Chapter 1 (1/2)

“Now, please violate me.”

The man remained silent when the woman walked into the room and asked for sex. He couldn’t speak, but even if he could, the situation was so ridiculous he had no idea how to respond.

Once he looked into the woman’s eyes in an attempt to grasp her intention, he couldn’t move. Rather, he sensed a dignity paired with a confident look that didn’t match her words.

‘Ha?’

Brows furrowed, he frowned with his bottom lip jutting out in a small pout. He slowly traced his current situation back to the start, trying to find where he had lost his judgment. If he were asked where it went wrong, the story would be a long one. Precisely from the time a man was born.

There were creatures that should not exist in this continent. Their ‘exact’ ace was The Devil. The problem was that they were races on this earth that had to live without sunlight on the underground continent.

As soon as he was born, his parents had suddenly disappeared and his red eyes did not allow him to pretend to be human. That’s when his hell started.

He was ostracized, despised, abhorred, and tortured, so he fled, again and again.

Eventually, he was caught and brought here to the Holy Capital. A city that possessed the greatest power to punish the devil and more power than the royal family to combating evil and unclean things. When they brought him to the capital, he thought he had neared the end of his life. It had been 25 years since he started running away.

The man was born a demon, but he had no devil’s ability to perform magic or necromancy. The only thing he had was the demon’s blood that coursed through his powerful and strong body.

This kind of ending might seem unfair, but the man accepted it quite calmly. He might have been a little tired of running away.

However, for some reason, he was led underground into a solitary cell that could only be said to be luxurious. The walls were lined with jewels and in the middle of the room sat a king-sized bed. A silver silk canopy above the bed gently and fell down like the morning sun. Glittering with chandeliers plastered with gold hung from the ceiling.

A man who was born a demon and had been treated as one since birth, he had never seen such sight. He wondered for a moment if all the prisons in the holy city were like this.

“Hmm. Sooner or later, the saint will be here.” The old priest who brought him to the luxurious room said gently.

“Pardon?”

‘Did I mishear him?’

Turning his head, the priest glared at him with eyes full of vigilance and disgust.

“You have neither the right to ask nor the right to choose. Do you understand? Do as I say and if you refuse, death will be all that left for you.”

‘Since you’re just going to kill me quickly, why do you have to act like such a jerk.’ The man scratched the back of his head.

Before leaving in the solitary cell and closing the door, the priest gave one last warning, “Do you remember the ceremony before you came to this room?”

“You mean sitting in the middle of pentagram painted with holy water and having my back sliced into?”

Compared the torture he’d faced in the past which left his where his insides feeling like they were being baked in an oven while his blood was sucked out of his body, last night was a almost a pleasant experience.

The priest nodded slowly and made an unpleasant expression.

“You have one rule on you. if you break it, the pain will return to your body and you will end up dying horribly.”

“I’d rather not. I’d rather die with a single stroke. So, what’s the rule?”

“Don’t talk to the saint.”

“—-That’s it?”

“Yes. Isn’t one of the demon’s ability is to mislead people by using their words?”

“I don’t have that kind of talent, but…”

It occurred to him that it was not a difficult constraint. Rather, if that would cause his life to be spared, he would be grateful.

And that’s where the story ended. Perhaps because people were afraid of devil, his meals came through a small hole in the door. He hadn’t seen anyone else for three days since he first arrived.

The woman appeared in front of him at the end of the fourth night.

‘You’re kidding, aren’t you?’

The woman watched hm in a haughty manner. The man, who wasn’t allowed to speak, only looked at her. He tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry. She had Ice-cold sky-blue eyes and silver hair that was as white as the first snow in winter.

The saint of the sun. Even he had heard rumors of a girl blessed by God. It was obvious who she was.

“Why are you staying still? Wasn’t the devil faithful to pleasure?”

Whether she was trying to deceive or test him, all kinds of delusions flashed through the man’s mind, but he could not come to a concrete conclusion. Then there was only one choice left. To unconditionally obey the words of the holy saint.

Even if it wasn’t her, there could not be another woman who told him to violate her as a demon. Resignation, gratitude and a little bit of lust warred within the man as he stretched out his hand.

The saint was not completely childish. Could she maybe be twenty years old?

While that young freshness remained, her face was enough to attract his interest.