╰┈➤❝𝔗𝔞𝔢𝔥𝔶𝔲𝔫𝔤❞

It's been 24 years since I married Lisa, my queen of Hell.

Our union still feels as powerful as it did that first day, though now we have ten children—five princes and five princesses who have inherited both her warmth and my strength.

Amoswon, my eldest, is already 20. Jaeserin is close behind at 18, followed by Leehan, Salome, Hajun, Lamia, Byun, Mara, Seung, and my little Woori, just two years old.

The weight of fatherhood rests heavily on my shoulders, but it is a weight I bear with pride.

I stand at the highest tower of Pandemonium, gazing out over the land I rule.

The obsidian spires of my castle-city glow, illuminated by the will-o'-the-wisps that dance around them.

These creatures have always been unpredictable, shaping forms of dragons and demons in their games.

Tonight, they seem more alive than usual, perhaps in celebration, perhaps because even in this eternal darkness, they feel the light that Lisa has brought into my life.

Below, a sea of demons gathered outside the gates. They look up in awe, their faces filled with something unfamiliar—hope, admiration.

They have waited hours, even days, to be granted entry to the city, but their patience is rewarded as they marvel at the wisps.

The light is rare in the underworld, but somehow, since Lisa became queen, even the darkness seems less oppressive.

She has changed everything.

I never imagined a human would have such an impact on Hell.

When I took her hand in marriage, I did it for selfish reasons—my obsession, my desire for her purity.

Even when the demons tested her patience...she won them over. And though they follow me, their king, it is her love that has softened this realm.

I breathe in deeply, feeling the thick air of Pandemonium fill my lungs, tainted with ash and embers, but tonight it feels lighter.

My gaze falls on the city below, watching as the demons carry on with their lives, their eyes occasionally flicking up towards the castle. Towards me.

A soft sound breaks my thoughts, the familiar steps of my queen approaching. I turn, catching her in the moonlight as she steps onto the balcony beside me.

Even after all these years, my heart still stirs at the sight of her. Lisa, my human queen, the mother of our ten children.

Her dark hair flows behind her like a veil, her eyes bright, yet still as kind as they were when I first saw her.

"You've been standing here a long time," she says softly, her voice like a balm. She wraps her arms around me, resting her head against my shoulder. "What are you thinking?"

I chuckle low, resting my hand on her back, and pulling her closer to me. "I'm thinking about how everything has changed since you came here. How you've tamed me, a devil who thought he could never be touched by love."

She smiles that same smile that still has the power to undo me. "You've always had love in you, Taehyung. You just didn't know it."

I close my eyes, savoring her warmth. "Perhaps. But without you, I might have never realized. The pandemonium has never felt so alive. Even the demons are different... They look at you, at us, with something I never thought possible."

"Respect?" she asks, teasingly.

"Love," I correct, and she falls silent, her grip on me tightening. "They love you, Lisa. You've done what I thought was impossible—you've made this world better. And you've made me better."

Her fingers brush against my cheek, and I turn to meet her gaze, eyes filled with the emotions I've never been able to fully express.

"I couldn't have done any of this without you, Taehyung. You've ruled them with strength, but you've ruled our family with even more care. Our children... they adore you."

"I'm a father to princes and princesses of Hell. But all of it, everything... it means nothing without you," I admit, my voice cracking with an emotion that surprises even me.

She cups my face in her hands, her eyes shining with tears she never lets fall. "You have me, always."

I press my forehead against hers, breathing her in. "And I will protect you, always." My voice is low, a promise not just to her, but to our children, to this pandemonium we've built together.

As we stand together in silence, the weight of our rule resting on my shoulders, I know I'm not carrying it alone.

She's here. My queen, my light in the eternal darkness. The demons below continue to watch the will-o'-the-wisps dance, but tonight, all I see is her.

"Let's go back inside," she whispers, pulling me gently by the hand. "Our children are waiting."

And so I follow the path, with my human queen by my side, into the warmth of our home where our future, our family, awaits.

As Lisa leads me back inside, her hand warm in mine, I feel the gentle pulse of life in the palace.

The corridors, once cold and empty, now echo with the sounds of our children.

. Their laughter, their footsteps, their arguments—it fills this place with a vibrancy I never imagined.

I glance at Lisa, who moves with the grace of a queen but the heart of a mother.

Her strength lies in her kindness, and it's that softness that has shaped our home, our pandemonium.

The great hall is vast, with towering black pillars and golden accents.

The obsidian floor gleams under the pale light of Hell's moons, but the warmth here is undeniable. As we enter, the noise grows louder—shouts and giggles bouncing off the walls.

Amoswon, my eldest, is pacing near the hearth, his serious face mirroring my own in ways that unsettle me.

He's become a formidable prince, already wielding the power of fire with a mastery that rivals even my own.

Yet, despite his strength, there is a tenderness in him when he looks at Lisa.

Jaeserin sits nearby, a book open in her lap, but her attention is divided between her reading and her younger siblings, who are busy chasing each other around the hall.

Leehan and Salome—always inseparable—dart past her, laughing and calling out challenges as they race toward us.

"Father! Mother!" Salome cries, her wild curls bouncing as she throws herself into Lisa's arms. I can't help but smile at the sight.

Salome, with her fiery spirit, always reminds me of Lisa in her younger days—strong-willed, with a kindness that shines through even her wildest moments.

"Be careful, Salome," Lisa scolds gently, though she's laughing as she holds her daughter close. I stand back, watching, my heart swelling with a pride that I can never quite put into words.

Hajun, my quiet thinker, approaches more slowly. At twelve, he's already showing signs of the wisdom and patience that will one day make him a great leader.

He nods at me, his sharp eyes observing everything as always.

"Father," he says, his voice calm, though I can see the excitement bubbling beneath his composed exterior. "We were wondering when you would join us."

I ruffle his hair, earning a rare smile from him. "A king's work is never done, Hajun. But I'm here now."

The younger ones—Lamia, Byun, Mara, Seung, and little Woori—come tumbling forward in a chaotic bundle of energy.

They surround us, each demanding our attention in their way. Woori, just two, reaches up with her tiny hands, and I lift her into my arms, her innocent eyes wide with curiosity.

"Daddy," she says softly, her small fingers clutching at my robes.

"Yes, my little monster," I whisper, kissing her forehead.

She giggles a sound that fills the hall and brings a strange peace to my heart.

Lisa watches us, her eyes shining with love as she gathers the rest of our children around her. I can see how much she cherishes these moments, how they fill her with the joy that only a mother could know.

And in that moment, I realized just how much she has given me—this life, this family, this warmth in a place that was once so cold.

As our family gathers, there's a sense of unity that radiates from them. They are a mix of power and tenderness, shaped by both Lisa's humanity and my demonic heritage.

And as I look at them—my children, my legacy—I feel a fierce protectiveness rise within me.

As we sat together, the warmth of our children filling the air with laughter, the sudden arrival of my raven shattered the peace.

The creature landed on the edge of the great hall, its wings as dark as the night and its beady eyes reflecting the glow of the fire.

It bowed low, trembling slightly as it spoke. "My lord of darkness, my king, I am sorry to disturb you, but... the demons... They gather outside, demanding your presence. They are still not willing to accept the Queen as yours. They insist... they insist you take another wife, a demon."

The words hung in the air like a foul stench, turning the warmth of the moment ice cold. My body tensed instantly, and the energy in the room shifted.

Lisa looked up at me, her expression calm but her eyes filled with the quiet strength that had always drawn me to her.

She knew this would come, as did I. There have always been whispers—demons unhappy with a human ruling by my side, demons who still thought of her as unworthy.

Slowly, I stood, my towering form casting a shadow over the hall. The laughter of my children faded as they sensed the shift in my mood.

I glared down at the raven, its form trembling more under my gaze. My voice, when I spoke, was low and dangerous, echoing through the hall like the roll of distant thunder.

"Who dares to say such things?" My words dripped with a controlled fury, barely held back. "I am the king. I make the rules. No demon, no soul in this realm, has the right to question my choice."

The raven flinched at my tone, its feathers ruffling with fear. "My lord, I only carry the message... The council of elder demons speaks of tradition. They believe it is wrong for a human to sit beside you on the throne, and they... they wish for you to remarry, to take a demoness as your queen."

I felt a fire ignite in my chest, my anger barely contained. How dare they.

After all these years, after everything Lisa had done for this pandemonium, these fools still dared to question her place by my side.

My fists clenched, and I took a slow, deliberate step toward the raven. "You will return to them with a message of your own."

My voice was sharp, like a blade. "Tell them that any demon who questions my marriage, who disrespects my queen, will face the full wrath of their king."

The raven bobbed its head frantically. "Yes, my king, yes—"

"Silence," I growled, cutting him off. "Do they truly forget who I am? Do they think they can make demands of me?"

Lisa's hand gently touched my arm, her presence calming the storm within me for a moment. Her voice was soft but firm. "Taehyung... perhaps we should hear what they have to say. This isn't the first time they've tried to stir trouble."

I turned to her, my gaze softening only for her. "They dare to question your place, Lisa."

She met my eyes with that same unwavering strength. "We knew this would be difficult. Change is never easy, not for demons who have lived by tradition for centuries. But we've faced worse, together."

I exhaled, the fire in my chest cooling slightly at her words. She was right, as she often was.

Still, my blood boiled at the thought of anyone trying to take her from me, to force me into something I would never agree to.

I turned back to the raven, who had been standing in silent terror. "You will tell them exactly this," I commanded.

"The queen of Hell is Lisa, and she will remain my queen for eternity. Any demon who speaks otherwise will be brought before me and will answer for their insolence. Is that clear?"

"Y-yes, my king," the raven stammered, its voice barely audible. "I will carry your message."

I watched as the bird quickly flew off, disappearing into the shadows. The hall was silent now, the tension thick in the air.

My children were watching me, their eyes wide, unsure of what to say or do.

I looked down at them, forcing a small smile to ease the heavy atmosphere. "You have nothing to fear."

I said, my voice softer now, though the anger still simmered beneath the surface. "Your mother and I will always be together. No one can change that."

Lisa stood beside me, her hand still on my arm, her presence a reminder of everything we'd fought for. She didn't need to say anything else.

Her strength was enough.

As the raven flew off into the darkness, I turned to face Lisa, the calm in her eyes steadying the storm raging inside me.

But even she knew that tonight, reason and kindness would have no place in this pandemonium. This was about power, about control. The demons needed to be reminded of who ruled over them—who they feared.

"My queen," I said quietly, my voice still tinged with lingering fury, "take the younger children to their chambers. Amoswon and Leehan will accompany me. This is a matter of the throne, and the throne requires strength tonight."

Lisa nodded without question. She knew this part of me—this darker, crueler side that the realm demanded.

But she trusted me, as always. She pressed a brief kiss to my cheek before turning to gather the younger ones.

Her touch was a reminder of the light we had built in this darkness, a light I would protect at all costs.

"Amoswon, Leehan," I called, my voice sharp, "come with me."

Amoswon, his expression serious, strode forward without hesitation, his fire-lit eyes gleaming with the same ruthless determination that burned within me.

Leehan, ever the strategist, followed silently, his mind no doubt already working through the possibilities of what was to come.

At sixteen, Leehan was already wiser than many of the elder demons, his mind a sharp blade that would serve him well when he took his place beside me in rulership.

We moved through the palace with purpose, the great doors leading to the gathering hall opening before us with a thunderous groan.

The air inside was thick with anticipation, the flickering flames of hell casting ominous shadows across the stone walls.

The council of demons had already gathered, their cloaked forms huddled together, whispering among themselves.

As we entered, silence fell, and all eyes turned to us—the King of Hell and his heirs. Amoswon and Leehan walked on either side of me, their presence a silent testament to the power that ran through our bloodline.

I strode forward, every step echoing through the hall as I approached the black iron throne at the far end.

It towered over the room, a symbol of my reign, forged in fire and blood. I sat upon it, my sons standing beside me, their gazes as cold and unforgiving as my own.

The demons bowed low before me, their bodies trembling with fear and anticipation. They knew why they were here. They knew what was at stake.

"Speak," I commanded, my voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Who among you dares to challenge the will of your king?"

There was a pause, and then one demon, an elder with horns that curled back like a ram's, stepped forward. His eyes flickered with a mix of fear and defiance.

He had lived long enough to remember the old ways, to still cling to them.

"My lord," he began, his voice wavering slightly, "the council... we have served you faithfully for centuries. We have stood by your side through wars, through rebellions, and through every challenge this realm has faced. But this... this is not the way of Hell. A human cannot be our queen. The demons—your demons—demand that you take a demoness as your wife to preserve the traditions of our kind."

I stared at him, my expression unreadable, though the fire inside me began to rise, hot and violent.

"Tradition?" I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "You dare speak to me of tradition?"

The demon hesitated, glancing nervously at the others who stood behind him. "It is the will of the realm, my king. A human cannot rule over us. It... it is an insult to the very foundation of Hell."

Amoswon's eyes flashed, his hands curling into fists at his sides. I could feel the anger radiating from him, a mirror of my own fury.

Leehan, ever composed, remained silent, his sharp gaze fixed on the demon who had spoken.

I leaned forward, my gaze never leaving the elder. "And what, pray tell, do you believe should happen to your queen, the one who has given this pandemonium peace? Who has given me ten heirs? What do you suggest I do with her?"

The demon swallowed hard, his eyes flickering to the floor. "She... she could be honored, but step aside. A demoness should rule beside you. It is the only way to maintain order."

Silence followed his words, and for a moment, the tension in the hall was so thick it felt as though the air itself was suffocating.

Then, slowly, I stood, my form towering over them all. My voice, when I spoke, was cold, devoid of mercy.

"Amoswon. Leehan."

Both of my sons stepped forward, their eyes locked on the elder demon.

"Show them what happens to those who dare to question the will of the king."

Without hesitation, Amoswon summoned a wall of flame that burst from his hands, wrapping around the elder like a serpent.

The demon screamed as the fire consumed him, his body writhing in agony as his flesh melted away, leaving only charred bones.

His cries echoed through the hall, but no one moved to help him. They knew better.

Leehan, calm as ever, watched the spectacle with cold detachment. He glanced at the remaining council members, his voice quiet but filled with authority. "If any of you wish to share his fate, speak now."

No one dared.

I stepped forward, my eyes blazing with the same fire that had consumed the elder. "Let this be a reminder to all of you. I am the king of Hell. I choose my queen, and she will remain at my side until the end of time. Anyone who questions this again will face a fate far worse than what you've witnessed tonight."

The room was deathly silent, the smell of burning flesh still heavy in the air. The remaining demons knelt lower, their heads pressed against the stone floor in submission.

I turned on my heel, my sons following me as we left the hall.

The message had been sent. The council would not dare to challenge me again.

As we made our way back to the royal chambers, Amoswon spoke, his voice low. "Father, they will not stop. Not truly."

I nodded, my anger still simmering beneath the surface. "Let them try. They will learn, as all who stand against me have."

Leehan was silent, his mind no doubt already calculating the next steps we would need to take to secure Lisa's place on the throne once and for all.

But tonight, for now, the matter was settled.

As Amoswon looked at me, his fiery eyes burning with the same determination that ran in our bloodline, he spoke with quiet authority, "My king, my father, if you permit, I will look into the matter further."

I nodded, acknowledging his initiative. "Very well, but for now, I wish to speak with both of you—my two eldest sons."

They exchanged glances and nodded. We left the hall behind and, in a swirl of shadows and hellfire, soon appeared in my royal chamber—a place reserved for my solitude, where no one was allowed without my command.

The walls of the room were adorned with dark, intricate carvings, symbols of power etched into the obsidian stone.

Flames flickered softly around us, casting eerie shadows.

I sank into my grand chair, made from the bones of my fallen enemies, its throne-like structure imposing even in this intimate setting.

Amoswon and Leehan took their places, standing tall before me, awaiting my words.

Leehan, ever the tactician, broke the silence first. "Father," he began, his voice calm but calculating, "what do you plan now? The council will not rest easily after tonight. They will move in secret if they must."

I chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through the room. "Oh, my son, I will destroy them—every last one who dares to defy me. No one questions the King of Hell and lives to see the next moon."

My laughter died away, leaving a heavy silence.

The weight of my words hung in the air, and Leehan's expression remained neutral, though I could sense the wheels of his mind turning. He was always calculating, always three steps ahead, just like me.

Amoswon, standing at my side, crossed his arms, his stance relaxed but his mind sharp. "Father,"

he said, his voice low but filled with determination, "If you allow it, I wish to handle matters in the northern regions of Hell. As the prince, it is my responsibility, and I want to ensure that those lands are secure under our rule. There have been whispers... I want to see them silenced."

I studied my eldest son for a moment, pride swelling within me. Amoswon had grown into a powerful ruler in his own right—strong, and ruthless when needed, yet he knew the value of responsibility.

His desire to take control of the northern territories was not only a matter of duty but also ambition, and I respected that.

I nodded slowly, my fingers tapping lightly on the arm of my chair. "Very well, Amoswon. You have my blessing. Ensure the North is loyal and crush any opposition before it festers. You are the prince of Hell—let them know the weight of that title."

Amoswon bowed his head slightly in acknowledgment. "It will be done, Father."

I turned my gaze to Leehan, who had been silent, observing, always thinking. "And you, Leehan," I said, "what do you think? What moves should we make next?"

Leehan's sharp eyes met mine, calculating as ever. "We should deal with the council swiftly, but with strategy. Fear alone will not be enough this time. We must root out their allies, the ones who still cling to the old ways. Those who question the Queen are not just angry—they are plotting. We cannot afford to let any of them remain."

I smiled, dark and cruel. Leehan had always been my mirror—his mind a weapon as sharp as any blade. "Good,"

I said, my voice dripping with satisfaction. "I want you to find every traitor, every demon who whispers rebellion. They will face my wrath soon enough. And when I strike, it will be swift and brutal."

Leehan nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

He thrived on challenges like these, and I knew he would not fail me.

"Remember," I said, my voice deepening with finality, "our family rules Hell. No one can question that. We will crush all who stand in our way."

Both of my sons bowed their heads, their loyalty is unquestionable.

Amoswon, with his fierce determination, would strengthen our hold on the North, while Leehan, with his keen intellect, would dismantle the council from within.

I leaned back in my grand chair, satisfied, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, my pandemonium—and my queen—would remain mine.

As I walked out of the dark chamber, my mind still buzzing with the weight of decisions made, I headed toward Lisa's room.

The flames along the corridor flickered in acknowledgment as I passed, casting twisted shadows on the stone walls.

The demons standing guard outside her door bowed their heads in silence, one of them announcing my presence in a deep, gravelly voice, "The King approaches."

Without hesitation, I pushed open the grand doors and stepped inside. The room was a stark contrast to the cold darkness of the rest of the castle.

Warm, dim light bathed the space, and the scent of lavender hung in the air—a scent I knew Lisa loved.

She stood there, across the room, with our youngest daughters, Woori and Mara.

Mara, ever the curious one, was playing with a small wisp of fire in her hands, giggling as it danced between her tiny fingers.

Woori, barely able to walk, was clutching the hem of Lisa's gown, her innocent eyes wide as she looked up at me.

When Lisa turned and saw me, a soft smile graced her lips.

Despite the weight of the crown, despite the rebellion brewing in Hell, she was always a sanctuary for me—my queen, the one who had tamed the darkness within me.

Her gaze held a warmth that no other demon could muster, a reminder that even in Hell, there was love.

I crossed the room, my heavy footsteps softened in her presence. Woori let out a soft giggle and toddled toward me, her tiny arms reaching up. I bent down, lifting her effortlessly into my arms as her laughter filled the room.

Mara followed quickly, her small feet padding across the floor. She tugged at my cloak, looking up with her bright, fiery eyes.

"Father!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Look what I made!" She held out the wisp of fire, its delicate glow flickering like a tiny star in her palm.

I smiled at her, a rare, genuine smile that only my children and Lisa ever saw. "Very impressive, little one," I said, ruffling her hair with my free hand. "You are growing stronger by the day."

Lisa came closer, her gaze flicking between me and our daughters.

There was a softness in her eyes as she watched us, a tenderness that had always warmed my heart.

She placed a gentle hand on my arm, her touch grounding me in a way that nothing else could.

"How did things go with the council?" she asked, her voice calm but knowing. She had heard the whispers, of course.

She always knew what was going on, even when I tried to shield her from the darker matters of the pandemonium.

I let out a sigh, my free arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her close. "They're still restless," I admitted, my voice low so as not to disturb the girls. "But I've made it clear—no one questions our rule. No one questions you."

Lisa's eyes flickered with a mix of concern and pride. "You always protect me," she whispered, her fingers brushing against my chest.

"But we must protect them too." She glanced at Woori, who was now dozing softly in my arms, and Mara, still grinning proudly at her small fire.

"We will," I said, my voice firm but softening as I looked down at our daughters. "No harm will come to our family. I will make sure of it."

Lisa smiled again, her eyes filled with trust. "I know you will, Taehyung. You always do."

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of my family, I felt a rare sense of peace.

Even with the weight of Hell pressing down on me, with enemies plotting in the shadows, this—here, with Lisa and our children—was my reason for everything. The chaos of my pandemonium could wait; for now, I was home.

I looked at Lisa, my eyes darkening with a hunger that had not dimmed even after twenty-two years of marriage.

The passion that had ignited between us from the start had only grown fiercer with time. I felt the weight of my responsibilities slip away as my gaze fixed on her, my desire burning through the walls of my control.

"Lisa," I said, my voice low and filled with a raw intensity that brooked no argument. "Order the servants to take the children to their quarters. I need you now."

Lisa's eyes widened slightly at the command, but there was no hesitation in her response. She had always understood my needs, and she knew that even the unyielding King of Hell had his desires.

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her expression a mix of anticipation and affection.

With a swift, graceful motion, she called for the servants, her voice carrying a subtle, commanding edge. "Take Woori and Mara to their chambers," she instructed. "They need their rest."

The servants nodded respectfully and gently gathered the children.

Woori, still half asleep, was cradled in the arms of a servant while Mara, reluctantly leaving my side, was led out with a soft, reassuring pat on her head.

Lisa watched them go with a tender smile, her gaze lingering on me as the door closed behind them.

As the room fell silent, the air thick with our shared anticipation, Lisa moved closer to me. The warmth of her presence was a sharp contrast to the cold and darkness that often surrounded me.

She reached out, her fingers grazing my cheek with a gentle touch that made my heart race despite the years that had passed.

"Taehyung," she murmured, her voice a soft, seductive whisper, "what is it that you desire?"

I pulled her into my embrace, my hands finding the familiar curve of her waist, pulling her body against mine. "You know what I want," I said, my breath hot against her ear. "You, Lisa. Always you."

Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into me, her lips parting in a soft sigh. The years had only deepened our bond, making our moments together more intense, and more cherished.

We had weathered countless storms, but here, in this private sanctuary, it was just the two of us—no pandemonium, no rebellion, only the fierce love that bound us.

I pressed my lips to hers, my kiss fierce and hungry, as though trying to make up for all the time apart.

The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the heat of our shared passion and the love that had only grown stronger with time.

In the depths of the night, in the heart of our darkened pandemonium, we were simply Taehyung and Lisa—two souls bound together by a hunger that refused to fade, a desire that only grew more intense with each passing year.

As my lips crushed against Lisa's, the heat of our kiss ignited a flame within me that had long been simmering beneath the surface. Her body pressed against mine, and I could feel her heartbeat quicken in response to my touch.

The room, once a realm of tranquility and warmth, transformed into a domain of intense desire and longing.

I deepened the kiss, my hands sliding up to cradle her face, my thumbs brushing against her cheeks. Lisa's fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as her breath mingled with mine.

Each touch, each sigh, was a reminder of the passion that had never dulled between us.

Her lips parted slightly, and I took the opportunity to explore her mouth, savoring the taste and warmth that only she could provide.

The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the sensations of our bodies pressed together and the rising tide of desire.

I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to the grand, darkened bed that dominated the room.

The heavy curtains were drawn, casting the room in a dim, intimate light that highlighted the beauty of our connection.

I laid her gently on the bed, my eyes drinking in her form as she gazed up at me with a mixture of love and desire.

My hands roamed over her body, rediscovering the familiar curves and contours that had become a part of me over the years.

Lisa's fingers traced the lines of my chest, her touch sending shivers through me. "Taehyung," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation, "we have been through so much, but this... this is what we both need."

I nodded, my eyes locked on hers, filled with an intense, burning need. "Yes," I said, my voice rough with desire. "We need each other, now more than ever."

I leaned down, my lips finding the sensitive spot on her neck, my kisses trailing lower as I reveled in the way her body responded to me.

Her gasps and moans were music to my ears, a symphony of pleasure that resonated deeply within me.

The world outside the room fell away completely, leaving only the two of us—our shared passion and unyielding love.

In this sacred space, we were not a king and queen burdened by the weight of Hell's politics; we were simply Taehyung and Lisa, lost in the depths of our desire, finding solace and fulfillment in each other's arms.

As the night wore on, the room filled with the sounds of our mutual longing, our bodies entwined in a dance that had become a timeless expression of our love.

The intensity of our connection was a testament to the strength of our bond—a bond that had only grown more profound with time.

In the quiet aftermath, as we lay tangled in each other's arms, I felt a profound sense of satisfaction and completeness.

Despite the chaos and darkness that ruled my realm, here, with Lisa by my side, I was at peace. The hunger that had driven me was sated, and the love that had sustained us through the years was stronger than ever.

As we lay entwined in the aftermath of our passionate union, I looked at Lisa, my heart still racing from the intensity of our shared moments.

I brushed a strand of hair away from her face and said, my voice filled with genuine appreciation, "It was amazing. You always know how to please me."

Lisa, her eyes glowing with a mixture of satisfaction and seduction, leaned closer to me.

Her breath was warm against my skin as she whispered, her voice a sultry caress, "It's all your teaching, my Taehyung. I've become this perfect in pleasing my devil husband because of you."

Her words, both playful and affectionate, stirred something deep within me. The fire between us was far from extinguished, and I felt the familiar hunger rising again.

With a renewed sense of urgency, I rolled over, pulling her back into my embrace.

Our movements were driven by a primal need, an insatiable desire that had only grown more intense over the years.

As I took her again, her cries of pleasure filled the room, each sound a testament to the profound connection we shared.

The room was alive with the rhythm of our bodies, a dance that spoke of our unspoken bond and enduring passion.

Lisa's moans echoed off the walls, mingling with the crackle of the fire, creating a symphony of ecstasy that enveloped us.

In those moments, everything else fell away—our pandemonium, our responsibilities, and the burdens we carried.

All that remained was the intoxicating blend of desire and love, a reminder of why, despite everything, we were bound together in a way that transcended time and space.

As we lay together, the room bathed in the soft glow of the flickering firelight, Lisa's gaze remained locked with mine.

Her eyes, filled with a deep contentment, met mine as she spoke softly, "I am happy with all of this, Taehyung."

I smiled at her, my heart swelling with affection. "Me too, my love," I replied, my voice warm and sincere.

I thought about our children, each one a reflection of our bond, each cherished in their own way.

I had given them everything within my power—freedom, privilege, and love. Yet, despite their privileges, none could ever truly take my place as king.

Their role was to be loyal and to respect the position I held, but none were destined to inherit my crown. They were precious to me, but my throne was not to be their birthright.

Lisa's voice broke through my thoughts as she asked, "Taehyung, who is your favorite among our children?"

I looked at her, my gaze steady and earnest. "No one," I said, "because you are my favorite."

Lisa playfully smacked my chest, a gesture that was both affectionate and teasing. "That's not what I meant, Taehyung."

I reached out, gently cupping her face in my hands, my expression serious yet loving. "It is the truth, Lisa. No one is my favorite among our children. I admire their loyalty and love them equally. It's not about favoritism. They are a part of you and me, and that means I love them with all my heart. Their place in my life is secure, but my affection for them is not about hierarchy. It's about the bond we share."

Lisa's eyes softened as she listened to my words. She understood the depth of my feelings and the complexity of my role as their father and king. "I love them all equally, too," she said softly. "They are our legacy."

I nodded, pulling her closer, our bodies still warm from our earlier embrace. "Yes, they are our legacy. And they will grow up knowing that they are loved and valued, not for their potential to inherit a title, but for the unique individuals they are."

We stayed like that for a moment, simply savoring the peace and the profound connection between us.

The world outside might have been fraught with challenges and uncertainties, but in this intimate sanctuary, we were united—our love and commitment forming a foundation.

As Lisa and I spoke, a gentle slumber overtook her. I watched her eyelids droop, her breathing growing steadily.

With a soft sigh, I draped her in a blanket, ensuring her comfort. Rising, I felt a familiar tingle, a premonition.

. Something was amiss.

I moved swiftly, my dark robes flowing behind me as I exited Lisa's chamber.

My senses, honed by centuries of darkness, picked up a familiar scent.

Amoswon, my son, was leaving Jesaerin's room. A smirk crept across my lips. I knew what was happening.

Approaching Jesaerin's chamber, I let the servant announce my arrival. As she rose from the bed, her hesitation was clear.

Her clothes were hastily put on, and I could feel the dark power she now wielded. She bowed, addressing me as "Father, you here."

"Why not? Can't I visit my daughter?" I replied, feigning innocence.

Both believed I was unaware of their forbidden love. Jesaerin assured me, "No, Dad. I'm so happy you're here." She pressed a kiss to my hand, and I gently cupped her face, forcing her to look at me.

As I leaned in, inhaling Amoswon's scent, I realized they had been intimate. Amoswon's deception became clear.

I chuckled, a silent acknowledgment of their secret romance.

I was the King of Hell, after all. I knew all the secrets. And this one was particularly sweet.

"Father, is something wrong?" Jesaerin asked, her voice laced with concern.

I shook my head, a reassuring smile playing on my lips. "No, my beautiful daughter. I'm here to discuss something important with you about your marriage. Given your age and status as the powerful Princess of Hell, it's time to consider a suitable partner."

Jesaerin gulped, her eyes wide with apprehension. "Father, I just want to enjoy myself. I'll think about it, but not now."

I smirked, knowing the truth. "If you're in love with someone else, you can be honest with me, my love."

Jesaerin hesitated, her secret weighing heavily on her. I knew she loved her own sibling.

Nodding, she replied, "No, Father. And if I do love someone, I'll tell you."

I watched Jesaerin closely, her eyes darting nervously from side to side. I knew she was hiding something, and I was determined to find out what it was.

"Very well," I replied, my voice calm and collected. "But remember, my dear, your happiness is my top priority. If there's someone who truly makes you happy, I want to know."

Jesaerin nodded, her expression filled with relief. She knew that I was sincere in my desire for her happiness.

As we continued our conversation, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. There was a tension in the air, a sense of unease that I couldn't quite explain.

I decided to change the subject. "Tell me, Jesaerin," I began, "how have you been spending your time lately?"

She smiled. "Oh, the usual. Training, studying, and the occasional visit to the mortal realm."

I raised an eyebrow. "The mortal realm? Are you still interested in those humans?"

Jesaerin blushed. "Well, they can be quite amusing. And sometimes, they're even a little... refreshing."

I chuckled. "I suppose they can be. But remember, Jesaerin, the mortal realm is a dangerous place. You must always be careful."

She nodded. "I know, Father. But I promise to be cautious."

As we continued our conversation, I couldn't help but think about the mysterious feeling that had been nagging at me. So they went to the human world to have sex with each other.

Oh, these kids think they can hide their things from me even though they know I can hear and see what they can do.

As I left Jesaerin's room, I made my way to my royal chambers. There, I retrieved a magical sphere, a device capable of revealing any scene within the realm.

I focused my gaze on Jesaerin's room, watching her emerge and make her way towards Amoswon's chambers.

The moment she entered, I observed them exchanging a tense glance. Amoswon inquired, "What's wrong, love? Why are you so upset?"

Jesaerin replied, her voice filled with uncertainty, "I don't know. I feel like Father might have discovered something."

Amoswon's expression grew serious. "What do you mean?"

She explained, "He visited my room today after you left. We spoke about love and marriage, something he's never done before. It felt different."

Amoswon stepped closer, his eyes filled with concern. He gently cupped her face and kissed her lips, a forbidden act that brought a twisted smile to my own.

"Maybe you're overthinking it," he reassured her. "It's natural for him to worry about your happiness as you get older."

Jesaerin's voice trembled as she spoke. "No, I feel it. I can sense something's wrong."

Amoswon tightened his grip on her hand. "Don't worry, love. I'll do anything for you. We can reveal our relationship or even leave Hell if Father won't accept us."

Jesaerin's eyes widened in disbelief. "Leave Hell? That's impossible."

Amoswon shook his head. "No, it's not. We're powerful beings. We can find a way to survive anywhere."

Jesaerin looked at him with a mix of fear and hope. "But what about Father? He's the King of Hell. He won't let us go."

Amoswon's expression grew determined. "We'll have to take that risk. I can't bear to see you hurt."

Jesaerin's heart pounded in her chest. She knew that Amoswon was right. They couldn't continue living in fear.

"Okay," she finally whispered. "Let's do it."

As she spoke, a sense of relief washed over her. She knew that she was making the right decision.

Amoswon smiled. "I love you, Jesaerin."

Jesaerin smiled back. "I love you too, Amoswon."

Before they get intimate, I break the magical sphere shattered into countless fragments, each piece reflecting the dark satisfaction in my eyes.

The forbidden love between Jesaerin and Amoswon, though a sin in the eyes of many, was a potent instrument that could be harnessed to serve my purposes.

Their union, once a source of potential unrest, had now become an opportunity to manipulate and control.

I relished the thought of watching their actions unfold, eager to see how their devotion to each other might be used to my advantage.

With a gesture, I summoned my raven.

The creature emerged from the shadows, its dark, spectral form coalescing into a shape that was both eerie and majestic. It perched before me, its eyes gleaming with intelligence.

"My King, you summon me," the raven croaked in its unsettling, guttural voice.

I regarded the raven with a steely gaze, my mind already plotting the course of action.

"Yes," I said, my voice cold and commanding. "I want you to keep a close watch on Princess Jesaerin and Prince Amoswon. Observe everything they do, but ensure they remain unaware of your presence. Their actions will reveal their true intentions, and I expect to be informed of every detail."

The raven's eyes gleamed with a knowing light. "Understood, my King. I will ensure their every move is observed and reported."

I gave a curt nod, satisfied with the raven's response. As the raven vanished into the darkness, I turned my attention back to the unfolding drama.

The power of their forbidden love, twisted into a tool of manipulation, was a fascinating prospect.

I was eager to see how their clandestine efforts would play out and how I might turn their defiance to my advantage.