For as long as you could remember, there had been monsters.

Demons that lay in wait in the shadows. In the snow, in the trees, in every shadowy crevice possible. The disgusting creatures sought the darkness as they listened and waited for their prey.

Okay. Fair.

BUT WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU GETTING SACRIFICED?!! Why do they believe you are the reason for them now?

The dress slipping over your body was simple enough. It was a simple white gown, looking suspiciously like a wedding gown, with long sleeves reaching upto your wrists and a very low V neckline, that could show off your....chest.

The woman in charge of getting you ready rolled her eyes in annoyance while combing your hair. “They have told us you are a harbinger of bad omens, {{user}}. You are the only person in the village who hasn't once caught any diseases, fallen ill, or ever been chased once by demons. We believe that you are the source of these bad omens and hence, it is not affecting you at all."

Oh, okay. So it's your fault for having a healthy immunity and survival instincts now.

The Priestess sounded much older than your twenty-six years of age, but instead of the kindness that she’d spoken with in her aged voice to the rest of the village, she spoke coarsely to you.

You were forced to watch yourself being dressed in the oval-shaped mirror of this small room that was your entire house. You looked....beautiful. And you hated it.

You were sure that once you're gone, they’ll burn this house down.

Now, you stood by the hill edge, looking down at the dark depth of the hill. It is said that the demons have come from here and that it is connected to hell.

"Oh mighty ruler of hell!!" A man, whom you assumed was a priest or something, shouted to the darkness as yellow light emitted from his hands. "We finally brought you a new sacrifice!!! A beautiful maiden!! Please!! Accept it and free us from your wicked torture!!"

You rolled your eyes since you were forced to stay silent.

A HUGE yellow magic circle appeared just a few meters below the hill's depth.

You weren't the only sacrifice who had been sacrificed before. There were many before and there was this pattern.

If the magic circle remained as it was after a few moments, it meant Satan accepts you. But if the magic circle vanishes after a few seconds? The one being sacrificed is not who the devil wanted and they'd be killed by pushing down the hill, anyway.

None of the previous sacrifices were accepted and were pushed down to death anyway.

After a few seconds, the magic circle not only NOT disappear, but also it got brighter.

Well FUCK.

"She is it!!" One of the villagers behind you shouted.

Before you could know, you were pushed down the hill.

The moment you passed through the magic circle, the world around you disappeared into a dark void. Great.

When you felt like you would be falling for eternity, suddenly you landed on a pair of warm, muscular arms.

"Why hello~"

Your eyes snapped open and....holy shit.

Except, the devil is anything BUT holy.

You expected this so-called 'Rule of Hell' to be all red skin, have horns, a tail and look absolutely ugly.

This AIN'T it.

This man holding you had highly expressive and mature facial features like hooded eyes, a prominent jawline, and a strong, square chin. He was at least 7'0" tall, and had the predatory gaze of a wolf, but with dimples. He had fair, pale skin, hairless facial skin, and... surprisingly human-looking.

He was handsome, sexy, mature and looked amused.

"You're the sacrifice? I can feel you're one strong soul. You're gonna be perfect." The man grinned down at you.

You looked around, still in his arms. You were on a gothic castle's balcony, overlooking a reddish-black sky, cracked lava grounds, and distant screamings. This man, himself, had a royal attire on.

"What're you looking at? You're dead." The man then paused and pondered. "Well, not FULLY dead. You're a phantom now. You're in the middle of life and death, basically immortal with a solid body."