Jaceon's father had finally lost his patience.
From the depths of Hell, he growled, "It seems Ahzi is enjoying himself too much as a human."
Those words echoed like a thunderclap through the underworld.
Ahzi—that was Jaceon's true name, his demonic self, the name only his kind knew him by. His father's wrath was no longer simmering. It was boiling. And when the King of Hell grew tired of waiting, his orders were absolute.
A message was sent out, one that carried weight more deadly than a death sentence.
Kill Levi.
The words were simple, but the meaning was massive.
Permission. The highest permission. A command sealed in infernal blood.
Jaceon's brothers—Jaeon, Kelvin, and Zael—never questioned it. They had always been the loyal ones. The ruthless ones. The true demons. Where Jaceon had begun to stumble in the shadows of emotion, they sharpened their blades with glee.
The moment the seal was lifted, they moved.
Their first step? Levi's company.
They came cloaked in elegance and charm, masked in the illusion of businessmen with a proposal too good to resist. A sleek lie. Fortune favored them, or so they thought—Jaceon wasn't there.
A perfect chance to strike.
Levi was working late, as usual, pouring over files in his office. He had no idea what was coming.
But someone else noticed.
Monica.
She had remained at the company even after Jaceon resigned, loyal to both her job and to the man she had come to respect. The moment she felt that icy chill snake down her spine, her instincts kicked in.
Demons.
She knew the aura—thick, oppressive, and full of wicked intent. It was different from Jaceon's. He always carried control. These… didn't.
She had remembered Jaceon's warning. "My brothers are on Earth now. If you ever feel something darker than me… run."
But Monica didn't run.
She called him.
And just as she whispered into the phone, "They're here—Jaceon, they're here for Levi,"
He appeared.
Like lightning cracking through time and space, Jaceon stepped into the building. His presence was instant. His body burned with rage, his eyes lit with the flames of Hell. His aura darkened the space around him, a fury so raw it bent the air.
His brothers turned toward him—and smirked.
"Well, well," Zael drawled, his arms folded casually. "Look who finally decided to pick a side."
Kelvin stepped forward. "You've gotten soft, Ahzi. Falling in love with your meal?" He sneered.
But Jaceon didn't respond. His body shook with restrained anger, every vein lit with the fire of betrayal.
"You. Don't. Touch. Him." His voice was a whisper, but it shook the walls.
Jaeon laughed. "You're protecting a human. A man no less. How disappointing."
But it was Zael who flicked a blade of hellfire from his wrist and said, "Too late, brother. The order is signed."
That was it.
The moment Jaceon snapped.
He launched forward with a force that split the floor beneath him, his demonic wings unfurling in a burst of crimson and black. No more pretending. No more restraint.
Jaceon wasn't human. He was a demon. And now… he was a demon in love.
Every strike he threw, every spell he roared, every growl that escaped his lips screamed one truth:
He was willing to burn Hell itself to protect Levi.
And in that burning office, filled with fire, fury, and fated pain… the war for Levi's soul had begun.
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Jaceon stood alone, facing the three demons that once shared his blood.
Zael, with his hellfire blades, moved first—slashing through the air with molten rage.
Kelvin, the most brutal, followed with brute force and a twisted smile, launching chains of searing black energy.
Jaeon, cunning and fast, came from behind, whispering dark incantations meant to cripple Jaceon's power.
They didn't come to scare him.
They came to end him.
But they had underestimated how far a demon in love could fall—and how high he could rise when cornered.
Jaceon roared, his voice carrying a thunderous echo that shattered the windows around them. His wings burst from his back—massive, jagged, engulfed in red smoke and black lightning. With one hand, he caught Kelvin's chains mid-air, his fingers burning but his grip unyielding. He pulled Kelvin forward and slammed him into the marble floor, cracking it like glass.
Zael came from the side, but Jaceon spun with demonic grace and drove a spear of shadow through his gut, pinning him to the wall. Zael coughed blood, eyes wide in disbelief.
Jaeon tried to run—tried to chant a spell of retreat—but Jaceon was already behind him.
"No running," he whispered, and plunged his clawed hand into Jaeon's chest, ripping out the demonic core that burned within.
In moments, it was over.
His brothers lay slain at his feet.
The silence that followed was unbearable… until it wasn't.
CRACK.
A sound like the sky itself being torn apart echoed across the city.
BOOM.
Thunder crashed. The heavens opened—and the earth trembled.
He came.
The Devil himself.
He didn't walk in. He manifested, emerging from fire and smoke like a god of wrath, with eyes as deep and endless as the void. Horns curling from his crown. A cloak of ash. A voice that silenced even the bravest.
"You dare slay your brothers… for him?" he growled, his voice sending vibrations through the building's foundation.
Jaceon fell to one knee, his strength flickering.
"I had such plans for you," the Devil said, disappointment etched into every word. "You were my strongest. My chosen. I ignored your parents, your softness. I thought I could fix you."
Jaceon's voice cracked. "I'm sorry… for being a coward."
The Devil narrowed his eyes.
"But Levi… he's innocent. If you need a soul in return—take his father. Leon McLaren. He's old, full of regrets. That debt could be yours."
"You offer me dust in place of destiny?" the Devil spat. "You do not decide who pays their debt to me."
And then came the sentence.
"You've defied me. So now you shall serve me anew."
The Devil raised his hand, branding Jaceon with fire.
"From this day, your right as my heir is stripped.
You shall drag thirty souls to Hell. Kill them. Corrupt them. Break them.
You have one month. Fail, and both you and Levi shall burn."
He turned, and his voice dropped into a deadly whisper.
"Levi is still mine. Nothing you do can save him."
And then—he vanished.
The flames died.
The building groaned in silence.
And in that silence… Levi stood there, frozen, shaken to his core.
His voice barely escaped his lips, "Jaceon… what the hell are you?"
The man—no, the demon—turned to him. And for the first time… Jaceon's eyes showed fear.
Not for himself.
But for Levi.
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