700 Years Ago — Inside the Abyss
The Abyss was chaos made flesh. Nothing but destruction and darkness — a place where light had long forgotten its name.
Yet, amidst the ruin, beauty thrived in the most twisted forms. The demons here were ethereal — powerful, and unnervingly beautiful.
Baal stood tall, second in command under Lucifer himself. Ruthless, cold, and unreadable. He was next in line — unless someone dared to challenge fate.
That someone was Lahal.
Lahal, the third in command, was a vision. His eyes glowed green like poison laced with desire, his brown hair curled like it had been carved by shadows. Heart-shaped lips stained red as if he'd been sipping from a goblet of blood. Skin pale as moonlight, body sculpted like a forgotten god — he was the most beautiful demon in all of Abyss.
But it wasn't enough.
"I heard a power stone will appear at the boundary gate today," whispered Danifar, a low-ranking demon, eyes flickering. "They say whoever finds it… will become stronger than Lucifer."
Lahal's gaze sharpened.
"Where did you hear this?"
"Baal," Danifar said, trembling slightly.
Lahal's lips curved into a dark smile. "Then maybe… today is my time."
Back to Present — The Club
She was watching me.
I felt it before I saw it. Her gaze, hot and raw, cut through the noise and light like a blade. Even across the crowded floor, she burned like a secret waiting to be told.
When our eyes met, she didn't flinch. She walked toward me like temptation made flesh — hips swaying, curls bouncing, lips parted just enough to spark curiosity.
Then, without a word… she kissed me.
It was messy. Wild. Desperate.
Not a woman's kiss, but a girl trying to forget something — or feel something — for the first time.
At first, I let her. I let her pour herself into me. Her lips trembled against mine like she was afraid and excited at the same time.
Then I kissed her back.
Slow. Deep. Deliberate.
One hand to her waist, fingers brushing skin where her top had ridden up. She gasped softly — her body fragile, unsure, hungry.
She didn't know what I was.
But I knew what she was.
And I wanted her.
The VIP Suite
The room was quiet. Warm. Gold and velvet with city lights streaming through the tinted windows.
She stood in front of me like a flame waiting to be fed.
"I've never…" she said, voice barely audible. "I'm still a virgin."
No surprise.
"I know," I murmured.
She blinked. "How?"
"You carry it like scent. Not shame. Just… untouched."
Her face flushed. She looked down, her voice uncertain. "I've only ever heard stuff. Watched things… with my friend Viola."
I stepped closer.
"Then tonight, you learn. Only what you want."
She nodded.
When I kissed her again, she responded — slower this time, softer. Like she was letting go of something.
I undressed her carefully. One piece at a time. Her tube top fell to the floor, revealing her soft curves, full breasts already reacting to the cool air. I cupped her in my hands, kissed the skin between, then sucked a nipple slowly into my mouth. Her fingers gripped my shoulders, nails digging in as her body arched into mine.
"Sir…" she breathed without thinking.
I looked up, lips brushing her skin. "Say that again."
Her eyes widened.
"You're teaching me things I never knew I wanted," she whispered.
I knelt in front of her, kissing the insides of her thighs, licking slow trails until she whimpered. Her scent was dizzying — honey and sin. When my tongue touched her, she cried out, one hand flying to my hair.
I tasted her like a man starved.
And just when her legs were shaking, I pulled away.
She blinked, dazed, lips parted.
I stood and began unbuttoning my shirt, letting her see every inch of me. Her eyes dropped low, curious but shy.
"I don't know how to do that," she whispered. "A… a blow job."
I smiled faintly, brushing her cheek. "Then I'll show you."
I helped her to her knees, guiding her hands. Her touch was hesitant but eager. She followed my voice — every instruction, every breath. When her tongue met me, I groaned, hand gripping her curls as she explored.
"You're a quick learner," I whispered, pulling her up for a kiss. "But now… I want all of you."
I lifted her easily, laying her down on the velvet bed.
She was a vision. Curvy. Soft. Open.
As I entered her, I paused.
She gasped — body arching, nails sinking deep into my back.
"Too much?"
She shook her head. "Don't stop."
I moved inside her slowly. Deeply. Letting her feel everything. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her hands pulling at me like she needed me closer — deeper — more.
When she came, it wasn't loud. It was trembling. Shaking. Silent tears pooling at the corners of her eyes from the sheer feeling of it.
She had no idea what she'd done to me.
And she didn't know… what she had just stepped into.
The Morning After
Zaria woke up with a throbbing head and a sore body.
The sunlight stung her eyes as she sat up — the silk sheets slipping down to reveal her bare chest. She gasped, pulling them up quickly.
"Oh my God…" she whispered, looking around the room. No clothes. No shoes. No memory beyond that kiss, that heat, those hands—
Her body felt light. Relaxed. Thrilled.
As if something had been released.
She checked beneath the covers — naked. She turned around to look for the culprit of her situation but she couldn't find him
"S**t did I just get dined and dashed ?? Hell nah !!."
She scrambled to dress, panic bubbling inside her chest. But then she saw it — a small folded note on the side table, written in perfect handwriting.
Good morning, Miss.
I had The hotel chef prepare breakfast. Please eat. here's my number :9676407779
If you don't want to be the first to call, you can leave your number. I want to take full responsibility of what happened yesterday night.
— B
She blinked.
"…At least I got deflowered by a gentleman," she muttered, half-laughing.
Still barefoot, she padded toward the bathroom to wash up. Her reflection looked different — not broken, but freer.
She didn't know it yet, but her kiss had awakened something ancient.
She thought it was just a one-night stand.
She had no idea she had just stepped into the path of Abyss.