"Whatever, why am I even wasting my time with a slut like you..." Delina finally said, her voice smooth but sharp, slicing through the thick heat of the hellish air. Without even glancing at the expression of the other woman in front of her, she turned her head slowly, seductively back toward Razeal.

Her smirk returned, confident, inviting, dangerous. The flickering crimson light of the sky reflected across her perfect, white skin, highlighting her curves in a way that felt almost deliberate like even the light itself obeyed her will.

"Human," she said, her tone dipping into a low, honeyed whisper that vibrated through the air, "you choose... which of us you want to taste you first." Her smile widened, fangs flashing. "Take you on a ride of eternal pleasure. Come with me..."

Her voice was hypnotic more like a song than speech. As she spoke, she raised one elegant hand, sliding a long, crimson-tipped finger down her chest. The tiny scrap of cloth that barely qualified as clothing stretched and lowered slightly, revealing more of the dark valley beneath.

"I'll make you forget every sadness, every sorrow, every loneliness," she purred, leaning forward, her breath almost brushing his face. "Why don't I give you relaxation… and instead just be with me. Forever. In eternal euphoria."

Her tongue darted across her lips as she spoke, her eyes glowing faintly red not just seductive, but dangerous. Each word dripped with temptation, the kind no mortal could endure unscathed. The movement of her body wasn't just lustful; it was divine, crafted to entice, to consume, to drown anyone in desire.

Yet Razeal didn't speak. He didn't move. He didn't even blink.

He simply rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his eyes scanning her from head to toe calm, detached, analytical.

Yes, he was a man, and of course he noticed. Only a fool would deny the physical perfection standing before him. Her movements were flawless.. too flawless and her body carried a charm that no human woman could ever imitate. In his past life, he had been a man of the modern world movies, distractions, even those questionable indulgences on the internet. But this… this was different.

This wasn't lust. This was weaponized temptation.

And still, despite it all, Razeal's willpower didn't waver. Not even slightly.

Because he knew what he was looking at ..not beauty, not seduction, but something far older and fouler wrapped in a perfect shell. It wasn't attraction; it was instinct. A predator's lure.

And while her body might've been flawless, the thought of what lay behind that form disgusted him. She might have been millions.. or maybe billions of years old. And still she behaved like this? So cheap, so desperate, so hollow? Where was her dignity? Her composure?

Razeal's lips pressed into a thin line. To him, it was pathetic.

Yeah, maybe in the standards of Hell, it wasn't strange. But he wasn't from Hell. He still had standards.

No matter how beautiful she looked, he wouldn't touch this kind of woman.. not even if she was the last being alive.

Still, he couldn't deny the morbid curiosity of it all. Watching her felt almost like watching a storm dangerous but fascinating. Her every movement oozed raw sensuality, but his eyes stayed sharp.

His face remained stoic cold, emotionless, unreadable. No trace of lust. No interest. Just silent, unwavering focus.

Delina, however, was caught off guard.

She wasn't expecting that.

For a second, she thought perhaps she misread his face. Maybe he was hiding it. But no his eyes… those eyes were clear. Calm. Focused. Not like a mortal at all.

Her smirk faltered for just a fraction of a second.

It had been eons since she'd seen a human not since the gates between Hell and the mortal world were sealed. But she remembered their kind well: emotional, impulsive, slaves to their instincts. Lust was their greatest weakness. Even the strongest fell to it.

And yet, this one didn't.

This young human stood before her, his face calm as stone, not even a hint of trembling desire.

That was new.

That was… exciting.

A sharp glimmer returned to her beautiful eyes, more dangerous this time predatory.

Oh, she wanted him now.

Even if he didn't want her, that only made her hunger worse. She wanted to see how long he could keep this control.

And when he broke.. because they always broke she wanted to be the one to watch it happen.

She took a single step forward, the ground beneath her heel sizzling faintly from the heat that emanated from her skin. Then another. Her movement was slow, calculated, every sway of her hips deliberate.

When she stopped, she was right before him close enough for him to feel her breath on his skin.

"Come, human," she whispered, her tone low, intoxicating. "I'll let you do anything you want. At least try me once."

Her voice trembled slightly on that last word, as if she herself was beginning to lose control of her composure.

"I won't even mind if you want us both… together," she added, her lips curling into a sinful smile. "I just want to smell you. Eat you. Feel this intoxicating essence close to me. How about it?"

She leaned forward, her body almost brushing against his. The warmth radiating from her was almost unbearable not just physical heat, but something deeper, better.

She tilted her head slightly, and her lips hovered near his neck.

For a moment, Rzeal just stood there not saying anything.. wanted to step back but then paused as wanted to see what she wants to do. she leaned in and sniffed him.

Her lips barely touched his skin, but that single breath was enough.

Instantly, her eyes went wide. Her body shuddered violently, her back arching. Her pupils dilated to solid black as a tremor ran through her entire being.

Her toes curled. Her fingers twitched.

A low, guttural moan escaped her throat, not one of pleasure, but of shock.. as if she'd just inhaled something divine and poisonous all at once.

Her face twisted between confusion and ecstasy. Her breath grew ragged. For the first time in who knows how long, Delina looked weak.

Even she didn't understand what was happening.

The sensation that shot through her veins was unlike anything she'd ever felt before an explosion of warmth, cold, hunger, satisfaction, and despair all at once. Her demonic mind couldn't even process it. It was intoxicating .. terrifying addictive.

And all of it from just a single breath of him.

From behind, the other woman stared at Delina's trembling body, her expression twisted between confusion and curiosity. Her crimson eyes widened slightly as she tilted her head, trying to understand what she was witnessing.

What happened to her? she thought, her brows furrowing. She looks… in such a strange pleasure.

It was odd even for a devil. She'd seen countless forms of pain, lust, and madness in this forsaken world, yet this was something different. Delina's body trembled not from agony, not from fear, but from some unnatural ecstasy her chest heaving, her lips parted in uneven gasps.

The onlooker blinked, licking her lips unconsciously. Mortals really are strange… she mused to herself. To think just the smell of this one makes her act like that…

Even she could feel it faintly that pull in the air, that intoxicating presence radiating from the human boy standing a few feet away. It was like the scent of something forbidden, a sweetness that burned at the back of her throat. For a brief second, she even felt the urge to step closer to reach him, to claim him before Delina could. But before she could think more, her eyes narrowed sharply.

Because..

CLUTCH!

The sharp, wet sound of something being pierced tore through the thick, suffocating air. It was followed by a faint dripping noise .. slow, rhythmic, like the heartbeat of something dying.

Then came a voice. Calm, cold, and merciless.

"Alright… this is enough."

The tone carried no emotion. Just a flat, chilling certainty.

Her eyes darted to the human to Razeal.. and her lips parted slightly.

His hand was buried elbow-deep inside Delina's chest.

The scene was so abrupt, so raw, that even the watching devil froze for a moment, her fangs faintly showing from between parted lips. Blood dripped from Razeal's forearm in a slow, deliberate rhythm, painting the red ground beneath him in streaks of even more scarlet.

Then, with one harsh motion

SHLURP.. he yanked his arm back.

Blood spattered the air, hot and crimson. In his grasp, clutched tightly in his right hand, was a heart a deep, dark red thing, still thumping faintly in his grip. It pulsed weakly, as though refusing to die.

Delina didn't move. Her eyes rolled upward, her lips trembling slightly as her knees buckled under her own weight. Her body shook uncontrollably, but not in fear in something much darker. Her breath came out in shivers; her body twitched, almost… euphoric.

She took one staggering step back, her skin glowing faintly as black veins crawled under her pale surface. Yet her expression didn't show pain. Instead, she looked lost blissful her face frozen in a look of overwhelming pleasure.

Her open wound gushed blood, yet she didn't even seem to notice it.

Razeal stood silently, watching her, his face unreadable. He glanced down at the still-beating heart in his hand the sound of its pulse faint but loud enough to fill the air between them.

He frowned. He wasn't sure why he had done that. His expression darkened slightly, brows drawing together.

Something about her… had irritated him.

When she leaned in close, her intoxicating scent filling his lungs, her soft whisper brushing against his ear something had stirred inside him. A flicker of heat. Lust.

And he hated it.

That one fleeting emotion that momentary surrender to her aura disgusted him deeply. It made him feel weak, as if she was toying with him, as if she was trying to make him something less than he was.

It disgusted him.

It felt like she was trying to seduce him which, obviously, she was. The thought alone made his stomach twist. Before he knew it, he'd acted on impulse. She'd crossed a line anyway, coming so close without permission. Not that he needed a reason, but still…

He didn't say a word.

Blood ran from his fingers, dripping onto the dark marble floor. He said nothing And even before his thoughts could spiral further, a voice broke through, shattering them completely

"Ahhhhhhhh…"

A long, drawn-out moan echoed across.

Razeal's head snapped up slightly, his gaze narrowing. The sound was unlike anything else soaked in pleasure, sultry and trembling, enough to make even the air around them shiver.

He turned his head, and what he saw made even him pause.

Delina stood barely her legs shaking, her body glistening faintly under the crimson light. Both her trembling hands were between her thighs. Her eyes were closed tight, her lips parted as she gasped, her chest rising and falling in quick, sharp breaths.

She looked utterly lost her expression twisted into something between ecstasy and madness.

Her back arched, her hair clinging to her sweat-damp skin, her voice breaking into another breathless moan as her body convulsed.

He noticed the faint shimmer of liquid running down her thighs thick, glistening under the red sky. The sight made him twitch his lips sharply.

He looked from her trembling body… to the still-beating heart in his hand.

It was thumping faster now.

Even the heart was reacting.

What the fuck…

The words almost escaped him, but he stopped himself. His face remained blank though inside, his thoughts churned with confusion and faint irritation.

Behind them, the other woman.. the second devil stood frozen for a moment, then exhaled a small laugh through her nose.

What a whore… She muttered under her breath, her voice dripping with a strange mix of disgust and fascination. Her crimson eyes narrowed as she stared at the scene before her. She simply couldn't comprehend it a greater devil, one of hell's proudest beings, reduced to this state.

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