Levi couldn't breathe.
It hit him like a tidal wave—pain, sharp and sudden, blooming in his chest like a rose of thorns. His knees buckled in the middle of his apartment, his hand gripping the edge of the table as his heart thudded wildly. His vision blurred with unshed tears.
Something was wrong.
Something was terribly wrong.
He hadn't seen Jaceon in days, and the silence was eating him alive. But this pain—it wasn't just loneliness. It was deeper. Raw. Like his soul had been yanked away and left bleeding in a place far beyond reach.
"Jaceon…" he whispered, trembling.
Without another thought, Levi grabbed his coat and keys, ignoring the wetness in his eyes as he ran through the pouring rain. The city lights blurred as he sped toward the edge of the city—toward the place where light met shadow. Toward her.
The deity.
She was waiting for him, as if she'd known he was coming. Her old eyes were calm, but her expression unreadable.
"I need to know," Levi said breathlessly. "I need to know where he is. He's not safe, I can feel it."
She didn't speak at first. Only stared.
Then finally, she said, "He's in Hell."
Levi's heart stopped. "W-What?"
"He was imprisoned," she said softly. "By his father and the Devil. Chained to the core of the underworld, where even light forgets to reach."
"No…" Levi shook his head, stepping back. "No, no that can't be—"
"He chose it, Levi. He chose you."
Levi fell to his knees. His hands covered his mouth as a sob ripped from his throat.
"But there's more," the deity added, her tone hardening.
Levi looked up, his cheeks soaked.
"If Jaceon dies in the underworld—if he perishes in that cursed mountain—then you will be freed," she said coldly. "Your soul will be released. The deal with the Devil will break."
It was like someone stabbed him right in the heart.
"You're telling me… to let him die?" Levi asked in disbelief.
The deity nodded solemnly. "Sometimes love is letting go."
"No," Levi whispered.
"Sometimes it's sacrifice."
"No," he said louder, clenching his fists.
"Sometimes," she finished, "love must burn."
Levi slammed his hand against the wet ground. "Then let it BURN!"
The rain poured harder, as if mourning with him. Thunder cracked in the skies above.
"I don't care what fate says," Levi whispered. "I don't care what Hell demands. If he dies, I don't want to be free. I don't want a world without him in it."
He stood, breathing heavily, his eyes now sharp with resolve. "Tell me how to get to him. Tell me how to bring him back."
The deity shook her head. "Only a soul without fear may pass into Hell willingly. Only one with nothing to lose."
"Then that's me," Levi said, stepping forward. "I have nothing left to lose... except him."
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Back home Monica saw that something weird is going on ... Levi normally comes to Jaceon's house whenever he missed him but this time it seems he got something in his mind .....
Monica watched Levi from across the room.
He hadn't said much since returning from the deity's realm. His expression was distant, his movements mechanical. But it was his eyes—those eyes, usually warm, usually steady—that gave it away.
They were burning.
Not with fear.
With determination.
And Monica knew exactly what that meant.
She quietly approached him as he stood by the window, staring out at the storm rolling across the horizon. The air in the room was heavy—almost suffocating.
"Levi…" her voice was soft but firm.
He didn't turn to her.
"You're planning something," she said, stepping closer. "I can see it in you. The silence, the ache in your gaze… You're going after him."
Still, he said nothing. His grip tightened around the edge of the window.
"Don't do it," Monica added, now standing beside him. "Please, Levi. If you go to Hell… you won't be rescuing him. You'll be handing yourself over to the Devil."
He finally turned, his jaw clenched. "And if I don't? He dies, Monica."
"But if you go," she said sharply, "you die too—only faster. Do you think Jaceon fought so hard, betrayed his bloodline, went against Hell itself just so you could walk into the flames after him?"
Levi's eyes filled with tears, but his voice didn't waver. "He's in chains. Burning. Alone. And I can feel it, Monica. I can feel him suffering, even from here. How am I supposed to just sit here and breathe like that's okay?"
She looked at him, her own eyes welling up. "Because he chose to suffer for you. That's what love looks like too, Levi. Letting him protect you."
"I never asked for that." he snapped back
"But you accepted it the moment you fell in love with him." Monica replied.
Levi's lips trembled.
Monica placed a hand on his shoulder, gentle but grounding. "He'll come back, Levi. Jaceon is stronger than anyone I've ever known. He didn't give up when the Devil rose before him… do you really think some chains and fire will stop him?"
Levi looked away.
"Trust him," she whispered. "You're his light. He'll find his way back to it."
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