The morning light spilled gently across the room, but it brought no comfort.
Levi sat on the edge of the bed, calling Jaceon for what felt like the hundredth time. No answer. No trace of him. His heart raced with dread. It wasn't like him to disappear without a word—especially after the night they shared. Something was wrong. Deeply wrong.
Without thinking, he grabbed his keys and stormed out of the house, driving straight to Jaceon's place, hoping—begging—that this was just a bad dream.
He banged on the door. "Jaceon?! Are you in there? Please, open up!"
The door opened slowly—but not to the face he was hoping for.
"Monica?"
She blinked, surprised but not entirely caught off guard. "Levi…"
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice shaky. "Where's Jaceon?"
Monica sighed and stepped aside. "Come in."
The house felt different. Cold. Quiet. Abandoned.
"He's not here," she finally said.
Levi turned to her, confused. "What do you mean? Where did he go?"
She hesitated, then pulled out the obsidian shard Jaceon gave her. Its faint glow flickered in the dim room.
"He went back," she said softly. "To hell."
The words hit Levi like a punch to the gut.
"No… no, why?" he choked out. "Why would he do that? Why didn't he tell me?"
Monica looked at him with a sad smile. "Because he knew you'd try to stop him."
Tears welled up in Levi's eyes.
"I don't understand… why would he go alone?"
Monica replied ." Because he's a demon Levi so don't expect him to walk to hell with you , that will be suicidal"
She looked up at Levi.
"He went back to fight your fate. To defy the devil. To save you."
Levi collapsed onto the couch, his chest heaving with pain. "I never even got to tell him… that I I'll always be by his side."
Monica walked over and placed the glowing shard in his hand. "Then when the time comes… make sure you do."
Meanwhile in hell Jaceon is already about to face his greatest fear when living as human...
Hell wasn't just flames and screams—it was power. Raw, ancient power, governed by rules no one dared break. But Jaceon had. And now, he stood before the very heart of the abyss.
His father's throne room was carved into the obsidian walls of the underworld, lit by molten rivers and crowned by dark crimson fire. The tension was palpable. Around them, demons bowed in fear as Jaceon entered—bloodied, burned, and breathless from the battle that brought him here.
His father rose from his seat of bones. The rage in his eyes burned hotter than any hellfire.
"You dare return here," the demon king spat, his voice echoing across the cavernous throne hall. "After betraying your blood and slaying your kin for a mortal?"
Jaceon stood tall, though every muscle in his body ached. "They attacked an innocent man—my man. I warned them. They didn't listen."
"Your man?" his father roared. "You speak of love? Have you truly sunk this low?"
"I speak of choice," Jaceon snapped back. "You always said power lies in the will. Well, my will is to protect Levi."
Gasps echoed from the shadows. Demons who dared not speak aloud trembled. His father's jaw clenched.
"You've lost your purpose. You were our heir—the Devil's chosen. And now… now you are nothing more than a traitor."
"Then so be it," Jaceon said bitterly. "I'll be a traitor who saved a soul that never deserved to suffer."
Before he could draw another breath, flames burst from beneath his feet. Chains made of brimstone and cursed steel snapped out like serpents, coiling around his arms and legs. The ground cracked open, and a massive crevice yawned beneath him.
From the shadows emerged the Devil himself—tall, cloaked in black fire, his eyes glowing with eternal judgment.
"I gave you power, Jaceon," he said, his voice smooth yet venomous. "And you spat in my face."
Jaceon winced as the chains tightened, pulling him downward. "I only did what your black heart could never understand. I felt. I loved."
"You defied Hell," the Devil snarled. "And for that, you shall be punished."
Jaceon struggled, but the power of Hell itself was too strong. He was dragged into the deep—the center of the volcano mountain at the heart of the underworld. The air burned his skin. The chains scorched his soul. Screams from the damned echoed as he was thrown into a stone prison carved into the mountain's molten core.
He was chained to the black stone walls—arms outstretched, head bowed, powerless.
His father stood over him, eyes devoid of pity. "While you rot here in agony, we will retrieve the soul you so foolishly protected."
Jaceon spat blood and glared up. "If you so much as touch him—"
"You'll do nothing," his father interrupted coldly. "You're no heir anymore. You're a prisoner. A disgrace."
And with that, they left. The mountain rumbled above him, lava flowing down like the wrath of forgotten gods.
Alone, Jaceon breathed heavily—his body broken, his magic sealed, but his heart still clinging to one thing.
Levi.