Chapter 1: Night 1 – The Summoning The basement smelled of old incense, dried blood, and desperation. Ren Park knelt on the cold concrete in nothing but his old black cassock, the one he’d stolen from the church the night he walked away from God. His hands shook as he finished drawing the summoning circle with his own blood — a thin cut across his palm still dripping. His little brother’s shallow breathing echoed from the room upstairs. The doctors had given up. Cancer didn’t care about prayers. “Lee Seong,” Ren intoned, voice hoarse from disuse. “Incubus of the Ninth Circle. I summon you by blood and flesh. Come and take what is owed.” The candles flared violet. The air thickened, hot and sweet like sin itself. A low, velvet laugh rolled through the room before the figure materialized inside the circle. Fuck. Lee Seong was obscene beauty made flesh. Tall, lean-muscled, skin like polished marble with faint crimson tattoos that shifted like living shadows. Long black hair cascade
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