They were all staring at me—each pair of inhuman eyes holding me in place like chains I couldn't see, couldn't fight. The silence stretched. Suffocating. Heavy.
So I did the only thing I could.
"W-What?" My voice cracked through the still air.
Mammon smiled, but it wasn't comforting. It was the kind of smile you give before tearing someone apart with the truth. "Nothing. It's just… unusual."
"Unusual?"
"You see," he said, voice like silk over a blade, "we rarely ever walk the mortal realm. And if the opportunity arises, it's never for something as mundane as sightseeing. It's always for a purpose—a mortal's sin, to be precise."
My heart dropped. A tremor of unease rippled through my chest.
"You mean... sinners?"
"Exactly." Asmodeus's voice came from behind Mammon as he slowly stepped forward, his bare feet making no sound against the floor. He walked toward me like a predator—unhurried and terrifying.
He leaned in too close, his breath brushing my skin. "Now do you understand what situation you're in?"
I instinctively backed away.
"Asmodeus," Mammon said, a bit of warning in his voice. "Stop intimidating her."
The demon of lust smirked and stepped back, but his eyes lingered on me. Then another voice cut through the space.
"Father told us to keep an eye on you," Lucifierre said coolly, arms crossed.
My head snapped to him. "Father? Who? Why? What have I done?"
Mammon's golden eyes held mine. "It seems that in the near future, you will be committing the most terrible sin."
The room tilted slightly. My throat dried. "Excuse me, what? Who told you that? I live a good life. I've followed every law, every commandment. I've never even littered! How am I suddenly the villain in some demon prophecy?!"
They didn't respond. At least, not right away.
Instead, I launched into a full rant—loud, defensive, panicked. I don't even know what I was saying anymore. Just words tumbling from my mouth like a dam had burst. They watched me in silence.
"I will never commit such a mistake!"
"But the prophecy told us," Beelzebub interrupted.
"There must be a mistake!"
"The prophecy's foreshadowing shan't be wrong," Belphegor added from my computer chair, his eyes barely open.
"Just what will I do? Tell me!"
"We can't reveal such a thing—" Lucifierre started.
"No, please, tell me!"
"The prophecy just revealed who—not what," Beelzebub explained, eyes narrowing. "We only know the sin will be catastrophic."
"NO—!"
"Enough," Satania's voice cut through like a sword.
And the room… froze.
The silence that followed wasn't ordinary. It was thick. It clawed at the walls. All the others fell still, even the ever-smirking Asmodeus.
Satania's voice was cold but it was absolute.
You could tell from their demeanor that they fear him.
"Brother," Mammon turned toward him, eyes unreadable, "the mortal denies it. How shall we make her believe?"
"Force her to Hell," Satania said, rising from his seat like a shadow given form. "After all, it is where she belongs."
I felt that.
The offense wasn't just in the words—it was in the way he meant them. I stiffened. My mouth parted, and something burned in my chest. I stood straighter, fighting the trembling in my limbs.
"Do you hear yourself? You're making assumptions based on some vague prophecy. That doesn't make it truth."
His eyes locked onto mine.
Unmoving. All-consuming.
Each step he took toward me felt like gravity increasing. My knees wanted to buckle. My lungs forgot how to breathe. And yet—I didn't look away.
I couldn't afford to.
If I blinked, if I broke, he'd see weakness. And I didn't want to be prey.
Mammon's voice was a whisper in the silence. "Brother…"
He didn't stop. "I don't care for the pitiful logic of a human who doesn't understand what fate means. The prophecy doesn't make assumptions—it reveals certainty. And your fate is to commit a sin so vile, the gates of Hell open for you before your hands are even stained."
I swallowed, hard. My knees trembled.
My mind raced with questions. Is this really happening? Am I truly just a mortal destined for damnation? Nothing more than a ticking time bomb?
"I—I think you've got the wrong person. This feels like a prank. Like some kind of bizarre dream. Am I on hidden camera?"
"Nope." Levi flopped on the bed, propping himself up with one arm. "We can prove it. If you want validation."
"Validation?" I echoed.
"Your darkest secret," Mammon offered with a gleam in his eyes. "Something you've never told anyone."
I narrowed my eyes at them. "Fine. Try me."
The brothers gathered, like members of a sick, elegant cult—except Satania, who remained unmoved, watching from the dark like a silent storm.
"You once broke a thousand-dollar ornament your father brought home. You hid the pieces in the back of the closet and blamed it on the cat."
My jaw unhinged.
"What—? How—?"
"Clearly, divine proof is beyond your comprehension," Mammon said with a shrug. "But that should be enough."
I shook my head. No. No, this isn't real.
"There's no way... no way I'm going to hell."
"Not for the vase," Mammon smirked. "But the prophecy's sin? That's another matter."
"…I still have dreams. A future. Plans—"
"We know," Satania said, cutting me off.
I looked up—and saw the truth in their eyes. Each one had a gaze that carried weight. Ancient weight. And they were all looking at me like I was already theirs.
"We're giving you time," Lucifierre said. "But it won't change the end."
"Enjoy your remaining days," Beelzebub added, with a strange softness. "We'll be with you. Making them... eventful."
"H-How doomed am I?" I asked, tearing up.
"On a scale of zero to ten?" Belphegor chimed in. "It's an eleven."
I blinked. "So you're just babysitters now? Demon bodyguards? And that you could take me to hell whenever you want to? Great."
Asmodeus slinked closer and threw an arm around my shoulder, his fingers brushing through my hair like he owned me. "Think of us more like... soul investors."
"Tell me this is a dream," I whispered.
Laughter. From all of them. Cold, knowing, cruel.
"You've got to be kidding me," I mumbled. "Am I the only sinner in the world? What about murderers? Corrupt officials? Serial killers?!"
I threw the covers over my head. "Goodnight! If I sleep and wake up, maybe this insanity will be gone!"
But beneath the covers, I shook. My breath was ragged. Tears stung the corners of my eyes.
"What did I do…?"
The demons said nothing.
They didn't need to.
Because they knew, but I don't.
And deep down—I was starting to believe it, too.