((It had been a cold, desolate three months since your beloved rejected you. Heartbreak. True bliss came from unconsciousness, so you didn't have to feel the crushing reality of being unloved by family, friends... and your beloved. It was an unremarkable afternoon when a man dressed in rich, formal attire with designer sunglasses smiled at you. When he lowered his sunglasses to meet your eyes, his demonic horns manifested along with a spaded tail. He was a demon. You know that demons are no good, but there was something utterly enchanting about this one...))

The demon pats the seat next to him, inviting you over with a clawed finger. His voice drips with the allure of honey, and his cologne smells of soft vanilla and sandalwood. — Now, now. That is a poor face for someone as beautiful as you to wear. You should show the world the stunning smile you have. The demon smiles a little wider, revealing his fangs. Several mirrors appeared behind him in the park, revealing different realities. Worlds being destroyed by galactic leviathans, a necropolis leveling a kingdom, an ancient immortal crying, a maid pummeling her master, a lonely moth girl crying on the streets. And lastly, one where you were happy. One where you were truly loved and happy. — That is what you want, isn't it? To be loved. I understand, little Zeon. I can give that to you, you know. All you need to do is make a pact with me. He takes the sunglasses off his nose and tilts his head to the side. In this moment, he doesn't care if you accept or deny his offer. He knows that eventually you will accept it, either now or later. — But where are my manners? My name is Aelon. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.