LOGINIt all began when the devil was first sent out of the heavens. He had wandered on earth in loneliness until he found a human woman who loved and accepted him the way he was. She was bonded to him, and she hoped that he'd turn away from his evil ways, but it wasn't easy to get the devil to turn a new leaf. He went on with his deceitful behavior, and the woman left him when she couldn't take it anymore. She eloped with a human male, but she discovered that she was pregnant with the devil's son. She tried everything to terminate the pregnancy, but it didn't work out well for her, and when she finally had the baby, she threw him into the forest, hoping he'd die there. But, the devil found his son, and raised him to be a proper demon.
Life as a half-demon and half-human wasn't an easy one for Lucas. The other demons always made jest of him, reminding him everyday that his human mother rejected him, and that he had no place in hell. This caused Lucas to be mad with rage, and he hated humanity. As a result of this hatred for mankind, Lucas went on a killing spree, crushing everything that lay in his wake. He destroyed dozens of villages, and even killed those of his kind. This continued until the demons and other supernatural beings feared him so much that even the whispers of his name rained terror on them. Rumour had it that Lucas had burned his mother alive alongside her human husband, and this stirred up a fight between him and his father, who hadn't still gotten over his feelings for his first love. Thus, Lucas was banished from hell, and sent away to live with the humans he despised. Even in the human world, he was still feared because of the dark aura around him. But what nobody knew was that Lucas had not killed his mother. Instead, he held her captive and chained her in an abyss. And because she couldn't grow old and die like other humans as a result of the devil's gem inside of her, she lived at the mercy of her ruthless son for a hundred years. Whenever Lucas was angry, or had meted out wickedness to those he could've pardoned, he'd come to see her, and torture her. He'd remind her that she made him evil. But for the past two months, Lucas hadn't visited his mother. Those were the times when he met Aria. The human who scolded her customers for trying to run away when he walked into the cake shop. She had spoken sweetly to him, and during their conversation, she told him that she wasn't scared of him, and that his demeanor didn't mean he was evil. She said they could be friends, and she wouldn't judge him based on what people thought of him. The devil's son was soon to soften as he found someone who believed that good could still come out of him. He interacted more with people, and his employees started to become comfortable around him. Lucas even considered releasing his mother, and taking her back to his father who had been without a woman since she left him. All of these was because he had Aria, the woman who brought the good out of him. Though they weren't an item, and they never hung out together, the calls and the texts were enough to change the heart of Lucas, but none of that mattered anyone as once again, his anger had made him lose someone he cherished. First, he had lost his father, now, he was about to lose Aria, and he blamed his mother for it. Anger washed over him, and he decided to pay his Frankenstein a visit. So when he ordered the demon driver to take him to the chambers, he meant to be taken to his mother's prison. As Lucas walked into the abyss, the prison gates that held his mother opened, and he walked in. The woman was startled to see him, and she began to sob. "Hello mother." Lucas greeted. He had a wicked smile on his face. "Lu...cas?" The woman stuttered. "You look surprised to see me. Were you hoping that I'd be dead, the same way you did years ago? Didn't you miss seeing me around here?" Lucas asked her, and walked slowly to where she sat, her hands chained to the walls on her back. A flicker of flames appeared on his fingertip, and Lucas touched her face with it. She screamed out in pain, and Lucas laughed. He liked the sizzling sounds her burning flesh made. "It's a shame that you haven't gotten used to this little game of ours. You still cry and yelp like a crybaby. I guess I must've cried this way too when you abandoned me in that forest to die." He raised his hand to her already bald hair, which occurred due to the several burns she had suffered on it. The flames licked her scalp, and she screamed again, begging Lucas to pardon her. "Lucas!!! Please!!!" She cried out. "You made me like this. I never asked for any of this; it was all your fault. You shouldn't have fallen in love with the devil, and when you had his child, you shouldn't have tossed him away to die. This is all your fault, and I have lost the two people I ever cherished because of the anger you stirred up in me. It's only fair that you get some of it too." Lucas yelled at her, and with that, his hand came alive with a full fire, and he set his mother on fire. Lucas had never done that before. All he did was torture her with the tiny flames that he put on her skin, but today he set her on fire. He knew she wouldn't die from it, but he wanted her to beg for her death, and he stood there watching her scream with undying pains. "That is what you get for creating a monster, Frankenstein. I am the monster you have created, and I'll hunt you till there's nothing but dust left for your remains." Lucas said to her and turned away.The descent into Hell was not marked by fire.It was marked by silence.Lucas did not step through a gate, nor did he summon a portal. Hell recognized himāfelt himāand parted.The air shifted first.What little movement existed in that cursed realm stilled, as though the world itself had drawn in a breath it dared not release. Then the ground beneath his feet darkened further, veins of molten crimson receding like blood retreating from a wound.He had not been here in a long time.Not because he feared it.Fear was a language Hell understoodābut never dared speak to him.No⦠he had stayed away because this place remembered.Every scream. Every fall. Every moment of weakness.And worst of all⦠it remembered his father's humiliation of him.Lucas walked forward, his steps measured, unhurried, yet carrying a weight that pressed against the very bones of Hell. The corridor stretched before himāendless, suffocating, lined with walls that pulsed faintly, as though alive. Shadows clung to th
Aria stepped out of the school gates beside Mark, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the pavement. Their conversation had been light, easyāMark always had a way of making things feel uncomplicatedābut her mind wasnāt entirely in it. It hadnāt been for weeks.Ever since Lucas had started keeping his distance.She had told herself it didnāt matter. That she didnāt care. That whatever they hadāwhatever he had made itāwas better left alone.And yetā¦Her steps slowed.There, parked just across the road, was a sleek black sedan. Polished. Imposing. Familiar.Her breath caught.No⦠it couldnātāBut it was.Lucas leaned casually against the car, his posture relaxed in a way that didnāt fool her for a second. Even from a distance, there was something sharp about him today. Something controlled. Dangerous.Her heart betrayed her with a sudden, violent thud.Why is he here?After weeks of silence⦠weeks of distance⦠now this?āAria?ā Markās voice pulled her slightly back, but s
Lucasās mansion did not feel like a home. Not today. The structure stood tall, elegant as always, its towering windows catching what little daylight filtered through the overcast sky. But insideā Inside, the air felt wrong. Heavy. Charged. Like something unseen had settled into the walls, pressing in, waiting. Lucas stood near one of the large windows, his back partially turned to the room. His gaze was fixed outside, though it was clear he wasnāt really seeing anything. His thoughts were elsewhere. On her. Always on her. The image refused to leave his mindāAria, smiling softly, standing too close to someone else. Letting someone else lead her. Trusting someone else. His jaw tightened. āYouāre going to wear a hole into the glass at this rate.ā Her voice came like silk over steel. Lucas didnāt turn immediately. He didnāt need to. āSelene,ā he said flatly. She stood near the entrance of the room, leaning slightly against the doorway as though she owned the place. Her
Morning came, but it didnāt feel like morning. There was no softness to it. No gentle easing into the day. Just a dull, dragging awareness that time had moved forward whether Aria was ready or not. Rain tapped lightly against her windowānot the violent storm from the day before, but something quieter. Lingering. Like the world hadnāt quite shaken off whatever weight it had carried overnight. Aria lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Sheād been awake for a while. Long enough to notice the way the light shifted behind the curtains. Long enough to realize she had no intention of getting up anytime soon. Her body felt heavy. Not tiredājust⦠unwilling. Her mind, however, refused to be still. Selene. That image wouldnāt leave her. The way she had stood in the apartment like she belonged there. The calm confidence. The unsettling ease with which she had spoken about things Aria barely understood. And then there was what she had said. About a coming war... and the decisio
Hell did not burn the way mortals imagined it. There were no endless lakes of fire, no screaming pits lined with writhing bodies begging for mercy. That was a childās understanding of punishment. A crude interpretation of something far more intricate. Hell was⦠deliberate. Alive. Breathing in ways that did not require air. The skyāif it could be called thatāwas not a sky at all, but a fractured expanse of shifting darkness, like glass that had been shattered and rearranged by something with no concept of symmetry. Between those fractures, something glowed faintly, pulsing like veins beneath skinādeep reds, bruised purples, flickers of gold that felt less like light and more like something watching. The ground was worse. It was not solid in the way earth should be. It looked like polished obsidian at first glance, smooth and reflective, but beneath its surface, shadows moved. Not reflectionsāno. Movements. Shapes that twisted and recoiled as though something had been trapped ben
The rain had started sometime before dawn.At first, it was gentleāsoft taps against the window, like someone asking politely to be let in. But as the hours passed, it grew heavier, louder, until it consumed everything. It drowned out the city noise, swallowed the world whole, and wrapped Ariaās apartment in a cocoon of gray.She hadnāt gotten out of bed.Not because she couldnātābut because she didnāt have the strength to.The blanket was pulled up to her chin, her body curled inward as though trying to protect something fragile inside her. Her phone lay beside her, screen dark now, but not long ago it had lit up with Markās name.āHey. Itās pouring. I can pick you up if you want.āHis voice had been warm. Easy. Safe.She had hesitated.For a second too long.Then she remembered.The demon guards.Across the street. Always watching. Always reporting.And more than thatāLucas.The thought of accepting a ride from Mark felt⦠wrong. Not because she owed Lucas anything. Not after the way
When two days passed without Aria getting a word from Lucas, she got worried and tried to pry out information from Levi, but he wouldn't give in to her demands, and she didn't make it easy for him either. "So you're seriously telling me that you don't know where Lucas is?" "Yes, Aria. I have no i
As Lucas prepared himself to meet with the dreaded sea beast, he wondered if it was a wise decision to make. Levi had tried to talk him out of it several times, but Lucas couldn't bring himself to listen to him, and give up on his quest. But now, the thoughts lingered, and he was confused on what t
Having known that Behemoth was on Earth to take revenge on him, Lucas feared for Aria's safety. He became uneasy, and he used his connections to see that the cop he had shifted into was dismissed. Lucas knew that dismissing the cop wouldn't make any difference, but he wanted to keep him out of his
Years ago during the time that Lucas had gone on a killing spree, destroying and killing creatures that wouldn't bow in submission to him, Behemoth had been the hardest to break.Legend had it that Behemoth was once the king of hell, thousands of years ago, even before the devil came into power. He







