As we stepped through the red door, I was momentarily blinded by the sudden darkness.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light revealing a room bathed in an eerie, crimson glow.The walls were draped with red velvet, and the air was thick with an intoxicating mix of incense and something metallic I couldn’t place.People moved about the space fluidly, their identities concealed by dark, ornate masks. It felt like we had stumbled upon a clandestine gathering, a secret society hidden beneath the bustling business above. The sight was so outlandishly strange that I couldn't help but gawk, even though I remained silent as he had instructed.We navigated through the masked figures, their hushed whispers were creating an ominous hum in the background. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat was echoing the rhythm of my mounting anxiety.I couldn’t understand what was happening, but there was no denying the aura of danger that permeated the room.Finally, Aryan guided me into a smaller chamber. A man sat at the far end, his legs casually thrown over the edge of a table. The golden mask he wore glinted in the dim light, and a thin trail of smoke curled up from the cigar clamped between his fingers."Ah, Aryan," the man greeted, his voice a gravelly murmur. "I see you've brought a guest.""Indeed," Aryan replied, his arm tightened around my waist. "This is Reina."The man studied me for a long moment before gesturing towards the empty chairs opposite him. "Please, have a seat."“How many?”“Just one. But it’s incredible.”“Very well.” Aryan replied to the man in a low tone.“How are the souls?”“Silenced. We’ll gather them soon.”“Like in the book?” The man lifted his brow.“The ancient one.”The conversation that followed was like a riddle wrapped in a mystery. They spoke of soul gathering, of celestial alignments and ancient prophecies. I listened in silence, my mind struggled to keep up with the cryptic discussion.Suddenly, Aryan turned to me, his look softened. "Reina," he murmured, "I know you don't understand, but trust me. You're safe."Then, he turned back to the man with the golden mask. "I've found what I've been searching for," he declared. "My position no longer poses a threat on Earth."The room fell silent, the man in the golden mask glared at Aryan intently. The tension in the room was heavy, the air quite thick with unspoken words and hidden meanings. I could only sit there, my mind was buzzing with questions and my heart kept aching with uncertainty. But no questions could be asked.But amidst the chaos and confusion, one thing was clear: my life was about to change irrevocably, and there was no turning back.Just as Aryan finished speaking, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed across the room. A group of people stormed in, their dark masks glowed in the dimly lit space.Their appearance was startlingly uniform, giving the impression that they were members of a secret sect."Your position is a threat to us all, Aryan!" one of them declared, his voice echoed like a rapper’s song. "You have violated the sacred codes!"In an instant, the calm atmosphere shattered as the masked figures lunged at Aryan.“What’s going on?!” I gasped, instinctively clutching his arm, but he remained unfazed. With a speed and precision that was almost inhuman, he dodged their attacks, moving with a fluid grace that left them stumbling over their own feet.Suddenly, one of them managed to land a hit, but Aryan merely staggered back a step before regaining his balance.His eyes narrowed dangerously, a cold, steely determination was settling over his features. With a swift, fluid motion, he drew a small, ornate object from his pocket and held it aloft.The room fell eerily silent as a blinding light erupted from the object, filling the room with a warm, golden glow. The masked figures froze, their forms shimmered before dissolving into thin air.When the light subsided, we were alone in the room. The only evidence of the confrontation were a few displaced chairs and the lingering scent of ozone.I stood rooted to the spot, my mind raced to process what had just happened.My heart pounded in my chest like a wild drum, fear and confusion warring within me.I wanted to run, to escape this madness and return to the safety and normalcy of my known world.But as I took a step back, Aryan's hand closed around my wrist. His grip was firm, yet gentle, like a silent promise of protection. His eyes met mine, their usual icy demeanor replaced with a soft warmth that anchored me amidst the chaos."Reina," he said calmly. "I know this is a lot to take in, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"I swallowed hard, nodding slightly as I fought to keep my fear at bay. Something told me that running away wouldn't help now. Whether I liked it or not, I was drawn into a world far beyond my comprehension. I just had to hope that Aryan's promise of safety was more than just hollow words… But then the unbelievable happened, “who exactly are you, Mr. CEO?” The words that came out of my mouth were natural.I know that I wasn’t supposed to ask, and it might get me in trouble, but I felt like I couldn’t lose anything here and right now.I was willing to die, but I needed answers.“I'm the reincarnated devil.”“Aren’t you looking good?” Devi’s voice was filled with excitement when she saw Aryan. Aryan, letting out a long sigh, responded with a question, “Devi, why are you here?” Devi chuckled as she was getting closer to Aryan. “Don’t you miss us? Aren’t you lonely in the human world?” “Devi, go back.” She pushed her red long curls down from her shoulders, and stared at him with her red eyes, “Why should I? I’m here now. Why should I go back?” “Can you just not get on my nerves tonight?” Devi rolled her eyes and put her hand on his right shoulder, placing her chin on it, she looked at sleeping Reina. “Is this your dinner? You know how much I love human blood, can I join you?” “She’s not my dinner, and you can’t join me. Unless…you would like me to tear you apart?” Aryan smiled sinisterly. Devi’s laughter echoed softly through the room, her red eyes felt like they were dancing. "Oh, Aryan, always the charming one, aren't you? Such a shame you can't appreciate the finer things in l
Aryan’s POV: “Please, wake up!” Shit!” Aryan clenched his jaw while trying to make Reina wake up from her sudden sleep. He needed the human blood to breathe properly, and he thought that hers would be just like any other normal blood, but he was wrong. The blood he drank from Reina was sensational, not only was it pure and delicious, but he couldn’t stop drinking it. ‘What have I done?’ He bit his lip when lifting Reina in his arms. He looked at her small nose that looked like a child’s, then turned to look at her eyelashes that seemed to be longer than a river. Her perfectly shaped heart lips were now dry and out of colour. “Please, please! Reina!” He tapped on her cheek, trying to wake her up but it didn’t work. Aryan's heart rushed as he held Reina's sleeping form, realizing the grave mistake he had made. “Fuck!” The allure of her blood had been too strong, and now he faced the consequences of his actions. “Reina! Reina!” Desperation filled him as he continued to call
“Why do we have to go there, and who was the person that died?” I asked him.He wasn’t someone to burst out with answers immediately, as a weird devil, he liked to keep himself closed.“Someone you don’t know, but I need you to recognise this person for me…”“Aryan, am I your servant?”“No, but we have a contract together, so you must obey me.”I breathed in and breathed out, slowly turning to him, “like…was it written on the contract that I will be your slave?”“No, but it was written that you must obey me.”As we looked at each other, I saw how his eyes twisted weirdly. His brown eyes had a crimson shine in it, and his forehead was slowly turning red.“Are you okay?” I asked.“I am, now get ready…”He didn’t look okay and was like a minute away from falling apart. “Aryan…you’re falling!” My eyes widened as he started to fall slowly and dramatically.He looked like a princess that wanted to be saved. I quickly adjusted my grip as Aryan fell into my arms, his normally composed pose
As Jake hung up the phone, a sense of guilt sank inside of him. He knew that he was playing a dangerous game, one that could hurt Reina in the end. But he also had his reasons, reasons that were tied to a web of pain and secrets that he couldn't easily share.He leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. His feelings for Reina were genuine, but they were also complicated by his hidden agenda. He had to protect her, even if it meant manipulating the situation. It was a fine line he was walking, and he hoped that in the end, it would all make sense.As he thought about the bouquet of flowers he had sent to Reina, he couldn't help but wonder how she would react. Would she be angry? Confused? Intrigued? It was all part of his plan to stir up emotions and create chaos, but he couldn't predict how she would respond.Jake knew that he had a long road ahead of him, filled with deception and uncertainty. But he was determined to see it through, to protect Reina at all costs, even if it meant be
“Did you not hear what I just said? I want to go home!” My voice cracked a little, but who cared right now.“Is it because of him? It’s because of him, you don’t want me to take you anywhere special?”Jake clearly had lost his mind right now, “not because of him…” I breathed out.“What’s so special about him? Wasn’t he your rude boss and the one you hated the most? And what with this devilish thing anyway?!”He was right…What was about him anyway, why was I so angry and what made me feel this dizzy when I saw him coming?Was it his charm? The long black eyelashes and those black eyes that drag you like the universe inside. His short hair that is always looked well after, his tense hands that are always warm whenever he touches you. The sarcastic, yet gentle smile that makes you forget about the reasons why you were even mad at him, and the danger he puts you in…Oh…That adrenaline that makes you inhale every possible piece of air, gag on it and then swallow it like a good girl, ‘wha
The standoff continued, the atmosphere in the bar grew increasingly heavy. Aryan and Jake locked eyes, both of them were unwilling to back down. I felt a small drop on my cheek, ‘oh?’ I touched it to wipe it down, ‘is this sweat?’ I was boiling so much, I didn’t even notice my own sweaty forehead. Being torned between the almighty Aryan and my loyal friend seemed like a mission impossible right now.But just when it seemed like the situation was about to reach a breaking point, a loud, annoying voice cut through the tension. "What's going on here? A lover's spat?"We all turned to see a third person, an obnoxious guy with disheveled hair and a wide grin on his face was staring at us. He stumbled closer, clearly drunk, and poked Aryan's chest. "Hey, big guy, I think she's had enough of you."Aryan's grip on my wrist loosened slightly as he turned his attention to the intruder. "Get lost, you fool," he muttered, clearly annoyed by the interruption.But the annoying guy didn't seem t