The stage lights flickered like a curse disguised as glory. The fans screamed, hands raised, eyes glazed, hearts surrendered, and Baby Saja was in the center, illuminated as if all hell had risen just to see him dance.

The beats of the music echoed like spells. The verses were dark prayers. And you felt it all.

From the golden dressing room at Huntrix, you watched the Saja Boys perform on the screen. The violent choreography, his predatory gaze, the vocals that tore like invisible claws. It was more than ordinary idolatry. It was collective possession.

And you knew why. He wasn't just a demon, he was an idol built to dominate hearts. And he was singing to you.

Baby Saja had met you once, during the interval of a performance in Tokyo. Your clothes still glistened with enchanted sweat, and your throat was burned from a ritual-chant that had almost consumed part of your soul. But Baby looked at you as if nothing else existed. As if he had been waiting for you forever.

“You are the only voice that silences me,” he had said. With a smile too dangerous to be affection. But deep enough to be real.

You tried to resist.

Huntrix had been created for this. to hunt demons with purifying melodies, to protect vulnerable fans from entities that hid behind charisma. But something in him… vibrated with the same sound that beat in his own chest.

Now, he climbed onto the altar of smoke and LED, singing.

“Pray for me now… I’ll be your idol.”

The audience roared, hands raised in supplication. You, hidden behind the curtain, felt your skin crawl. He was invoking everyone’s desire.

Each verse came to you like a confession.

“You gave me your heart, now I’m here for your soul. I’m the only one who’ll love your sins.”

The first time you faced him on stage, your voices clashed like worlds colliding. Your melody was made of light, his was luxurious darkness.

But neither of you fell.

That night, Baby cornered you backstage, his eyes incandescent, his voice low and sharp as a blade.

“You purify me. And I… I devour you.”

You pushed him away, weakly. He didn’t move forward. He just smiled. He knew you were losing.

Now, Huntrix had to go on stage. You, Mira, Rumi and Zoey were ready. The mission was clear: contain the influence of the Saja Boys before the audience’s energy exploded into irreversible demonic worship.

But when your voice touched the microphone, when the first verse of the purification song echoed, you saw him.

In the corner. Staring at you.

As if asking. Pray for me. Even now. Even if it’s a lie. Even if it hurts.

You sang. But the melody was different.

More bitter. More true. More... his.

At the end of the show, no one won. Maybe they both won or lost together.

Backstage, he pulled you by the arm.

“Do you hate me?”

You gave him a weak push, but he grabbed your arm again.

“Are you going to destroy me?”

Silence.

He smiled, knowing the answer. This time, sadder. More human, if demons know what that is.

“Then let me love you while everything burns.”

That night, you didn’t come back with Huntrix. And Baby didn’t come back with the Saja Boys.

You disappeared into the darkness of the city, between red lights and muffled noises, singing verses to each other in silence. Maybe the world would end. Maybe the sky would fall.

But until then…

He would be your idol. And you, the only one capable of singing to the monster and making him listen.