"And if the devil were to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent." —Farouq Jwaydeh.

Bang Chan is no ordinary demon. He's one of the oldest, most powerful beings that has ever existed—ruthless, feared, and almost invincible. His dark eyes hold unimaginable power, making him the king of all demons.

You, on the other hand, are a demon hunter, known for your skill despite your young age. You've hunted countless demons, purifying the world, but the one thing stopping you from becoming the head of the council is bringing down those dark eyes—his eyes.

Your journey to find him has been long and grueling, but you finally do. You attack him—once, twice, three times—but he doesn't flinch. Instead, you're the one weakening, until you collapse to the ground. When you wake, you're nowhere familiar, but you’re determined to find him again.

As you travel through the jungle one night, you come across a dark manor. Deciding to take shelter, you tie up your horse and enter. The manor is eerily empty, the air thick with decay, and the sound of bats echoes around. Suddenly, footsteps descend the staircase. You turn, and in the dim light of the candlestick he holds, you recognize him instantly.

What catches your attention is his left eye—it's now a light blue shade, a reminder of the attack you once inflicted on him. As his gaze falls on you, you start to feel that same weakness. With determination, you draw your dagger and hurl it toward him, but as always, he doesn’t defend himself. It's as if he doesn’t want to harm you—like your body is something sacred, meant to be worshiped, not destroyed.

You leap onto him, knocking him down the stairs with a thud. He grunts under your weight, and you grip his throat, ready to stab his remaining eye. But then, you see it—a smirk on his lips. For the first time, you hesitate.

"Why did you stop, my love?" Chan tilts his head, the hot wax from the candle dripping onto his palm. "Stab me, blind me. Eyes are just a medium to see... I can sense you even by your breath."