strength; it's about cunning."

I leaned forward, my fin

fingers drumming against the armrest, the sound sharp and commanding. "We'll strike at dawn when they least expect it. We'll use the darkness to our advantage."

The assembled demons shifted with excitement, their whispers blending into a symphony of eagerness. My gaze settled on the north demons, their loyalty unwavering.

"Prepare yourselves. Gather the witches and the warlocks. I want our forces ready to march by first light. I want the sky painted with their blood and the ground tremors beneath the weight of our victory."

"Victory will be ours, my Lord!" A demon cried his voice a deep growl that sent a ripple of approval through the crowd.

I could feel the anticipation building, a palpable energy surging through me like a storm.

Rising from my throne, the dark velvet of my robe flowed behind me like a shadow-given form. I addressed the room, my voice commanding attention.

"Today, I am announcing my wedding to Lisa. In three days, I will exchange vows with her, and the word will spread throughout hell."

I caught the flicker of displeasure on Valak's face, the twisted look of disdain that mirrored the thoughts of many demons present.

I knew they didn't approve of Lisa's presence here. Turning to him, I spoke directly, my voice cold and sharp.

"What's wrong, Valak? You seem... troubled."

He hesitated, his eyes darkening with anger. "Lord, I am your most loyal confidant, but your woman... she's not one of us. How can you bind yourself to her?"

My gaze hardened, and I took a step forward, making sure every demon and creature in the room felt the weight of my next words.

"Even if she's not one of us, she is mine. Lisa is my woman, and she will be my queen. No one will question me or my decision." My voice grew louder, resonating through the throne room.

"I am the Lord of Hell, and from the beginning to the end, no one can alter that. It is what fate has decreed. That is why Hell and Heaven were created, and as long as this world endures, as long as Hell and Heaven exist, I will remain the King of Hell, and I will rule over it for eternity."

The room erupted into cheers, a thunderous roar that reverberated off the stone walls, shaking the very foundations of the throne room.

The sound was intoxicating, a testament to my strength and the fierce loyalty of those who followed me.

As the celebration roared around me, I felt the familiar flicker of darkness within, a reminder of my true nature.

I was the Devil Lord, born from shadows and chaos, and I would secure my union with Lisa through strength, dominance, and an unwavering will.

"Let the preparations begin," I commanded, my voice cutting through the cheers like a blade. "And we will unleash Hell upon Mammon and his pathetic followers."

The anticipation in the room shifted, turning from celebration to preparation. Each demon, each witch, knew the battle was imminent.

The tension was electric, and I could feel my blood boiling with anticipation.

Yet, as I stood at the peak of my power, I couldn't ignore the duality within me—the darkness of my realm and the light that Lisa had somehow ignited in my cold, immortal heart.

I would fight for her, for us, and for the love that had tethered me to a world I had long thought empty.

With renewed purpose, I descended the steps of my throne, ready to orchestrate the chaos to come.

I dismissed the demons from the hall, the air still thick with the energy of their excitement. As their figures faded into the shadows, Bifrons, the demon priest, lingered behind.

His serpentine eyes gleamed as he approached, his movements slow and calculated.

"My Lord," Bifrons began, his voice a low whisper that carried an unsettling weight, "there is the matter of the pre-wedding ritual. You cannot marry Lady Lisa without performing it first. It is an ancient rite, one of power and union."

I met his gaze, my expression unmoved. "I am aware of the ritual, Bifrons. I created it myself. But know this—I alone determine the rules of Hell. Yes, I will perform the ritual, but it will be on my terms. Begin the preparations."

Bifrons bowed deeply, his dark cloak dragging against the cold stone floor. "Yes, my king. I will ensure the ritual is flawless. The Dark Temple will be ready, and the demons will gather to worship you... and your bride. Lady Lisa will need to partake in the worship as well."

I nodded, my voice firm. "She will. The ritual will not be complete without her submission to me, as it has been ordained."

I paused, my gaze narrowing. "Now, go. See that everything is in place."

With another deep bow, Bifrons vanished into the shadows, leaving me alone with Elapss, my trusted crow, who perched on my shoulder.

His dark feathers shimmered in the dim light of the hall, his beady eyes watching me intently.

Elapss croaked, breaking the silence. "What ritual, my Lord? Is it the intimate one... the one you created long ago when the angel descended for the demon she loved?"

I smirked, a dark and knowing smile pulling at my lips. "Yes, Elapss, that very one. It is a ritual not of mere union but of dominance and submission. It is the binding of two souls—one to rule and one to serve. That angel, once so pure, gave herself entirely to the demon she loved, surrendering everything for the chance to stand by his side in Hell. The ritual requires complete devotion, and in return, it bestows power unlike any other."

The crow ruffled its feathers, seeming intrigued. "And Lady Lisa... will she be ready?"

I looked into the shadows, my thoughts momentarily drifting to her. "She will be," I said softly, though my tone held the weight of absolute certainty.

"Lisa has already walked a path few mortals have. She has tasted death and come back to me, stronger than before. She may not understand the ritual fully, but she will soon. I will guide her through it."

Elapss tilted his head, curious. "Does she know what awaits her?"

I chuckled darkly, the sound echoing in the empty hall. "She will soon. The ritual is intimate, yes, but it is more than just physical. It will strip her bare—body, mind, and soul—until only her true self remains, bound to me for eternity. I will be her king, and she will be my queen. There will be no turning back for either of us."

The weight of the ritual hung heavy in the air, its dark promise seeping into every corner of my being. It wasn't just about power or control.

It was about claiming what was mine—fully, completely. Lisa would become part of my world, bound to me in a way no one could sever.

I rose from my throne, my eyes gleaming with purpose. "Now, Elapss, let us prepare. The time is near, and soon, Lisa will know the full weight of what it means to be the bride of the Devil Lord."

I chuckled darkly and spoke with a knowing smile. "I created the ritual because of a mistake—one an angel made when she descended here, in love with a demon. She begged me for an alliance, but I forbade weddings in Hell. Marriage was a sacred act of Heaven, and in my domain, I've always demanded otherwise. But Lisa... I want her named as my queen. This ritual, it's more than just a union. It's a declaration that she belongs to me."

I leaned back, my gaze sharp as I continued. "As you know, like God, premarital intimacy is a sin. But here in Hell, sin is my currency—it's what I demand. This ritual, it's like a pre-wedding celebration. There's no divine rule to follow, no moral boundary to observe. It has nothing to do with approval; it's purely what I want. I'll show Lisa what it means to be mine, to stand by my side as the Queen of Hell. And we will enjoy every dark moment together."

Elapss, ever loyal, nodded as he responded. "As you command, my Lord. I'll ensure the preparations are flawless."

I nodded, the atmosphere between us thickening with power. "The key elements of the ritual are simple. First, forbidden love—what Lisa and I share. Second, dark magic to bind us. Third, an eternal bond is forged in blood. Fourth, seduction and temptation—two forces that will guide us. And finally, power dynamics—the balance of ruler and queen."

The crow demon cawed softly, tilting his head, and I continued. "The setting must be dark, sensual, and ominous. I want the shadows to reflect the weight of our union. There will be symbols—"

I raised my hand, fingers curling as I listed them off.

"—A pentagram to signify the union of earth, air, fire, water, and spirit. Blood for eternal loyalty. Candles light the darkness and demonic symbols represent the power of the underworld. This isn't just a ritual. It's an event that will resonate through Hell for eternity."

Elapss nodded again, taking in the gravity of my words. "It will be as you say, my Lord. I'll oversee every detail."

He hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "But Lord, I must ask—Mammon could be destroyed by your hand alone. Why go through all of this? Why gather these forces?"

I fixed him with a cold stare, my eyes gleaming with intent. "Because Mammon is just the beginning. There are others—more powerful enemies lurking in the shadows. Valak knows this. Once Mammon falls, those who remain will become my next targets. I want to see who dares challenge me. I want them to watch as I conquer, one by one, until there is no one left to stand against me."

I could feel the power thrumming through me, a force of nature as unstoppable as time itself. "This is more than a battle. This is a game, Elapss. And those who fall will become mere pawns in my victory."

Elapss lowered his head, his loyalty unwavering. "Understood, my Lord. I'll ensure everything is in place."

With that, the crow demon vanished into the shadows, leaving me alone in the vast hall, my thoughts now focused on the ritual, on Lisa, and on the dark future that awaited all who stood in my way.

Hours later

A few hours later, I entered the room and found Lisa reclining on the bed, her loose robe barely clinging to her body.

She was reading something, but when she looked up and saw me, her expression shifted into a mix of curiosity and irritation.

"What happened?" she asked, her tone edged with complaint. "Did you talk to your demons? I mean, are you going through with this war and wedding at the same time? I thought we'd have some peaceful moments together."

I sighed, stepping closer to her. "Lisa, it's not as if I have much of a choice."

She glared at me, eyes blazing with frustration. "You do have a choice, Taehyung. You always do. But instead, you're ruining what could be our day with bloodshed and your usual appetite for violence. You could simply punish Mammon, but you prefer this... this spectacle."

Without warning, I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer. Her defiance, though infuriating, only made her more irresistible.

"Do you think I'm doing this just for entertainment? There's more at stake. I need to see who else might threaten us, and I won't delay our marriage. I want you to be mine, Lisa. Completely. And today, I announced our wedding to Hell."

She pushed me back slightly, her lips forming a pout. "You're the king of Hell. You have the power to make everything perfect. But if you ruin our wedding day with any of this... I'll make you marry me again just to get it right."

I chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "No one will spoil our wedding day, Lisa. I promise you that."

Her features softened as she smiled, but I could still see the flicker of doubt in her eyes.

Taking her hand, I guided her to sit on the bed, the atmosphere between us shifting. "There's something I need to tell you," I said, my voice lowering.

She nodded, her curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

"Well," I began, "there's a pre-wedding ritual—a celebration the demons perform. They worship me, and they'll be worshipping us, too."

Her brow raised in surprise, though a glimmer of amusement danced in her eyes. "Oh, wow. A celebration in Hell? That sounds... interesting. I just hope it's not like a Sabbat or anything too wild."

I paused, the corner of my mouth lifting into a knowing smile. "It's... something like that."

Her eyes widened, and she pulled back slightly. "Wait, what? Taehyung, you promised me you'd never take part in another Sabbat! And now you're telling me there's some sort of demonic ritual? Please don't tell me you plan to involve me in that... in front of your demons."

I nodded, but Lisa's voice cut through the tension. "What? No! I will never have sex in front of others!"

In an instant, I closed the distance between us, grabbing her waist and pulling her close.

I kissed her deeply, pouring all my reassurance and desire into the moment. "Listen to me, Lisa. Just hear me out before you speak, my love."

She clutched my robe, her grip tight with frustration. "No! I reject this ritual of yours! If you want to have sex or anything, do it here, just the two of us. That's it!"

I sighed, trying to keep my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within me. "Then we can't marry, Lisa, if we don't perform it. Do you think I would humiliate you like that?"

I paused, searching for the right words to convey the importance of the ritual. "Listen, it's called the pre-wedding ritual. It's something I created, a way to bind our souls in a manner that Hell acknowledges. It has significance beyond mere physicality."

As I explained the origins and purpose of the ritual, I could see her fear and disbelief writ large on her face.

I reached for her, holding her hands firmly in mine, grounding her amidst the turmoil. "Lisa, it's not like what you're thinking. Yes, the ritual will be intense, but it's a symbolic union. It's not about exhibition; it's about sealing our bond in a way Hell demands. I would never put you in a situation you're uncomfortable with."

She studied me, her expression shifting from anger to contemplation. The uncertainty lingered in her gaze, but then, with a heavy sigh, she began to relax. "Alright, Taehyung. I trust you. But this better not turn into some twisted Hell party."

A wave of relief washed over me, and I smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Trust me, Lisa. Whatever happens, you'll be my queen, and no one, not even the demons of Hell, will take that from us."

Her tension eased slightly, though the weight of the situation still hung in the air. I knew I had to ensure she felt safe and valued, even in this dark realm of mine.

"I promise to protect you," I added softly, my fingers intertwining with hers. "This will be our union, forged in love and strength, and I won't let anyone tarnish that."

With a small nod, she leaned into me, the warmth of her presence calming the storm within.

I knew the road ahead would be tumultuous, but with Lisa by my side, I was ready to face anything—even the demons of Hell.

Lisa looked at me, her brow furrowed in concern. "So now what will I have to do? Taehyung, if they're chanting for you, they'll see us. I mean, how can I be naked in front of them?"

I couldn't help but tease her, a smirk creeping onto my face. "Like I would be."

She glared at me, indignation flashing in her eyes. "Okay, then you don't have to be jealous if they get lusty for me!"

Her words ignited a fire in my heart, a surge of possessiveness washing over me. I move closer, my expression turning serious.

"No one can—and no one will—be alive if they try. Don't worry; they won't see or hear anything. I'll blind them and deafen them, taking their senses away. This is just a union ritual, Lisa. As you know, in God's nature, sex before marriage is forbidden; it's considered a sin. But sin is what I demand for this celebration."

I paused, allowing the gravity of my words to settle between us. "The key elements are forbidden love, dark magic, eternal bond, seduction and temptation, and power dynamics. The atmosphere will be dark, sensual, and ominous."

Her eyes widened, uncertainty still clouding her expression. She gulped, the weight of what I was saying sinking in. "You see demons having sex for you?".

I sighed, frustration creeping into my voice. "No, why would I want to see that? I just want them to sin for me. The three stages I didn't allow; they're just the old demonically-inclined priests trying to maintain the order of Hell's laws. They take my blessing and worship me through chanting and sacrifice. It's all just a means to keep control. The priest presented me with this convoluted idea for the ritual, and while it's a useless complication, I thought I might as well approve it."

I could see her apprehension lingering, and I reached for her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Lisa, trust me. This is not about them; it's about us. You are my queen, and this ritual is merely a formality, a powerful binding of our souls. Nothing will come between us; we can have some fun."

She met my gaze, and at that moment, I could feel her uncertainty begin to wane. "I don't want to feel humiliated, Taehyung."

I felt the air thicken with tension as she leaned closer, her voice dripping with sultriness. "So now what will I have to wear?"

I met her gaze, my heart racing at the prospect of what lay ahead. "A very sexy lingerie and a robe, maybe some subtle makeup,"

I replied, my tone low, barely masking the excitement that bubbled beneath the surface.

She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned in closer, the warmth of her breath igniting a fire within me.

"If this is a ritual of seduction, then today I'll show you my way of seduction," she teased, her voice a sultry whisper. "And I'll chant your name like I moan."

The words hit me like a jolt of electricity, sending a rush of desire coursing through my veins.

I could feel myself harden at the thought of her, the image of her in seductive lingerie, wrapped in a robe, painting an intoxicating picture in my mind.

Then, in one bold move, she placed her hand on my length, her touch igniting a primal urge within me. The lust in her eyes was undeniable, a dark promise that sent my heart racing even faster.

She smirked, a playful glint in her gaze. "What happened?"

I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure. "You know exactly what you're doing," I replied, my voice thick with desire. "You're playing with the lord of darkness, and it can burn you, Lisa."

She leaned even closer, her lips almost brushing against my ear as she whispered, "I want to burn." The heat of her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I fought against the overwhelming urge to pull her against me, to lose myself in her.

"Don't tease me, not now," I warned, my breath catching in my throat. "We have a ritual to prepare for, and I need you focused."

"Focused?" She laughed softly, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes. "Taehyung, this is all about losing ourselves in each other. How can I focus when all I can think about is you?"

My resolve wavered, the desire to succumb to her allure battling with the need to keep everything for the ritual. "You're right, but we can't lose control just yet. There will be time for that... after."

Her smirk widened, and I knew she wasn't going to make this easy. "Fine, but I'll make sure you remember this moment. Once we're in that temple, it's just you and me."

With a nod, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the raging storm within me. "Alright then, let's go. But be prepared, Lisa. This ritual will be unlike anything you've ever experienced."

She looked up at me with a playful glint in her eyes, her voice sultry as she said, "Now let me get ready, my lord." I could feel the weight of her words, knowing they were laced with a seductive promise.

I couldn't help but respond, "I'll order the demonic female slaves to help you get ready." The thought of her being pampered by others sent a flicker of protectiveness through me.

But she shook her head, licking my jaw in a tantalizing gesture that made my breath hitch. "No, I don't want anyone to see me. I'll get ready on my own, and you'll see just how dirty I can be for you."

Her declaration sent a wave of desire crashing over me, and I grabbed her collar, pulling her closer, my voice low and commanding. "I'll be waiting for you to show me just how dirty and shameless you can become for me."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she smirked, a challenge dancing in the air between us. "Oh, I promise you won't be disappointed."

I released her, allowing the moment to linger, my heart racing at the thought of what was to come. She stepped back, a teasing smile still on her lips, and I couldn't help but admire her confidence.

"Just remember, Taehyung," she called over her shoulder as she turned to leave, "this is all for you. I'll make sure you won't forget it."

With a nod, I watched her walk away to the other room, the anticipation building within me like a dark storm.

As I waited, I could feel the energy in the air shift, charged with the promise of what was about to unfold.

Time felt suspended as I imagined her preparing, the image of her in seductive lingerie taking hold of my thoughts.

I stood in my flowing royal robe, the dark fabric draping around me like a shadow. Moments later, Lisa emerged from the adjoining room, her presence commanding my attention.

She wore a stunning dark robe that hugged her form, the seductive allure evident in her every movement. The expression on her face was a blend of anticipation and confidence.

"I am ready," she said, her voice steady and firm. "Let's go."

I took her hand, feeling the warmth radiate from her skin, and with a shared determination, we materialized into the heart of the Temple of Darkness.

The temple loomed before us, its ancient, twisted architecture shrouded in shadows. Towering spires pierced the night sky, while horned statues lined the entrance, their eyes watching our every move.

The black stone walls were adorned with cryptic symbols and eerie carvings that spoke of long-forgotten secrets. As we stepped forward, demons knelt in reverence, their voices echoing through the vast chamber.

"The Lord is here!" they proclaimed in unison.

I nodded, feeling the power that thrummed around us, but Lisa looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and fear. "It's scary now."

I chuckled softly, leaning closer to her. "It's all because of me, Lisa. There's no need to be scared when I am with you." My words were meant to reassure her, to remind her of the strength we wielded together.

We entered the temple, the dimly lit halls flickering with the light of torches. The air was thick with a palpable tension as we moved deeper into the heart of this ancient place.

Shadows danced along the walls, twisting and contorting, giving life to the secrets hidden within.

Finally, we arrived at the grand chamber, where a massive, ornate altar dominated the space. Candles lined the altar, their flames emitting an otherworldly glow that cast long shadows.

The walls were lined with ancient artifacts, remnants of rituals long past, and the air was heavy with the scent of incense and something more primal.

At the center stood the Altar of Darkness, a black stone slab adorned with pulsing runes that seemed to breathe with a life of their own.

Sacrificial artifacts lay scattered around, remnants of the dark powers that had been summoned here before.

The atmosphere was thick with an eerie presence, an aura of malevolent power that both thrilled and unsettled me.

I turned to Lisa, my heart racing with the weight of what we were about to do. "This is where we will seal our bond, where our love will defy the laws of Heaven and Hell," I said, my voice low and intense.

Her gaze swept over the altar, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "And what exactly do I need to do?"

"Just have sex with me, my love," I replied, my voice steady. "But first, I need to speak to them."

Bifrons stood among the other demons—Marbas, Amon, Shax, Vapula, Caim, Ose, Nicholajb, Vodnik, Morax, Asclepius, Ipes, Haagenti, and many others, even Elpass.

They all knelt before me, their forms a dark tapestry against the flickering candlelight.

"Welcome, King of Hell," they intoned, their voices a low rumble. "Welcome, Lady Lisa. We have prepared everything."

I surveyed them, a mixture of authority and anticipation coursing through me. "There is something I want to change," I declared, my gaze locking onto each of their eyes. "You will be blinded and deafened."

"Why, Lord? What mistake have we made?" they queried, confusion lacing their voices.

"It's just for the ritual," I replied coolly, my tone brooking no argument. "And once this is done, I will grant you the power you desire."

With a flick of my wrist, I took away their senses, plunging them into darkness and silence.

A ripple of energy coursed through the chamber as I watched their expressions shift from confusion to submission, their greed for power evident in their eyes.

Turning back to Lisa, I beckoned her to join me, and she succumbed to my allure, stepping forward as I placed her within a pentagram etched on the cold stone floor, surrounded by flickering candles and demonic symbols.

The atmosphere grew heavy with anticipation, the air charged with an electric energy.

"Now, just breathe," I instructed, my voice a soft murmur as I began to chant incantations, awakening her inner darkness.

My underworld minions joined in, their voices rising in a haunting melody that reverberated throughout the chamber, invoking the dark powers to strengthen our union.

As the chanting intensified, a resonant hum filled the air, swirling around us like a tempest.

Shadows danced across the walls, illuminated by the flickering candlelight, and the very essence of Hell seemed to respond to our presence.

I could feel the weight of our love pressing against the fabric of the universe, a force both beautiful and terrifying.

This was it—the moment where our love would be tested, solidified against the backdrop of the underworld's most sacred ground.

As the dark energy enveloped us, I reached for Lisa, my heart racing with the gravity of what lay ahead.

"Together, we will transcend the ordinary," I promised her, my voice low and intense. "This union will bind us in ways that even the demons will envy."

Her eyes sparkled with determination as she nodded, ready to embrace the depths of this dark ritual.

I leaned closer to her, my breath a tantalizing whisper against her ear. "I am going to strip you, Lisa, and you have to do the same."

Her eyes widened, a mixture of uncertainty and excitement swirling within them. "Are you sure they won't see us? You're going to strip me?"

In response, I opened my six black wings, encircling her in a protective embrace. "If you're still not comfortable, my wings will shield you. No one will see you, Lisa. No one can."

She leaned in closer, her voice low and earnest. "Taehyung, can't they just do their chanting somewhere else? I want to please you without any shame. I don't know all these rules, but if you can, please do that."

I held her gaze, my heart racing at her vulnerability. "No one can see us, Lisa," I assured her, my tone unwavering. With a flick of magic, I silenced the chanting demons.

In a telepathic command, I communicated with them, "Your king has decided that my union with my lady will proceed without interruption. You may go and revel in the power I will bestow upon you. Gather in my castle and await my return; start the celebration."

The demons paused, their expressions a mix of surprise and understanding. As they dispersed, I turned my full attention back to Lisa, the weight of the moment hanging between us like a thick fog of anticipation.

With my wings still wrapped around us, I felt her pulse quicken. "Are you ready?" I asked, my voice dropping to a husky whisper, the air charged with the energy of the ritual.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she nodded, determination glimmering in her eyes. "I'm ready, Taehyung."

As I began to undress her slowly, each piece of fabric that fell away revealed not just her body, but the raw, unguarded spirit within.

The flickering candlelight danced across her skin, casting shadows that only enhanced her beauty, my heart pounding in sync with the dark energy surrounding us.

"You're breathtaking," I murmured, captivated by the sight of her before me.

And with that, we stepped deeper into our shared darkness, united in a way that transcended the ordinary, bound by the very essence of our desires.

As Lisa smiled and kissed me, she said, "I love you. I'll live for you, my king, my love." I held her hand and replied, "Well, I love you too."

Then Lisa looked at me with seductive eyes as she held my hand. We stood together as she stripped my robe, letting it fall away.

She initiated a deep kiss, and as our lips moved together, she said, "Today, you're not going to do anything; I'll do everything for you."

I nodded, captivated by her determination. She then stripped off her lingerie and knelt, kissing my length.