Chapter 60

Aria stepped out of the school gates beside Mark, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the pavement. Their conversation had been light, easy—Mark always had a way of making things feel uncomplicated—but her mind wasn’t entirely in it. It hadn’t been for weeks.Ever since Lucas had started keeping his distance.She had told herself it didn’t matter. That she didn’t care. That whatever they had—whatever he had made it—was better left alone.And yet…Her steps slowed.There, parked just across the road, was a sleek black sedan. Polished. Imposing. Familiar.Her breath caught.No… it couldn’t—But it was.Lucas leaned casually against the car, his posture relaxed in a way that didn’t 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?“Aria?” Mark’s voice pulled her slightly back, but s

Chapter 61

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 him—felt him—and 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 understood—but 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 him—endless, suffocating, lined with walls that pulsed faintly, as though alive. Shadows clung to th

Chapter 62

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 principles—embodiments 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 him—they welcomed him. Incubus did not simply seduce. He studied. Every flicker of emotion, every suppressed craving, every hidden weakness—he 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

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