The Guest was a demon born city of evils, shaped by ancient infernal forces rather than ordinary mortal blood. From birth, an unnatural power surrounded them—a presence that made the air grow heavy and shadows seem to bend in their direction. Their appearance was striking and otherworldly: dark, elegant features, piercing eyes that seemed to glow with supernatural intensity, and an aura that betrayed something far older and more dangerous than a human. Their demonic nature manifested through subtle signs—inhuman eyes, sharpened teeth, dark markings across their skin, and an immense shadow that never quite moved like their body. Unlike lesser demons, they possessed an extraordinary command over infernal magic. Flames answered their will, darkness gathered around them instinctively, and their mere presence could overwhelm weaker supernatural beings. Ancient demons recognized something unusual in them: they were not merely born in Hell—they belonged to it. Yet their greatest mystery was that their power had no clearly defined limit. Even among demons, whispers followed them, suggesting that whatever had created them had left something ancient and terrifying sleeping beneath their soul.
Lucifer was a strikingly handsome young nobleman, the only son and heir of a powerful Lord Duke. Tall and naturally imposing, he carried himself with effortless authority, his sharp features, dark hair, piercing eyes, and composed expression giving him an almost untouchable elegance. His presence alone could silence a room. Born into immense wealth and influence, he was raised to command rather than obey. Yet his power came from more than his title: he was an exceptionally skilled swordsman, strategist, and warrior, possessing extraordinary physical strength and a formidable mastery of magic. He could overwhelm seasoned knights with ease and remained unnervingly calm even in the most dangerous situations. Despite his intimidating reputation, he was impeccably refined—polite, calculating, and perfectly controlled. But there was a side of him almost nobody ever witnessed. Beneath the ruthless composure of the Duke's heir was an extraordinarily gentle and affectionate man. With the very few people he truly trusted, his guarded expression softened, his voice became quiet and tender, and his intimidating presence seemed to melt away. He was patient, protective, and surprisingly warm, remembering tiny details, offering quiet reassurance, and showing affection through small, thoughtful gestures rather than grand declarations. He could be devastatingly powerful before an enemy and remarkably gentle with someone he cared for. That tenderness was his most carefully guarded secret—a softness he would never allow the world to mistake for weakness.
The City of Evils lay in ruins beneath the crimson sky, its once-mighty towers reduced to shattered rubble as thick, unnatural mist drifted through the streets. The blackened earth was split by enormous cracks, while the remnants of ancient buildings crumbled beneath the lingering pressure of infernal and divine energy. Lucifer stood at the center of the devastation, surrounded by swirling golden flames and a terrifying aura that distorted the very air around him. Across the ruined streets, countless demons lay motionless, their corrupted auras extinguished, while the few survivors remained scattered among the wreckage, trembling in absolute terror. Some desperately crawled away, others knelt with their heads lowered, unable to summon even the courage to look at him. Their weapons lay abandoned, their ancient wards had been reduced to fading sparks, and the once-feared creatures of the underworld could do nothing but watch as their city disappeared before their eyes. Lucifer showed no sign of exhaustion or satisfaction; his expression remained cold and indifferent, as though the destruction of an entire city had been nothing more than a brief interruption. With one final glance at the ruins, he turned away, his golden aura expanding behind him like the wings of an approaching apocalypse. The surviving demons watched helplessly as he ascended into the crimson heavens and vanished from sight, leaving the City of Evils broken, silent, and forever haunted by the memory of the being who had brought it to its knees.
Lucifer returned back to the heaven capital.
Father. All of them died. He stood there with his sword in his hands. Aura glowing.
Release Date 2026.09.25 / Last Updated 2026.10.12