FAZER LOGINThe bell rang, sharp and sudden, snapping the class out of its dull rhythm.Aria stretched slightly in her seat, rolling her shoulders as she packed her books into her bag. Her mind wasnât on the lecture she had just sat throughâit hadnât been for a while now. Too many things had been happening lately. Too many things she couldnât explain.Lucas weird attitude.Selene's warning about a coming war.The things she had seen⊠the things she had felt.She exhaled softly, shaking her head as if that alone could clear the weight off her thoughts.âAria, are you coming?âShe looked up briefly, offering a small smile to her classmate before nodding. âYeah, I am.âBut as she stepped out of the classroomâŠShe paused.Mark was there.Leaning casually against the wall, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding a drink. He looked completely at ease, like he had been there for a while and didnât mind waiting at all.Her lips curved into an automatic smile.âHey.âHe pushed himself off the w
Before Lucifer ever fell⊠Before Hell learned how to mock, how to tempt, how to play with humanity⊠There were the Five. They were not created. They did not rise. They simply⊠were. Ancient. Unnamed by time. Unbound by order. Hell did not rule them. Hell formed around them. They were not demons in the way lesser creatures crawled and clawed for power. They were principlesâembodiments of impulses so deeply rooted in existence that even gods had learned not to provoke them. And among them⊠The First. Incubus. He did not walk into a room. He entered the mind first. Desire preceded him. Longing announced him. By the time his physical form appeared, it was already too late. His victims did not resist himâthey welcomed him. Incubus did not simply seduce. He studied. Every flicker of emotion, every suppressed craving, every hidden weaknessâhe tasted them all. He knew what a person wanted before they admitted it to themselves. And when he gave it to them⊠He gave it perfect
The descent into Hell was not marked by fire.It was marked by silence.Lucas did not step through a gate, nor did he summon a portal. Hell recognized himâfelt himâand parted.The air shifted first.What little movement existed in that cursed realm stilled, as though the world itself had drawn in a breath it dared not release. Then the ground beneath his feet darkened further, veins of molten crimson receding like blood retreating from a wound.He had not been here in a long time.Not because he feared it.Fear was a language Hell understoodâbut never dared speak to him.No⊠he had stayed away because this place remembered.Every scream. Every fall. Every moment of weakness.And worst of all⊠it remembered his father's humiliation of him.Lucas walked forward, his steps measured, unhurried, yet carrying a weight that pressed against the very bones of Hell. The corridor stretched before himâendless, suffocating, lined with walls that pulsed faintly, as though alive. Shadows clung to th
Aria stepped out of the school gates beside Mark, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the pavement. Their conversation had been light, easyâMark always had a way of making things feel uncomplicatedâbut her mind wasnât entirely in it. It hadnât been for weeks.Ever since Lucas had started keeping his distance.She had told herself it didnât matter. That she didnât care. That whatever they hadâwhatever he had made itâwas better left alone.And yetâŠHer steps slowed.There, parked just across the road, was a sleek black sedan. Polished. Imposing. Familiar.Her breath caught.No⊠it couldnâtâBut it was.Lucas leaned casually against the car, his posture relaxed in a way that didnât fool her for a second. Even from a distance, there was something sharp about him today. Something controlled. Dangerous.Her heart betrayed her with a sudden, violent thud.Why is he here?After weeks of silence⊠weeks of distance⊠now this?âAria?â Markâs voice pulled her slightly back, but s
Lucasâs mansion did not feel like a home. Not today. The structure stood tall, elegant as always, its towering windows catching what little daylight filtered through the overcast sky. But insideâ Inside, the air felt wrong. Heavy. Charged. Like something unseen had settled into the walls, pressing in, waiting. Lucas stood near one of the large windows, his back partially turned to the room. His gaze was fixed outside, though it was clear he wasnât really seeing anything. His thoughts were elsewhere. On her. Always on her. The image refused to leave his mindâAria, smiling softly, standing too close to someone else. Letting someone else lead her. Trusting someone else. His jaw tightened. âYouâre going to wear a hole into the glass at this rate.â Her voice came like silk over steel. Lucas didnât turn immediately. He didnât need to. âSelene,â he said flatly. She stood near the entrance of the room, leaning slightly against the doorway as though she owned the place. Her
Morning came, but it didnât feel like morning. There was no softness to it. No gentle easing into the day. Just a dull, dragging awareness that time had moved forward whether Aria was ready or not. Rain tapped lightly against her windowânot the violent storm from the day before, but something quieter. Lingering. Like the world hadnât quite shaken off whatever weight it had carried overnight. Aria lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Sheâd been awake for a while. Long enough to notice the way the light shifted behind the curtains. Long enough to realize she had no intention of getting up anytime soon. Her body felt heavy. Not tiredâjust⊠unwilling. Her mind, however, refused to be still. Selene. That image wouldnât leave her. The way she had stood in the apartment like she belonged there. The calm confidence. The unsettling ease with which she had spoken about things Aria barely understood. And then there was what she had said. About a coming war... and the decisio
As Lucas prepared himself to meet with the dreaded sea beast, he wondered if it was a wise decision to make. Levi had tried to talk him out of it several times, but Lucas couldn't bring himself to listen to him, and give up on his quest. But now, the thoughts lingered, and he was confused on what t
Having known that Behemoth was on Earth to take revenge on him, Lucas feared for Aria's safety. He became uneasy, and he used his connections to see that the cop he had shifted into was dismissed. Lucas knew that dismissing the cop wouldn't make any difference, but he wanted to keep him out of his
Years ago during the time that Lucas had gone on a killing spree, destroying and killing creatures that wouldn't bow in submission to him, Behemoth had been the hardest to break.Legend had it that Behemoth was once the king of hell, thousands of years ago, even before the devil came into power. He
The next morning, as early as 6 am, Lucas called Aria's phone, but after a few rings and she didn't pick up, he got scared and drove to her apartment. "Aria!!!" He yelled and banged on her door. As he was about to break into the house, the door opened and Aria stood there in a night dress lookin







