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Once upon a time, there existed a love between a noble lady and a devil. But it didn’t end well.
Every midnight, a loud gong coming from the tall bell tower would reverberate across the sleeping empire.
A noble lady, as though plagued by misery, had her eyes open the whole evening. As soon as she heard the gong, she rose herself. The sound of her slippers would drag across the floor as she walked towards her windows and voluntarily opened it, the whooshing wind quickly entered her room.
Along with the wind, a pale figure arrived. He entered through the windows like a creeping monster and as terrifying as his appearance sounded, the rose in his hands seemed like it came from the deepest parts of his flesh. Red and alive.
The lady made a plain smile. Her black eyes reflected the rose and the pale hands that held it.
She took the rose and with another hand, she held his hands and placed it on her cheeks. She tenderly rubbed his hands against her skin, his cold hands turning faintly warm from her body. “Will you… once again grant me a wish?”
The devil felt a tinge of pain in his chest, he made a crude imitation of her beautiful smile and said. “Forever, as long as you do not betray me.” His red eyes reflected the beautiful image of the lady in her white night gown.
“Take the life of Marchioness Julietta Bacht for me.” She said, unable to even look in his eye like a hidden sense of shame was slowly eating her.
The devil didn’t know what was in the heart of the lady, but seeing her eyes that were in so much pain and for her to go as far as to touch him, it evoked a strong sense of worry in him. “Of course.” He caressed the lady’s head until his hands slowly disappeared like a fading bubble.
As soon as the devil opened his eyes, he was in a strange room of another noble lady who was up late at night with a letter in her hands.
And for some reason, the devil felt his heart ache seeing the letter. It was a letter that stood out from all letters with a seal known by the entire empire, even by the devils.
He walked towards and saw himself in the teary eyes of the noble lady, he is an omnious figure that stood tall like a tower of shadow. His slender arms easily reached towards the neck of the paralyzed lady. He watched her stretch the ends of her feet as her head turned purple and cold.
Tears fell from her eyes as she took her last breath, her unmoving eyes aimed at the letter she was holding. ‘What is it?’
It made the devil wonder what about the letter was so important that even in death, she refused to let go of it.
The devil stood there in silence as he finished reading the letter.
The young lady she killed was the crown prince’s fiance. A crown princess.
As though he could already guess where this was headed, the devil supressed the aching sensation in his heart. He told himself that he will meet his lover next evening.
But in the next evening and the evening after that and the following evening after that too, the lady had her windows tightly shut. The devil waited in his shallow, dark cave waiting for every midnight to come. In his cave, where nothing existed but him and his thoughts of the lady.
Where the lady holds his hands and rubs his cold hand against her soft body and her head that she allowed him to touch. Where her voice whispers to him all kind things and it echoes in the cave. Where his eyes slowly go down to her chest as she wears her thin night gown.
But sometimes, the image of the crown prince appears. A scenario in which the crown prince is allowed to touch more of the little he was allowed to touch. In which the two entangle in the bedroom he visits and she shares so much of his warmth with him.
It throws him off and drives him insane like his head was actually to part in half. It makes him scratch his boiling skin until it bleeds and he dreams of more and more intense, of parting her body, separating her thighs and limbs, arms and hands, neck and head, heart and stomach, and eating it because he’s starved of her.