As we stepped through the red door, I was momentarily blinded by the sudden darkness.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light revealing a room bathed in an eerie, crimson glow.The walls were draped with red velvet, and the air was thick with an intoxicating mix of incense and something metallic I couldn’t place.People moved about the space fluidly, their identities concealed by dark, ornate masks. It felt like we had stumbled upon a clandestine gathering, a secret society hidden beneath the bustling business above. The sight was so outlandishly strange that I couldn't help but gawk, even though I remained silent as he had instructed.We navigated through the masked figures, their hushed whispers were creating an ominous hum in the background. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat was echoing the rhythm of my mounting anxiety.I couldn’t understand what was happening, but there was no denying the aura of danger that permeated the room.Finally, Aryan guided me into a smaller chamber. A man sat at the far end, his legs casually thrown over the edge of a table. The golden mask he wore glinted in the dim light, and a thin trail of smoke curled up from the cigar clamped between his fingers."Ah, Aryan," the man greeted, his voice a gravelly murmur. "I see you've brought a guest.""Indeed," Aryan replied, his arm tightened around my waist. "This is Reina."The man studied me for a long moment before gesturing towards the empty chairs opposite him. "Please, have a seat."“How many?”“Just one. But it’s incredible.”“Very well.” Aryan replied to the man in a low tone.“How are the souls?”“Silenced. We’ll gather them soon.”“Like in the book?” The man lifted his brow.“The ancient one.”The conversation that followed was like a riddle wrapped in a mystery. They spoke of soul gathering, of celestial alignments and ancient prophecies. I listened in silence, my mind struggled to keep up with the cryptic discussion.Suddenly, Aryan turned to me, his look softened. "Reina," he murmured, "I know you don't understand, but trust me. You're safe."Then, he turned back to the man with the golden mask. "I've found what I've been searching for," he declared. "My position no longer poses a threat on Earth."The room fell silent, the man in the golden mask glared at Aryan intently. The tension in the room was heavy, the air quite thick with unspoken words and hidden meanings. I could only sit there, my mind was buzzing with questions and my heart kept aching with uncertainty. But no questions could be asked.But amidst the chaos and confusion, one thing was clear: my life was about to change irrevocably, and there was no turning back.Just as Aryan finished speaking, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed across the room. A group of people stormed in, their dark masks glowed in the dimly lit space.Their appearance was startlingly uniform, giving the impression that they were members of a secret sect."Your position is a threat to us all, Aryan!" one of them declared, his voice echoed like a rapper’s song. "You have violated the sacred codes!"In an instant, the calm atmosphere shattered as the masked figures lunged at Aryan.“What’s going on?!” I gasped, instinctively clutching his arm, but he remained unfazed. With a speed and precision that was almost inhuman, he dodged their attacks, moving with a fluid grace that left them stumbling over their own feet.Suddenly, one of them managed to land a hit, but Aryan merely staggered back a step before regaining his balance.His eyes narrowed dangerously, a cold, steely determination was settling over his features. With a swift, fluid motion, he drew a small, ornate object from his pocket and held it aloft.The room fell eerily silent as a blinding light erupted from the object, filling the room with a warm, golden glow. The masked figures froze, their forms shimmered before dissolving into thin air.When the light subsided, we were alone in the room. The only evidence of the confrontation were a few displaced chairs and the lingering scent of ozone.I stood rooted to the spot, my mind raced to process what had just happened.My heart pounded in my chest like a wild drum, fear and confusion warring within me.I wanted to run, to escape this madness and return to the safety and normalcy of my known world.But as I took a step back, Aryan's hand closed around my wrist. His grip was firm, yet gentle, like a silent promise of protection. His eyes met mine, their usual icy demeanor replaced with a soft warmth that anchored me amidst the chaos."Reina," he said calmly. "I know this is a lot to take in, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"I swallowed hard, nodding slightly as I fought to keep my fear at bay. Something told me that running away wouldn't help now. Whether I liked it or not, I was drawn into a world far beyond my comprehension. I just had to hope that Aryan's promise of safety was more than just hollow words… But then the unbelievable happened, “who exactly are you, Mr. CEO?” The words that came out of my mouth were natural.I know that I wasn’t supposed to ask, and it might get me in trouble, but I felt like I couldn’t lose anything here and right now.I was willing to die, but I needed answers.“I'm the reincarnated devil.”As Aryan's gaze locked with mine, his strict look softened, and a ghost of a smile danced at the corners of his lips. The oppressive silence that had cloaked the room lifted momentarily as he pondered my question. The air was still thick with the remnants of our earlier confrontation, and curiosity gnawed at my insides. But before I could voice my thoughts, he beat me to it."Reina," his voice was like a soothing balm against the tension, "what you've stumbled upon today is just the tip of an iceberg. The truth is a labyrinth, and I promise to guide you through it. But understand this: I'm not the man you think I am."His words were like a siren's song, luring me into a mystery that begged to be solved. My heart pounded a tribal rhythm in my chest, *thump* *thump* *thump*. Each beat was a battle between the instinct to bolt and the desire to decipher the enigma that was Aryan."As for 'Devil,'" he continued, a wry smile tugged at his lips, "it's a moniker that holds weight in this w
Author Here: Aryan’s and other characters’s pov will be written in the third. Aryan: “Rise and shine, my dear," a rich baritone with a hint of sarcasm reverberated through the dimly lit room as Aryan sank into the well-worn leather chair. His gaze was intensively and unyielding, remaining locked onto Reina who passed out on his desk. Her expansive and cerulean eyes were like the summer sky, now concealed beneath closed lids, harboring a world of secrets. Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity. A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her. Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno.Yet, there was an aura about
Reina’s POV‘To a meeting filled with devils…’ I mumbled. What on earth was this guy talking about here now? As we walked through the buzzling mall, butterflies kept dancing in my belly. I felt the joy filling it up inside my heart. I was happy to receive this bag, very happy. But seeing how easily I got it, it makes me wanna think if this contract with him was something that I complained about too much. “Here, this way.” He gently placed his right hand near my back to protect me from something, and allowed me to get inside first into the dimly lit room. “Aryan, where are we?” “Sshh. Don’t say anything, just follow me.”Walking through the door, I had no idea what awaited me in that meeting. But the sight that greeted me was anything but expected – a sex shop filled with an assortment of toys and bondage items. “What is this…?” I mumbled, and glanced at Aryan. ‘Why did this weirdo bring me here?’My discomfort was obvious, and now I couldn't help but label Aryan as a pervert in
As I pointed out the man who had caught my attention, Aryan's eyes followed my finger. His expression turned from annoyance to a guarded vigilance as he studied the man I had identified. It was clear that Aryan took my unease seriously, his protectiveness came to the forefront. The tension in the room seemed to escalate as both men locked eyes, a silent exchange that I couldn't fully comprehend. I clung to Aryan's hand, seeking his reassurance as the encounter unfolded before us. What is happening?’Aryan's grip on my hand tightened as he remained locked in an intense stare with the man who had made me uncomfortable. The air seemed to grow heavy with an unspoken tension, and I felt anxious, this weird-shaky vibration kept washing over me. The man's expression was inscrutable, his eyes pierced into Aryan's.A low, cautious voice emerged from Aryan's lips, "Stay close to me, Reina." His protective instincts were comforting, and I could sense his readiness to shield me from any percei
Aryan picked up Reina in his arms and carried her into the hotel. He walked up to the reception and looked at the woman. "Give me the keys to an empty room," he whispered.The woman looked like she was hypnotized. She handed the room key to Aryan like a zombie, without talking back.Aryan walked inside with Reina in his arms. He looked around and dropped her on the bed, gently. Then she brushed her shoulders off and woke up, looking at Aryan standing in front of her.“Do you still want to be pleased?”Her face boiled in heat, but she answered, “yes…”He then got closer and started to unbutton her blouse again, saying, "Will you let the devil take you tonight?"Reina nodded and lay on the bed, with only her bra saving her chest from exposure. Aryan smirked and leaned forward. The muscles of his arms tightened when he looked at her eyes.Aryan's lips brushed against Reina's neck. He kissed her gently, then passionately. “Aah…” Reina moaned softly and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Who-who the hell are you?!" I repeated, my voice quivered. I had no idea who this man was, and as I glanced around, I realized I had no clue where I was either. Panic surged within me. "What's happening? Who did this?"I clutched the white sheet closer to my chest, my fingers desperately were trying to hold onto it, shielding my body from exposure. "Don't stay silent! Who are you?" My throat felt dry, and my voice cracked slightly as a feeble squeak escaped.The man continued to stare at me, his eyes looked like a bloodshot, something out of a werewolf movie, his long dark hair seemingly was melding with the sheets in an eerie manner. "Magic? Don't be ridiculous," I thought."uoy tectedorp ereh I, aniieR," he muttered, the words felt forced and bizarre."What even is that?" My eyes widened, and I shook my head in confusion. Was he on drugs?"uoy tectedorp ereh I, aniieR," he repeated himself, raising his voice, straining as if trying to convey something important.He didn't appear a
My heart pounded even harder, and fear gripped me as Aryan's confession sent shockwaves through my entire being. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, but I knew that I had to tread carefully now."What do you want from me?" I managed to stammer, my voice trembling.Aryan glanced at me with an inscrutable expression. "I want you to remember last night, and I want you to stay away from things you don't understand."As we continued to drive in silence, I couldn't help but wonder just how deep into this mysterious and dangerous world I had unwittingly been drawn.Aryan remained silent for the rest of the drive, and an eerie tension hung in the air. When we finally arrived at my apartment, he pulled to a stop and turned to me."Remember what I said," he warned. "Stay away from things you don't understand, and be cautious who you trust."I nodded, too shaken to respond in any other way. With that, Aryan drove away, leaving me standing outside my apartment building, my mind still ree
The standoff continued, the atmosphere in the bar grew increasingly heavy. Aryan and Jake locked eyes, both of them were unwilling to back down. I felt a small drop on my cheek, ‘oh?’ I touched it to wipe it down, ‘is this sweat?’ I was boiling so much, I didn’t even notice my own sweaty forehead. Being torned between the almighty Aryan and my loyal friend seemed like a mission impossible right now.But just when it seemed like the situation was about to reach a breaking point, a loud, annoying voice cut through the tension. "What's going on here? A lover's spat?"We all turned to see a third person, an obnoxious guy with disheveled hair and a wide grin on his face was staring at us. He stumbled closer, clearly drunk, and poked Aryan's chest. "Hey, big guy, I think she's had enough of you."Aryan's grip on my wrist loosened slightly as he turned his attention to the intruder. "Get lost, you fool," he muttered, clearly annoyed by the interruption.But the annoying guy didn't seem t