Agony

The realization that even her own aunt, who had raised her as her own daughter, was unable to accept her completely with a terrible disadvantage, hit something alive inside insanely hard. To such an extent that it was no longer possible to look calmly at the hateful signs twining like a purple vine around her right arm, crossing her entire chest and touching her left collarbone with some special tenacity. The devilish gaze that stared at her from the other side of the mirror, shining with frosted lights, made her squint and feel her sharp inferiority. Sometimes it seemed that even in her eyes, like some kind of pitiful demonic spawn, terrible yellowish lightning flashed. Or maybe it was her imagination that made her see more and more flaws in herself. Shortness of breath, a glance at the patterns that had spread all the way to the jugular cavity. A convulsive desire to suck in all the air of the dressing room with all its astringency captured her, again and again forcing her to run her gaze over the exposed neck. And the brilliance of the stage costume did not save at all. He didn't support her, didn't comfort her, saying that she was doing everything right, hiding her main flaw. Her mind was successfully engaged in this, not allowing her to despair completely. I really wanted to pour out my soul to the girls who... Would you really understand and support? Perhaps she did not know the right answer, but for now, as long as the Golden Hongmoon is not sealed, and the demons have almost a free opportunity to enter the human world for sweet souls, Rumi will fight with all her might and will not let this little thing sow discord in their group of hunters. She will not allow her mother's mistake to grow to global proportions, up to a giant canyon in the devil's world. Covering her trembling lips with her palm, Rumi tries to look into her reflection's eyes with the greatest determination. In the end, she nods to her thoughts and zips up her tight tank top in one sharp movement to the ringing sound of a zipper. The last breath of the already stuffy air, the last exhale, and the quiet words of hope that she would succeed, and the Golden Hongmoon would be sealed forever. The trio of hunters was as close as ever to ending the war with wild demons, after all, Rumi had no right to put everything her late mother had fought for on the line. And she also didn't have to risk the lives of the people of an entire city, if not the world, which was even more depressing. However, brushing aside her bitter thoughts, Rumi smiled slightly and, to the ringing laughter of her friends from the next room, jumped out after them onto the stage for the final run of the performance. Today, the premiere of a live concert of their hit "Golden" will literally blow up this city, make the trembling fans feel something they have never felt before. Sincere happiness and the belief that you can accept yourself as you are and always have been. And that it's never too late to love yourself with all your heart, turning into real gold. While singing this truly wonderful song with full dedication, Rumi tried not to think about the fact that she herself was doing exactly the opposite, and was trying to close her eyes to her most important flaw, like a rose thorn wrapped around her body. This is necessary first of all for the innocent residents, who in no case should pay with their souls for her indecision. Rumi understood this and rapidly concentrated solely on the song, which, like the golden radiance of Hongmun, poured from the depths of her ligaments. However, all her fervor and attitude were destroyed by one thing not everything in this world depends on the degree of her commitment to success and her own strength. Although, it was her strength that failed at the most crucial moment. Once again, trying with an effort to squeeze out that same angelic voice at the climax of the hit, Rumi breathes out of her lungs in confusion and coughs hollowly. There is a misunderstanding in the lost eyes and a decision to try again. And again, drink water and again, again, try further, until it becomes very clear that it's not at all about the dryness of the throat and ligaments. It's about something more that torments the young performer throughout, it wouldn't even be pretentious to say, her whole life. The patterns appeared in early childhood as a small zipper on the right shoulder, a completely invisible vine, but now. Right now, the devil's brand was spreading precisely because of her feelings of being lost, Rumi was sure of it, but there was nothing she could do. Attempts to return to rest were unsuccessful, and the broken voice refused to shine with its former brilliance for a completely different and banal reason. Fatigue. Rumi was so damn tired of all the responsibilities that had fallen on her shoulders as a child, a long time ago. To be the best huntress like her mom, not to let down the previous generations of hunters and defeat the demons. All this has been spinning in my head for years with serious anxiety. The girl could even assume that the problem of spreading patterns lies in her fear. The girl could even assume that the problem of spreading patterns lies in her fear. Perhaps, after all, they increased precisely during strong emotions, taking you headlong into the whirlpool of feelings. Even now, sitting on his knees on the dense grating of some kind of tower, Rumi looks into the distance with confusion, where small scarlet specks show cracks. Because of her, because of the devilish nature that sits deep in my soul. Why now, when her goal for the truth of her whole life is so close? It wasn't long before the sealing of the Golden Hongmoon, the three of them had even seen the golden glow of the sturdy dome above the fans. The demonic entity had been waiting for a long time, and now, with almost one step left to take, it showed its hideous face. His hands trembled to his knees, clenching into fists tightly. The misunderstanding and anger of all the injustice overwhelmed him. "Why should I be responsible for your mistake, Mom?" Why is it that right now, when we're so close, I can't sing the damn song," my eyes rolled wearily, and anger slowly spread through my veins along with the scarlet blood. All the nerve cells were strained to the limit. Pursing her lips into a thin line, Rumi frowned. There was a small crease between her lilac eyebrows. Taking a deep breath into her lungs, the girl emotionally screamed a question word on the tip of her tongue. Mistake. And again, again, her mistake. A scarlet glow with incredible force scattered from her in all directions, passing through Hongmun with a dangerous shake. Damn, you can't do that. Covering her bitten lips with a palm moist with sweat again, Rumi looked around the barrier with a trembling gaze. "Monster," the thought flashed through the woman's head with frightening stubbornness, which caused Rumi to close her eyes again and land on her knees with all her weight again, not even trying to hold herself back. The metal mesh did not bend at all, but a slight tremor passed through it, which, compared to the recent one that scattered across Hongmun, were flowers. Not accepted, not understood, not supported. The only verbs that came to mind were depressing, no less than what had happened. A cool breeze gently penetrated her lilac hair, playing with the strands pulled into a thick braid of incredible length. Why the hell couldn't even her family accept her for who she is? She was sure that Celine also considered her to be her sister's mistake. It's not for nothing that my aunt spent her childhood trying not to pay attention to the hateful signs. And she definitely despised her father for being able to play on the feelings of her beloved sister. Little Rumi had never heard a word about her father, only that he was a demon, but she held the same opinion that her mother was just mistaken. She wasn't stupid, Rumi was sure of that too. It was just a youth where everyone makes mistakes. However, this is the biggest one that her parent could only commit. She is not the fruit of their unrestrained and trembling love — she is the fruit of their mistake. Rumi did not believe that one could irrevocably fall in love with a demon, a devil's spawn, did not believe that one could have ardent, tender feelings for them and trust them right down to the most intimate relationship. She did not believe, selfishly did not seek to understand the feeling of her beloved mother, fixated on her lack — Rumi understood all this with shame spreading through her mind. She didn't try to accept her parents' infatuation until exactly one moment. See you later. At first, Jinu seemed like a notorious boor and an impudent man who did not try to completely bypass her or help her, at least out of politeness, to get up from the hard asphalt, which was generally unpleasant to fall on. His eyes shone only with his own pride and confidence, excessive arrogance. Rumi could only open her lips in indignation, watching as he pointedly dusted off his shoulder and looked at her with all possible indifference. His outburst about having to be careful plunged her into complete confusion, so much so that Rumi could only indignantly repeat the same thing after him. That you need to be careful, especially by making someone else's heart beat faster. Until some point, the girl considered it solely sympathy and recognition of his cuteness, but when she and the girls watched the performance of the new group with rage, Rumi realized that the heart inside was beating so noticeably for a reason. And, unfortunately, at some point her innocent infatuation fell back on her heels. Along with a traitorous heart, obviously. The company with the catchy song turned out to be more than just a musical group, they were a demonic boy band that definitely had a purpose. The girls could fairly assume that this goal was them, their destruction, so that the demons would no longer have an obstacle to enter the human world, and their fans. Jinu seemed to be no more than the smug leader of their gang, who skillfully chose words and emotions on stage, and also who only wanted to achieve the goal set Gwi-Ma. However, after the battle in the men's bath, Rumi's opinion changed, sowing disturbing doubts in her head. There was no hatred or contempt in the way he looked at her exposed patterns. Because he himself had the same ones, just as corroding the bright interior. There was no disappointment mixed with fear in his eyes. Only surprise, which temporarily filled the confused mind, clouded the eyes of others. For a moment, the thirst for battle and her blood disappeared from his face, and a strange curiosity appeared. However, which Rumi no longer saw, staring with despair at her friends, unfolding as if in slow motion. She couldn't do anything, there was nothing to close the hole on her sleeve, but simply to rush into battle and help the girls was prevented by banal fear. And then Jinu, seeing her obvious fear and panic, suddenly grabbed her with both hands. Obviously realizing that she would not resist now. If he hadn't bandaged her hand with some kind of cloth so quickly, while disappearing into a scarlet haze, Rumi didn't know what she would have done.   The flame in her chest was growing at an instantaneous rate, and Rumi couldn't help but admit it, at least to herself. Fleeting glances, the intersection of his own honey —colored eyes with his smoldering pools - everything made the already trembling girlish heart almost jump out of his chest. She could accept his disinterest at least because he was a demon, her enemy. She could, but she didn't know what to do or how to part with the inspiring feeling, which was also depressing. His eyes were indifferent, and there was only dislike and indifference in his dark eyes when he looked at her. For him, they, she, were just a pawn that he desperately wanted to move for the sake of his cynical goal. That's what Rumi thought, sometimes not noticing the fleeting cobwebs of interest. Demon, demon, demon. The same word had been flashing through my mind for days, forcing me to try to rethink my feelings, a fervent rose blooming in my chest. I tried, but the attempts did not bring visible success. Emotions at meetings flared up only with renewed vigor under the uncomprehending glances of friends. It was impossible not to stare at his perfect face. And Rumi realized too late what she was thinking when she realized how unforgivably long Jinu's legs were. By that time, her usually pale face had already turned a confused blush, and Rumi had completely covered her head with a pillow. A distraction is worth a distraction.   For about half an hour of singing and thinking over their new song "Mayhem", which was simply bound to bring them to the very top of the chart, Rumi was hovering in peace. The song and the words evoked strong emotions, but at least they didn't gnaw at her like thoughts of a troublemaker. Most likely, it was precisely because of the long-awaited peace that the girl did not immediately hear a resounding knock on the sparkling glass of her balcony. When she finally noticed, Rumi looked through the transparent surface with interest and encountered a curious raven with an uncomprehending look. With a funny hat, by the way. Raising an eyebrow in surprise, the girl broke into a half-smile and walked slowly towards the door. It was cool outside, after all, it was the middle of the night. Of course, she couldn't find anything better to do what she loved later than midnight. No wonder, Rumi snorted. The bird looked very ordinary, but as soon as it approached the feathered creature at arm's length, the creature cawed briskly and bulged two more pairs of interested eyes at it. The same bright yellow, by the way, as the creatures of darkness, magical creatures had a completely different appearance. Thinking about the sent demonic bird made you think and move cautiously, waiting for a trap. To Rumi's surprise, nothing more supernatural than a strange creature with three pairs of eyes happened as soon as the girl slipped out of her room. The delicate skin of her face immediately felt the persistent coolness of the night, but there was no wind — everything seemed to freeze in anticipation, forcing her to squint in curiosity for a second. "Wow, that's right... Unusual?" Approaching the creature, which she nevertheless found cute and unusual, Rumi curved her lips in a slight smile. After all, even if it had something to do with demons, it probably wasn't, given the lack of markings. Chuckling to the how she was thinking now, and the girl glanced cursorily at the feathered one and focused her attention on each of the shining eyes. The really funny hat made me smile a little. Rumi loved to communicate with animals and even now she did not deny herself this. "Wow, is that a little hat?" Where did you get it from? However, as soon as the girl brought her index finger close to the pointed hat of the bird, the magical creature flapped its wings in an instant and sat down a little further away, opposite the extreme corner of the balcony going over the wall of the house. As soon as Rumi, with interest in her eyes, stepped deep into the darkness and looked into absolute darkness. A bright-colored blue tiger of unusual proportions appeared from there. The head was too large, the body tapering to the tail, and the huge shining eyes were the same vibrant yellow color. The first reaction was a desire to recoil, because the girl had never met such unusual wild animals before. Damn it, she hadn't even met any wild animals! The first message sent by the demon was really the starting point in her feelings. She hadn't expected or even thought that he would demand a meeting. Rumi believed that it was unacceptable to cross paths with the enemy purely for conversation. The same word could be used to describe the beginnings of feelings that were preparing to open like a fervent bud.   "Of course, I wasn't expecting hugs, but I wasn't expecting such a cold welcome," the brunette drawled with a sly grin, appearing as if out of thin air behind the irrevocably ruined mannequin without a head, as soon as the katana dangerously pierced the air and plastic. Now, in the silence of the night, his voice seemed even more alluring and deep. The guy ran his index finger pointedly over the piece of plastic, clicked slightly, and seemed to speak abstractly. "Yeah, you can handle guns." "What kind of jokes are these?" Rumi hissed with an angry twinkle in her honey-colored eyes, trying to show her dislike for the demonic people as openly as possible. It was better for Jinu not to know about his sympathy for him, the girl rightly believed. In the blink of an eye, the huntress pushed off the tiles and found herself dangerously close to the brunette's face. The katana, pointed at the enemy with its sharp end, was in the vicinity of his neck, causing the young man to instantly stagger back. The alien eyes on the other side opened in surprise, Jinu, with true feline agility, moved backwards along the roof with his back. Striding briskly step by step, the young man flashed a grin and, looking straight into her eyes with a piercing gaze, seemed to fly off the roof. Immediately, the guy was behind her, waving his pitch-black curls in the air. Playful brown eyes poked into hers as soon as the girl turned around. Rumi guessed right away that he was just having fun. Even during the battle in the bathhouse, she realized that the demon has incredible power. Actually, it was not surprising, but it was a bit of a blow to self-esteem. The girl had been honing her skills for a long time, but she couldn't imagine how long he had been. "I thought the mannequin would defuse the situation," Jinu chuckled thoughtfully and without a drop of care, looking into her honey-colored eyes, in which the storm was gradually subsiding, with pleasure. That's exactly what he needs, her calmness, otherwise he won't be able to talk. "I would not like to be in his place. Do you even know that swords are not toys for children?" "What do you want?" Carefully ignoring the last remark, Rumi hissed, looking at him defiantly and trying with maximum effort not to pay attention to his appearance and his damn melodious voice. It was distracting. "To talk," the guy chuckled confidently, as if he was ready for such a question, which, frankly, was obvious. Rumi barely had time to open her lips to say something sarcastic again, when Jinu beat her to it, glancing at the huntress with a half-smile. There were devils dancing in his black eyes, for sure. "do you think we have nothing to talk about?" "Exactly, we have nothing to talk about," Rumi whispered, lowering her katana, and her voice definitely reached the other person, because the silence was almost deathly. Only local birds occasionally made the usual sounds of nature. Just as Rumi was about to move away and return to the warm room, regret her decision and her entire appearance here, she heard a sly conversation behind her back. "Really? What about your marks?" There seemed to be some kind of danger from him, obviously not physical, because Jinu had no intention of hurting her. For a long time now, Rumi had noticed a strange curiosity that obviously lay in her unclean blood. A spark of pleasure flashed in her dark eyes as soon as the girl immediately stopped, and her slender shoulders lifted slightly. She was nervous, obviously, especially for a demon who could read people and their habits. "or have you already told your girlfriends about them?" Suddenly, Rumi felt as if she had been doused with ice water over her head, and she tensely gripped the weapon, which had become slightly shorter due to her confusion. The demon saw it, she understood it, and she carefully pulled herself together. Anger was rising in the depths of his soul. At herself or at Jinu, the girl did not yet understand, and did not want to understand. He realized that he was moving in the right direction, that soon the emotions she had locked away would break through. "Or even someone as pure as you has secrets from your loved ones?" Jinu froze when he noticed how the girl's shoulders twitched. His keen ears picked up the faint sound of a drop falling from a height. There was absolutely no rain, the starry sky towered over the heads of the young people, so the young man dared to guess what it was. He did not think that her, as it seemed, mentally strong hunter would be so easy to bring to tears. It looked like he had touched something really alive. Then he even added in a softer tone. "Oh, I guess I guessed right. I'm sorry." "What's it to you?" the girl said sharply in a firm voice, trying her best not to shed more tears. Not in front of him, for sure. I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. Taking a deep breath, Rumi angrily hissed what she had been taught all her life. "I know perfectly well that demons like you are incapable of feeling! All this is pathetic mischief." "Feelings?" Suddenly, something seemed to go off in the man's head. There wasn't a day when Jinu didn't remember his family, who had suffered, and who they had suffered for. A terrible feeling of shame and pity suffocated the young man around the clock, and only the music allowed him to forget for a while. A little bit. Did his feelings burn with fire, made him think about them all the time, and is she saying that there are no emotions in him? "We only live by these feelings. Perhaps we even know better than people what it is." Now there was pain and coldness in his voice, and the playfulness had disappeared. Rumi had obviously struck a chord with him, just as he had with her a moment ago. "What?" turning sideways, the girl looked incredulously at the young man with his hands completely covered with patterns. She had no doubt that the whole body of demons was painted with the devil. Rumi could even see in reality how the other marks, invisible under her clothes, shone through with a bright purple. "your marks..." "Every day, feelings literally drown. It's hard to understand how they can torment you around the clock," the young man hissed, offended, seemingly forgetting about his initial desire to simply find out from her the reason for her patterns. I've been silent for too long, mired in the sticky abyss of the world of Guim, where no one can really listen. It wasn't necessary. As it turned out, it only seemed so. "I wanted to help my family and.. I made a deal with Gwi-Ma." Now, it seemed, Rumi was listening more than attentively and peering into the alien patterns dissecting the strong hands with a greedy gaze. To some extent, they even seemed cute to her and not so ugly. Jinu continued, slowly approaching her step by step. She didn't leave anymore. "We lived in poverty and hunger. I tried my best, but the only precious thing for me was the instrument," Jinu bit his lip from the inside and fell silent. For a second, his head was touched by doubts about whether he should trust her with such a secret. However, seeing the look of surprise and dejection in front of the girl, who turned her face around, the young man continued. She was terribly interested, because previously her worldview and understanding of demons were limited only by the frenzied image of a beast that wanted to devour all souls. But now, after many years of raising Celine, Rumi learns something else. Regret? Shame? Does he feel exactly these emotions when he thinks about his mistake? It can't be. The whole old picture in her head was collapsing. "I played at the market every day, however... It wasn't enough for a normal life at all. And after he offered a seemingly interesting suggestion, we healed just amazing. We weren't hungry anymore, we lived in warmth, and our clothes weren't dirty, everything was so wonderful," interrupting his monologue, Jinu looked down from the starry sky at Rumi, who was looking at him with confusion, and stretched out his hand to her chest. Having almost reached the jugular cavity under her attentive gaze, the young man felt her hold her breath and shudder under the tip of his finger. She didn't even recoil, as if from a fire. His angular lilac patterns shone brighter than before, as soon as he touched the thin turtleneck sweater under her hoodie near the hollow, when suddenly his marks seemed to pick her up, forcing the girlish signs to also light up. Rumi exhaled in surprise — now the hateful patterns didn't seem so ugly, shining like a purple moon. "I... What happened next?" Rumi muttered impatiently, trying not to think about how close Jinu was to her and how her heart was threatening to jump out of her chest with trepidation. And yet, you can't stop falling in love. "Gwi-Ma offered even more. Wealth, money, fame. I agreed, thinking that I had already bought him off with my soul, but it wasn't enough for him," After looking into her attentive eyes and looked up at the stars again. He loved watching them then and now, and it is unlikely that he will ever give up this habit. His mask fell off his face treacherously and completely, revealing to her a view of almost the real him. "in return, he arranged for my family to be thrown out of the Emperor's palace. Since then, because of me, they have lived even worse than before all this." "Damn it, it's terrible," Rumi said, impressed, with a real storm howling in her head. Her familiar world, where all the demons are notorious scum, was completely destroyed. Now she seemed to be sitting in confusion among the fragments that could not be put together into a single picture. "he's an even bigger monster than I thought..." "It was from that time that the signs began to appear and gradually covered the entire skin," the young man chuckled softly, slightly enjoying the fact that he finally spoke to someone. At least now he didn't seem like a total freak to any of them. "What about yours? I don't think you have an agreement with him." A slight smile returned to his voice, but the strange cunning no longer shone in his eyes. Her brown eyes were covered with a strange warmth that seemed to warm her loving soul through the thin fingers still touching her. Inhaling fresh air, Rumi realized that she was unlikely to be able to calmly share her secret while the young man was still touching her. Because of this, the girl recoiled quite a bit, without even taking a step, and looked at the slightly embarrassed look of the young man. Apparently, he touched her in a fit of emotion, no matter how unusual it was to say such a thing about a demon. "You know, these marks have always been with me. Since birth," the girl chuckled softly, immediately setting the stage for his thoughts and guesses. "for as long as I can remember, I've always been groomed for the future of a huntress who would defeat all demons, and especially Gwi-Ma. And, of course, I had a lot of questions about why, then, I have them — signs." "I think I can already guess," the young man said with interest at the moment when Rumi fell silent, choosing her words. She lifted the corners of her lips slightly. "He guesses. My aunt didn't tell me the truth for a very long time, I don't know why. Now I feel like she doesn't accept me completely for who I am. Maybe it has something to do with it," suddenly coughing, Rumi decided that she was going to the wrong steppe. Under the attentive gaze that came from above her eye level, she continued. "these marks have always been with me, because my father is a demon." There was complete silence on the roof for a couple of seconds, and Rumi slowly looked up because of the other man's silence. A slight smirk blossomed on his face. "That's what I thought, the mother is a famous hunter. If she were a half-breed, it would be incomprehensible," the obvious joke was followed by a skeptical look from Rumi and a swift kick in the ribs, not hard. In the end, the girl did not promise that she would not beat him.   Several meetings made Rumi lose his head completely. When she pointed her magic katana at him at the first meeting, her feelings and treacherous emotions had not yet gotten the better of her. However, now, having still not had enough of non-hostile gatherings and walks with a wonderful companion, the girl realized that something had to be done. Rumi sincerely and with a taunt in her chest believed that she could not afford to act like her mother — to be led by her feelings. When they are so close to victory, never. The safety of people and their souls will still be in the first place for the huntress, despite the pain caused by the decision she decided to make.   Having arranged a meeting for Jinu on the embankment of a narrow river on the outskirts of the city, in some small village, Rumi tried to tune in. The voice returned a long time ago, as soon as the girl started spending time with the young man and sharing what she had accumulated with him. It was as if a stone the size of a skyscraper had been lifted from her soul, thanks to which the singer's peace of mind was restored. However, now, even after putting on her best look and makeup, Rumi felt like she was making a mistake. An irrevocable mistake. She wants to tell Jinu that they can't be together and that this is their last meeting. Tomorrow is the premiere of the new hit "Mayhem", over which the girls sat so meticulously that, most likely, even rehearsals were not required. They are too close to victory, and Rumi will be incredibly bitter to push Gwi-ma away on the day when everything should happen. Moreover, they will be performing on the same stage and will probably cross paths backstage. If you hurt yourself and him, it won't be at a time when everyone has too much at stake. It was incredibly difficult for her to give up on him after so many meetings and conversations, night walks and gatherings on the roofs. But it was necessary for the sake of peace for people, and Jinu probably understood this, completely unwilling to follow Gwi-Ma's orders. Literally flying off her balcony, the girl headed to the embankment, where they spent countless hours talking about nothing and incredibly important things. The air blowing through her braid and rushing into her face was not soothing at all. Rumi was incredibly hurt by what she was about to say. And judging by the mood of both feathered and tiger, who got into the habit of being in her room, Jinu intuitively felt that their mistake had already come to an end. His silhouette appeared long before Rumi got within arm's reach. A tall image, standing in profile to her with a tense expression on his face in his thoughts. He was standing almost at the very edge of the shore, leaning his elbows on the chain-link fence. Once very close to him, Rumi looked at the thoughtful face of her lover, that's what she could call him, and lifted the corners of her lips in a half-smile. His attitude was obvious, he was as worried as she was. "Could we go against the Gwi-Ma together?" Why don't you believe it? Taking a deep breath of the evening air, Rumi asked, leaning back against a hanging chain that was well secured. "Because he won't let me. I know perfectly well what will happen in this case. He has power over all of us, including my life." "You mean that... He's going to kill you." having finished her question as a statement, Rumi muttered and looked with bitterness in her eyes at Gwi-ma, who tried not to cast tenacious glances at her. He knew that if he looked at her for a long time, he would not be able to give up on Rumi. "but if we had succeeded, you would have stayed here with me!" These words seemed to scald the painful insides of the demon, who hastily stretched out to his full height and grabbed her by the soft shoulders. The insular demonic claws immediately slightly dug into the soft fabric of the clothes. In response to the guy's actions, Rumi looked into his eyes, which turned golden for a moment, with complete surprise that he was so turned on. However, the fact that he touched her again and got so close to her face caused long-suffering butterflies in her stomach. I wanted to crush them down so that I wouldn't feel both the sweet and the bitter feeling of falling in love at the same time. "I've lived for four hundred years just because he's the one who keeps me alive! Otherwise, I would have rotted in the ground long ago, where I belong. Even if I had agreed and we had won, it would not have saved my death! I have been a dead man for a long time, who is alive only because of the power of the devil and his existence," noticeably loosening his grip on the soft hands of the girl, who was still looking at him attentively, despite the fact that the demon literally pressed her to strong chains with his whole body. There was a bitter sadness in his eyes at the fact. "After destroying him, I would have disappeared just as if he had managed to kill me personally." There was no hatred in her eyes even now when Jinu grabbed her shoulders so roughly. When he pointed out her mistake in a harsh way. And now, looking at his face, to which the shining patterns of the purple vine were tenaciously approaching, and the male body did not pull away, Rumi did not feel fear or anger at his entire existence. In an instant, she breathed in a breath of life-giving air, which seemed to have become treacherously small between them, now running a sharp honey-colored gaze over his expression with a lingering despair that rapidly reached her mind. The girl's lips trembled in loss, and her eyes darted all over the youthful face, trying to remember it forever. Mistaking her confused gaze and the slight tremor of her lips for panic and fear, the young man instantly came to his senses and hurried to pull away from the slender figure, immediately realizing their position. Rumi probably did not expect such an outcome, expressing her assumptions. Barely having time to start voicing his hasty apologies, Jinu finally tried to let go of her shoulders, looking into the blurry gaze opposite. There were a lot of thoughts in her head that now she was unlikely to even speak to him and immediately disappear into the darkness of the approaching night. However, the girl's tenacious nails did not allow her to pull away completely and definitively, instantly attracting the pale face of the young man, slightly covered with previously hateful patterns, to herself. Jinu's now confused and surprised expression was almost directly in front of Rumi's sad brown eyes. Pausing for a second, as if weighing her decision, the girl took one last look into his pupils and swallowed, realizing what she was going to do. Just a moment later, she bit into his lips with a bitter kiss, which was their first. With pleasant pleasure, feeling the lips of others under her lips, which had become closer to the whole world in a matter of a month, Rumi pulled away from the strong chain and approached him with her whole body. Jinu, who had not expected such an outcome, froze in surprise for a second, and then responded to the kiss with insane trepidation, gently crushing the girl's lips in response. Her gentle hands immediately, without losing themselves in the confusion of the first kiss, went up his waist, touched his open neck with a slight tremor with bright stripes that did not cause the same hatred and disgust as for all demonic creatures. It was unusual to be so close to him, feeling warm male lips, slightly dry, on her, which made Rumi shudder periodically, touching him more and more. Jinu, also wasting time, gently circled the woman's neck with the pads of his fingers and stroked the back of her head, feeling the softness of lilac hair gathered in a familiar braid. Immediately moving his palms to his waist, the young man felt Rumi tremble slightly under his fingers, but without feeling the resistance that followed, Jinu confidently crumpled her slender waist, occasionally sneaking under the edges of the hoodie and stroking the sides covered with a thin turtleneck. Reaching for her short hair, the girl began to gently stroke the tarry strands, smiling into the kiss from the fact that they really turned out to be as silky as she thought. The gentle touches of men's wide palms felt pleasant, Rumi wasn't even going to resist someone else's caress. Gently crushing and kissing her youthful lips, the girl painfully realized that perhaps this was their last kiss. The thought of this made her try to put as many feelings and emotions into him as possible, tremblingly trying to show how attached she was to the demon, and take as much love from him in return. It was incredibly scary and creepy to think about tomorrow, and she tried not to think about how Rumi would be able to break away from him. They were here and now, merging with tenderness into a kiss full of tenderness and affection and staying here forever in their minds. To think that they were unlikely to meet in such a gentle and calm environment again was much more painful than even thinking about tomorrow. Rumi tried not to think, realizing that tomorrow she would burn in agony. Jinu, on the other hand, pushed the terrible thoughts that disturbed his mind to the farthest edge of consciousness in order to enjoy and share his sincere love here and now, perhaps having never felt like this before.