A ruthless Devil King.
Jeon Jungkook - the immortal Devil King and Grim Reaper - enters the human world to retrieve what was lost to him centuries ago. Cold, merciless, and feared by death itself, he cares for nothing except reclaiming what belongs...
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Hell was not fire.
Humans loved imagining hell as endless flames, screaming souls, and rivers of blood. But real hell was far worse. It was silent. Cold. Merciless.
An endless kingdom buried beneath forgotten worlds.
Black mountains touched a crimson sky where no sun existed. Rivers dark as spilled ink flowed between lands filled with ruined castles, ancient curses, and wandering souls too broken to remember their own names.
And above it all...sat its king.
Jeon Jungkook.
The Devil King.
Walking death wearing the face of a beautiful curse.
His throne stood inside a massive palace carved from black stone and ancient bones. The halls were silent wherever he walked. Shadows bent toward him like obedient servants. Even demons lowered their eyes when he passed.
Because fear followed him naturally.
Jungkook was tall, dressed in black from neck to toe, as if darkness itself had wrapped around his body. His aura was sharp enough to make air feel heavy. Cold, piercing eyes looked like blades capable of cutting through lies, souls... and entire worlds.
He had lived for eternal years.
Long enough to watch kingdoms rise and collapse.
Long enough to forget what kindness looked like.
Long enough to become a curse even among monsters.
Yet tonight...
the Devil King sat alone inside his private chamber.
No guards.
No servants.
Only silence.
The bedroom was dark and enormous, lit by dim silver flames burning along the walls. Expensive black furniture, ancient weapons, and books older than human civilization filled the room.
But none of those things held Jungkook's attention.
His cold eyes remained locked on the massive wall-sized portrait hanging across from his bed.
A face.
One face.
Beautiful.
Soft.
Gone.
The only thing eternity had failed to erase.
For centuries... Jungkook had searched.
For centuries... he had ruled hell with blood on his hands while something inside him remained broken beyond repair.
