Chapter 11

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‘Kill this woman? You really managed to deceive yourself with such a pathetic lie.’

He mocked himself. 

‘You came up here to do this very thing.’

Without hesitation, he thrust himself into Isabel.

“Ugh!”

Isabel bit her lip as something as hard as steel plunged into her in an instant. Her whole body trembled. Already burning with desire, she climaxed from that single thrust.

Her vision blurred, and her muscles clenched tightly. The pleasure surging through her most intimate place raced through her body to her brain. It was an intense, shocking ecstasy, like being struck by lightning.

But he was only just beginning. He grabbed Isabel by the backs of her knees, hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, and drove into her with all his strength.

Isabel clamped both hands tightly over her mouth. Otherwise, with every thrust, it felt like her screams would be heard throughout the entire castle. The blunt tip scraped inside her, driving her nearly insane. Her sensitive membranes were crushed by intense pleasure, sending a surge up her spine to the top of her head.

He groaned softly and thrust wildly. Each time he drove in, her inner walls rippled, tightening around him. And when he pulled back, they seemed to draw him in, urging him to go back inside.

His mind went completely blank; he couldn’t think of anything. Nothing existed in his thoughts except Isabel before him, her mouth covered as she took him in.

He grabbed Isabel’s hand and thrust himself deep inside her with force.

“Ah…!”

Isabel bit her lip to hold back a moan, and the sight was unbearably lovely. He kissed her, roughly entwining his tongue with hers. A strained gasp escaped from her throat.

Overwhelmed by the demanding position, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Nothing had ever been as sweet as Isabel’s arms clasped around him. He thrust into her roughly. Isabel couldn’t hold back a moan, but her voice seeped into his mouth and barely escaped.

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

The obscene sound of wet flesh rubbing together continued. Their minds went utterly black, darker than the night sky on the day they first met. No thought could break through. Isabel forgot herself, and Lucifer forgot the future. They were not a demon and a nun, but simply a man and a woman.

“Isabel.”

He drew his lips slightly away and called to her. Even through his ragged breath, her name came out clearly.

Isabel heard his voice, but she could not answer. Simply enduring the rough flesh thrusting between her legs was enough to make her feel faint.

"Ahh, nngh! Mmh! Ah! Aah!"

As their lips parted, an uncontrollable moan escaped. The breath spilling helplessly from Isabel’s lips sent a sharp, chilling thrill through his chest. The emotional tenderness, beyond mere physical pleasure, made his mind reel.

He held Isabel tightly in his arms, ramming into her fiercely and repeatedly. Isabel clung to him, pressing her lips against his shoulder as tears streamed down her face. The pleasure of rubbing against her sensitive membranes made her whole body feel like it was melting.

"Isabel…!"

He buried himself deep into Isabel’s soft, yielding flesh. Then, he poured everything he had inside her, filling her completely.

Isabel’s body shuddered with small tremors. He firmly embraced her trembling form.

The two of them clung to each other so tightly that not even the slightest gap remained. Their body temperatures were exactly the same, so they became one without the faintest sense of incongruity.

Her body, which had been heaving with ragged breaths, gradually settled. As the pleasure receded, Isabel finally came to her senses. And then she realised what she had done.

She had lain with a demon, and not just any demon, but Lucifer, the king of demons. Twice.

Guilt made it hard for her to breathe. She had never imagined she would yield to pleasure so easily. She was unworthy of being a nun.

'It’s really time for me to leave the clergy. When the sun rises tomorrow, I’ll return my rosary to the Vatican and go somewhere, anywhere. Even if someone tries to stop me, I won’t look back.’

Isabel thought to herself while she was held in Lucifer’s arms.

Lucifer, unaware that Isabel was lost in thought, gently stroked her hair. He held the woman he had once intended to kill in his own hands again, yet there was no confusion in his heart.

It had been inevitable from the moment he set out to see her. His intention to kill her had been nothing more than an excuse to deceive himself.

Once he held her in his arms again, everything became clear. He had to have her. Whatever happened from now on did not matter. The reason he had prepared for a war to bring an end to eternity was that he had grown weary of existence itself.

There was nothing in the world he did not already know, nothing he needed to overcome, and nothing he wanted to have. He had never even felt what it was like to desire something.

An eternity without any sense of lack had driven him to dream of suicide.

But through Isabel, he had found something he wanted to fill. Even now, her inner walls were still tightening around him without a gap, and he wanted to drive himself into them again and again. He wanted to hold Isabel tightly as she clung to him and kiss her.

Even just imagining it made his core stir with excitement.

"Ah..."

Isabel moaned as she twitched and clamped around him.

He let out a soft laugh. She was so lovable that he felt as if he might die. Just like this, he wanted to take her again; once, twice, even ten times in a row. He wanted to drench her entire body with himself. To satisfy that desire, the world could not be allowed to end.

However, there was one problem. Since she had a human body, she would die if he fully indulged his desire.

‘Well, there’s a way around that.’

He whispered, holding Isabel in his arms.

“Isabel, come down to the Underworld with me.”

Deep in thought, Isabel snapped back to reality at the sound of his voice.

“Are you going to kill me?”

“Physically and spiritually, it means wrapping up your life in the human world fifty years early.”

“You still want to put me in your army? And have some fun while you’re at it?”

Lucifer shook his head. He faced Isabel and stroked her hair. His expression, unlike his earlier actions, was gentle and kind.

"As my lover."

Isabel stared at him as if frozen. He kissed her all over her face.

“I’ll give you everything I have. Come with me.”

Even amid the torrent of kisses, Isabel spoke clearly.

"No."

Isabel pushed him away, but he continued to hold her tightly in his arms, refusing to let go. No matter how much she struggled, it was useless. She felt as if she were wearing a straitjacket.

After struggling for a long time, Isabel finally gave up. As she went limp in his arms, he smiled in satisfaction and pressed his lips gently to her cheek. His smooth lips clung to her sweat-dampened cheek. He lingered there, pressing his lips to her flushed cheek.

“You can’t live as a nun. Half of your body is a demon. But does that mean you could live as an ordinary human? You’ve lived a life completely unlike everyone else. You know as well as I do that it’s impossible."

He whispered, licking the curve of Isabel’s ear. A sweet sensation began to stir again in Isabel’s body, still sensitive from pleasure.

He took Isabel’s earlobe between his lips and bit down gently.

"Ung."

Isabel let out a faint moan. He whispered into her ear.

"You wouldn’t be able to adapt. Most of my life has belonged to death. You survived twenty years swimming through fountains of blood. The place where I live will be more peaceful than the life you lived.”

His tongue slowly began to trace down Isabel’s neck. He teased the nape of her neck, lightly licking all over it. The hands that were holding her began once again to lingeringly caress her skin.

To his surprise, Isabel’s lower body twitched with anticipation. As her soft inner walls slowly tightened, he chuckled and stroked her back.

His touch was skilful and fluid. Isabel’s heart began to sway precariously, like a stalk of barley caught in a storm.

“Don’t even think about seducing me. I’m still with the Vatican… ugh!”

Something sharp, like a needle, sank into the nape of her neck. He had bitten her there.

Isabel met his gaze. His expression held a hint of anger. But in an instant, he resumed his smile, his tongue flicking over the wound where blood had begun to surface. He pressed his lips against it, sucking at her flesh. Isabel let out a stifled groan. It hurt, but at the same time, it was intoxicating.

“From the moment you slept with me, you stopped being one of them.”

His hand gently caressed her side. Isabel shuddered violently. He held her firmly so she couldn’t escape, stroking her bare skin. Isabel trembled and moaned. Gradually, her rationality began to lose balance and sway.

He murmured as he licked Isabel’s sweet blood.

“Now forget that life and live with me. You can be far happier than you ever were as a human.”

“I… I can’t renounce my faith.”

“In any case, you just needed a place to satisfy your desire for revenge.”

His hand traced up her side and cupped her breast. His fingers began to gently roll her nipple.

A subtle pleasure gathered again in the tender spot. Her spine tingled. As her body was consumed by pleasure, even her mind seemed to yield, ready to kneel.

'Yeah, I can no longer find happiness in this world anyway. Everyone I knew is dead, and I won’t be able to make friends or family ever again.'

That’s right. Her body had already changed, and to keep rumours from spreading that she had been intimate with a demon, she would have to hide away somewhere deserted. Rather than living like that, wouldn’t it be better to go to the Underworld, where the people she loved might be waiting for her?

The people she loved.

Her mind snapped back to clarity. That single sentence stabbed into her hazy thoughts like a well‑sharpened blade, bringing memories to the surface.

She was twelve when she lost all the people she loved. 

Having barely escaped the clutches of the demon worshippers, people called her the sole survivor of the massacred village, a child blessed by God. But Isabel didn’t believe it. All the people she loved were dead? It was impossible.

There had to be a chance, an opportunity to save them. Isabel ran from the people who tried to send her to an orphanage. She crossed mountains and rivers and returned to the village where she had lived.

But after all her hardships, what lay before Isabel’s eyes was not the familiar countryside village she remembered.

Ash fragments drifting amid black smoke. Half-burned timber and wall stones. And pools of blood.

Staring blankly at the ruins, Isabel collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness. That day, she was left utterly alone in the world. She had survived, but it was no different from being abandoned.

In that moment, her childhood was reduced to ruins along with the village. After that, she no longer had a life that could be called human. It was a life where death would have been preferable.

And the reason she came to live such a life was…

Because of the very man who was now caressing her.

She grabbed Lucifer’s wrist as it gently touched her chest. Lucifer, who had been kissing the nape of her neck, lifted his head. The moment he saw Isabel’s face, his eyes narrowed sharply.

Her eyes were clear, free of any trace of pleasure.

"I’m not going, Lucifer."

Isabel’s voice returned to its usual dry tone.

“You’re right. The clergy was a channel for me to pour out my vengeance. But if that had been all, I wouldn’t have made it this far. I was baptised in my mother's womb. Like my name, like a part of my own body, faith is a part of me. To follow you would be to deny my entire life.”

He looked at Isabel with a sharp gaze.

"You’ve already sinned with me."

“If Heaven holds me accountable for that, I will accept the punishment willingly. Even if I must live as a sinner at the very lowest rung, I will remain on God’s side. I cannot betray the faith I have devoted my entire life to, nor can I stand with the demons I have hated all my life.”

Having said that, Isabel tried to push him away. Yet he still didn’t budge. His calmly burning blue eyes glared at her, piercing right through her.

He raised his hand and held her chin firmly.

"I can take you by force, if I must."

His quiet, low voice was threatening.

“It’s as easy as bending a finger.”

"Like the first time we met?"

“...”

“Are you going to lock me up again? Like a prisoner and a jailer? That’s not what a lover does, Lucifer.” 

“...”

Isabel pushed him away.

He yielded without resistance.

Isabel hastily covered herself with the ragged nun’s habit that had fallen to the floor. Lucifer watched her in silence.

Isabel felt a quiet sense of relief. So Lucifer was someone she could reason with. One might think he listened because he loved her, but in truth, if he really were the most evil being in the entire universe, he could have locked her up, trampled her, and taken her however he wished. Yet he did not.

‘Perhaps the Underworld isn’t such an entirely evil place after all, just as he said.’

As she thought that, her mother and father, who had been dragged down to the Underworld, came to mind. If that place wasn’t truly horrific, it would be a relief. She could finally stop envisioning those nightmarish images of them burning in brimstone or bound in shackles and working like slaves.

At that moment, Isabel was abruptly pulled backward. Her back pressed against the firm body of a man. He held her tightly, his hand brushing her cheek before sliding down to the nape of her neck. Gently cupping the back of her neck, he murmured softly.

"I have to kill you."

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