The rain hit hard that night.
Kael stood alone on the bridge, the city lights behind him blurred by the downpour. His clothes were soaked, his fingers numb, and yet the pain in his chest was sharper than the cold. No one had believed him. Not the police. Not his so-called friends. Not even his sister.
They said he was insane. That demons weren't real. That the voices he heard were just stress and trauma.
But Kael knew better.
They came for him the moment he tried to expose them. Shadows with crimson eyes, whispering promises of silence. And now, here he was, standing on the edge of a bridge, hunted and abandoned.
A black car slowed down behind him. A man stepped out, dressed in a suit that seemed to absorb the rain. His eyes glowed faintly red.
"You weren't supposed to survive this long," the man said.
Kael didn't answer. He turned slowly to face the assassin. "You're one of them, aren't you?"
The man nodded, almost respectfully. "You should feel honored. Not many humans can see us. Even fewer live to speak of it."
A gunshot echoed across the bridge.
Kael's body crumpled.
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Darkness.
Endless. Eternal.
But then—
A voice.
"So… this is the one?"
Another voice, deeper and darker. "Yes. His soul burns with fury... perfect for servitude."
Kael felt weightless. There was no body, no pain, just drifting consciousness. But he felt… chained.
"Do you want power?" the voice asked.
He couldn't speak. But something inside him screamed: yes.
"Do you accept eternal servitude under me, the Duchess of the Thirteenth Hell?"
He didn't know what that meant. But he had nothing left. No life. No justice. Just one desire—to rise again.
"I accept."
The chains snapped.
Fire engulfed his soul.
And when Kael opened his eyes, he was no longer on the bridge…
He was on a bloodstained floor, surrounded by towering demons.
And standing above him, with crimson wings and violet eyes, was a beautiful woman in dark armor.
"Welcome to the demon realm, my new servant," she said, smirking.
"I am Duchess Virelia. You now belong to me."
Kael gasped for air—but it wasn't air he breathed. It was raw, burning mana.
And as the demon crowd laughed around him, he realized one horrifying truth:
He had just been reborn… as a servant in Hell.