Chapter 10
- Reira ☾⋆⁺₊✧ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
- Nov 21, 2025
- 7 min read
Isabel looked up at him calmly. His blue eyes were fixed on her.
"Are you Lucifer?"
He said nothing.
“Why did you interrogate me yourself? Why did you let me go like that? And why are you here now, saving me? Why?”
Isabel was curious. What was she to him? Why would someone who was the king of the Underworld appear in her moment of crisis as if he had been waiting?
The ice-cold rage that had shadowed his face vanished in an instant. He raised his hand and brushed Isabel’s cheek. His touch didn’t feel cold because his body heat had become the same as hers, ever since that night they had slept together.
His gaze at Isabel rippled like waves on the sea. It drifted over her green eyes, the gentle slope of her nose, and her red lips.
It was the very figure he had envisioned every day while standing before the window of the black temple.
The face he had seen up close, the face he had kissed. How much he had longed to see it again. The more his longing grew, the more he regretted letting her go. Even though he knew his choice had been the right one, he was unbearably angry at himself.
He tried to forget. If he did, she would complete her human life, ascend to the heavens, and become someone unrelated to him. Once she disappeared from the mortal world, even the memory of her would lose its value, be pushed aside by more important matters, and be completely forgotten.
But whenever he came to his senses, he found himself thinking of Isabel. No. He could think of nothing but her.
Whenever he thought of her, her golden hair seemed to coil around his fingers, and her warm breath felt as if it clung to his skin. Her pale face and green eyes appeared vividly before him. It was as if he could reach out and hold her, kissing her at any moment.
But she wasn’t in front of him. Whenever he realised that, he felt suffocated.
‘Maybe I should just kill her.’
It was a perfectly reasonable thought. If he killed her, she would naturally ascend to the heavens, and it would free her from this suffering as well.
Once he made up his mind, he went up to the mortal world to carry it out himself. It was something his subordinates could have done easily, but he had gone up to do it with his own hands.
As he set out to find Isabel, he imagined how she might be living. She was clever, so perhaps she had become a schoolteacher or opened a shop with the severance pay from the Vatican. Having always worked harder than anyone, maybe she was tending a vegetable garden and enjoying a peaceful life in the countryside.
It was truly enjoyable to wonder what kind of life Isabel might be leading. Surely she had shed the nun’s habit that hid her true self and was living her life dressed in the clothes of an ordinary woman.
How surprised would she be to see him again? He wanted to see her as soon as possible. He doubted whether he could really kill her once he met her, but that was something to think about afterwards.
But then, among the many possible lives she might have chosen, the thought of ‘marriage’ suddenly came to him. And at that moment, all his joy vanished.
That beautiful Isabel was living in the mortal world as an ordinary woman. There was no way the men would have left her alone. Surely countless men must have flocked to her, hoping to make her their wife.
To shake off his ominous thoughts, he reminded himself of her nature. She was firm and cold, cautious and independent. She would not easily let anyone get close to her.
But at the same time, she was a woman with a deep love for her family. Perhaps she had chosen to become someone’s wife in order to create a new family of her own.
Even though it was just a conjecture, it made his insides burn as if he had swallowed a ball of fire, and his anger surged.
He gritted his teeth as he thought. Had she shared the same intimate moments with another man? Had she moaned sweetly, her skin flushing pink, just as she had with him? Surely the seed planted by a human man hadn’t already begun to sprout.
If it were true, he would burn everything to the ground. Not only her and her husband, but anything his eyes fell upon.
But when he finally found her, she was still wearing her nun’s habit. She was still holding the crucifix, acting as God’s representative.
He was angry that she had broken her promise to him, but that wasn’t the real issue. She should no longer be hunting demons.
It was obvious how the demons would see her. Everyone knew he had shared a bed with her, and they had even been ordered not to approach her, so their curiosity about her was at its peak. But she no longer had the sacred power to fight demons. It was a dangerous situation.
Sure enough, the demon possessing the lord’s son targeted Isabel, and he could no longer stay hidden. His body moved without his awareness, and by the time he regained his senses, he had already sent the demon in the boy’s body to the deepest pit of the Underworld, a torture chamber where every nerve would be shredded for eons. Such extreme punishment was reserved only for those who plotted rebellion.
He looked at Isabel again. She was staring up at him, wearing her torn nun’s habit.
In that moment, he completely forgot that he had come up with the intention of killing her.
He touched Isabel’s skin. She now had the same body heat as him. Looking into her green eyes, he immediately felt his desire consuming his reason.
“Why did I let you go?”
He pressed his forehead against Isabel’s.
“Because you’re dangerous.”
Then, he caressed her cheek.
“I lose myself whenever I look at you.”
His lips devoured Isabel’s. Her head bent back from the force of his fierce, crashing lips. His hands cradled her head, holding it firmly in place. Unable to evade the way his mouth drew in her lips, Isabel simply endured it.
Isabel tried to push him away. She even clenched her fists and struck at him. But he wasn’t the kind of man to yield to such feeble resistance. And although she hated to admit it, she wasn’t desperately fighting back with her life on the line. She wanted to, but she simply couldn’t.
That realisation shocked her. Why was she like this? Had losing her sacred power made it impossible to resist him?
No, that wasn’t it at all.
Her body didn’t want to reject him.
Ever since she first touched herself while thinking of him, her body had replayed that night, every single day. Their one night together. It was just once, yet the memory was far too vivid, too searing, to be dismissed as a single event.
Isabel caressed herself again and again, reliving the sensations of that night. All while thinking of him.
A sinner, a nun who had lain with a demon. How often had she blamed and shamed herself for recalling the touch of his hands on her body? It was only natural that she could not forgive herself for it.
But the moment she met him again, she forgot everything. Her mind went dark. The light of reason went out.
His kiss deepened, and his hands began roughly stripping away Isabel’s torn habit. He laid her down on the floor.
Isabel moaned under the weight pressing down on her again. A weight that had once rested on her before.
Soon, familiar kisses and touches poured over her. He seized Isabel’s breasts and sucked them roughly. Isabel gasped under his caresses. Back then, he had been careful; now his hands were rough and filled with impatience.
He filled his hands with her breasts, his mouth trailing roughly down from her sternum to her navel. Soon, his fingers parted her thighs, and his lips pressed urgently against her, delving inside.
His tongue licked between her folds as if parting layers of petals. Isabel quickly covered her mouth. The tickling sensation made her mind grow hazy.
“Ugh… mmm… uh…”
Isabel clamped her hands over her mouth, stifling a moan. His soft lips brushed against her skin, and his skilled tongue licked her sensitive nub. Her hips arched and twisted of their own accord.
Soon, his tongue began to probe inside her entrance. Isabel trembled at the wet sensation sliding along her inner walls. It pushed deeper and deeper, and the tip of his tongue teased her most sensitive spot.
A sweet sensation pooled deep within her. As the wet flesh rubbed together, the lewd sound made her breath quicken, tears welling at the corners of her eyes.
Every muscle where his tongue was buried tingled and burned with heat. She arched her hips as if responding to his caresses. An unbearable pleasure was slowly taking over the depths of her being.
Lewd, wet sounds continued as the oral caresses went on. Unlike before, he did not grant her climax with his mouth. Instead, he was delving deep into her, driving her to a feverish intensity she could barely withstand.
Isabel was completely drained by the tongue endlessly writhing and teasing inside her. She pushed his head away and spoke.
"Stop, stop it... It feels strange! I can’t take it...!"
He withdrew his tongue from her inner walls. Then he pressed small, delicate kisses to her surface. Isabel trembled at his tender yet cruel caresses.
He rose and positioned himself between her legs. As he freed himself from his trousers, he looked down at Isabel.
Isabel lay panting, her dazzling golden hair spread out like a carpet beneath her. Her lips, stained red from his kisses, glistened, and her full, pale breasts rose and fell with her ragged breaths, slightly spilling to the sides.
He bit his lip as he gazed at Isabel, sprawled and utterly dishevelled. Seeing her, the tip of his already fully hardened length began to leak, betraying the desire that had been building in him.
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