"I… I really don't think the taxi driver knows the way," my mother murmured as the cab turned into a luxurious estate. She leaned forward in her seat to ask again, "Sir, are you sure we're in the right part?"
"Of course, ma'am. You're going to Dafwem Dominion, right?"
"Yes… That's… yes."
"We're almost there, ma'am."
My mother nodded, but she didn't look convinced. I wasn't either.
We'd arrived in the city under the midnight rain. That was the moment I truly realized how vast the world was and perhaps why Flame had always felt like he belonged somewhere far from mine.
The estate was lit by elegant streetlights. Mansions surrounded us. Modern, glass-walled, and radiant. The roads were so clean and precise, I felt suddenly clumsy, like I didn't belong.
"Are you sure that's the address he gave you?" I whispered to my mom. She nodded slowly, a confused expression on her face.
What if this boyfriend of hers had tricked her? That was my only thought until I saw it.
A billboard. Massive. My breath froze.
Flame… and his brothers.
The Forbidden Six.
I jerked upright, my eyes glued to the billboard until we passed it. Even after it was gone, its impact lingered like smoke. Flame is here. In Grand City and also his brother. But why did they look so…
"We're here, ma'am." The taxi driver's voice snapped me back to reality. I looked ahead and froze.
House? No. It's aCastle.
It stood grand and eerie, like the dominion of a fallen god. Marble walls, black gates, and spiked fences dripping with rain. My mother shrank back into her seat and so did I.
"Goddess… stay in the car," she said, opening the door and rushing to the towering gate. She pressed the bell. Once. Twice. Three times.
Then without warning the gate opened on its own that I immediately flinched.
No voice. No reply. Just silence and that mechanical slide of the gates revealing a long driveway of obsidian stones and shadowed lights.
"Mommy…" I called softly and climbed out of the car.
"I told you to stay in the car," she turned in surprise, her tone scolding, but I didn't back down.
"What if… what if you've been…" I began, panic in my chest when Suddenly, the massive front door opened and a man appeared.
My breath caught.
He was glorious. A man in his mid-forties, with long, silver-streaked hair that fell gracefully over his shoulders. His beard was neatly trimmed, regal. Every inch of him spoke of ancient power.
"Why… why does he look so familiar?" I muttered.
He stepped out into the rain, calm and commanding.
"Dafwem?" my mother called softly.
He walked toward her. The light touched his face fully and I nearly staggered. He was smiling when my mother giggled as she rushed into his arms.
"My goddess… Dafwem, what are you doing here?" she asked breathlessly.
He didn't reply. He kissed her instead. Hungrily. Like he'd been starving for centuries.
"I live here," he said and goosebumps raced down my arms. The weight of his voice felt unreal. He leaned in for another kiss, but my mother playfully pulled away with a giggle.
"Dafwem, I brought my daughter. Goddess," she said, gesturing toward me.
He turned. His gaze locked on mine and for a moment, the world silenced. Those eyes… they sparkled like stars behind storm clouds. He stepped closer and placed a kiss on my forehead, then smiled with strange warmth.
"Not in a million years did I think the Infinity One would grant me a wish again… but here you are. I've always wanted a daughter. Now you are here. Welcome, Goddess. You call me Daddy from now on. Go inside. My butler will show you your room."
I didn't question the certainty in his tone. It was as if he'd known we'd arrive tonight. I turned to my mother, and she nodded with a soft smile.
Obeying, I entered the house only to stop in my tracks.
No hallway. Just a colossal, breathtaking living room, bathed in golden light. The ceiling rose endlessly. Murals danced on the walls. Power, thick, humming, divine filled the air.
I shuddered.
"You are here," came a voice behind me.
I turned quickly to find a man in a crisp suit with sharp eyes and perfect posture. He looked more spirit than servant.
"Follow me. I will show you to your room."
Without waiting for my response, he turned and headed up the stairs. I followed.
As I stepped onto the upper floor, the air changed.
Heavier. Stronger. Alive. Divine presences moved like wind.
"Here is your room," the butler said, stopping before a dark-wooden door. "Take your bath. Come down for dinner in an hour. Don't be late."
He didn't wait for acknowledgment after that. He just left.
Dinner? Already arranged?
I took a shaky breath and opened the door only to lose that breath entirely. The room was beautiful.
Soft, silky sheets. A glowing lamp beside the headboard. A marble-tiled bathroom with a grand bathtub. A walk-in wardrobe filled with elegant gowns and glittering accessories.
It was more than I had ever seen in my life. Wow. What is this.., please?
"And who are you?"
I suddenly froze when the voice came from behind me. Dark, smooth, sinful. Power surged in the room like lightning and I slowly turned, heart pounding to see jinx
He stood there, shirtless, in black flannel trousers. A sigil of a fallen angel was branded on his chest, glowing faintly under the light.
Short wavy hair with electric-blue strands fell over his face. One eye was black, the other gold. So unearthly, dangerous, beautiful.
Lucifer.
His name came to me before anyone could say it then I wonder where exactly I am.
"What's wrong, Lucifer? Why are…" Another young man was saying in the hallway before he entered the room.
This one was pale, unnaturally pale, with blood-red lips and hauntingly sharp eyes. His hair was short and parted at the side, a few strands draped elegantly over his face. He looked like sorrow and seduction combined. A vampire, no doubt.
I was trying to collect my thoughts when another footsteps came through and two more of them appears.
Snd just like that, the room changed again.
The third one entered barefoot, with snow-white curls and soft ocean eyes that calmed the soul. His presence was peaceful. Dreamy. Divine. Calm.
The fourth had long, straight white hair and curious green eyes that shimmered like spring. He looked like he carried mischief and magic both. It makes my mind spun.
This couldn't be real. My mother had said nothing about…
"Why are you all standing there?" a voice called from the hall, interrupting my thoughts.
That voice. It landed in my chest like a crashing wave.
"Come see for yourself," Lucifer replied casually.
Footsteps approach Then he appeared.
The fifth.
Jet-black hair. Hazel eyes sharp as swords. A gaze that broke will. His posture radiated dominance, discipline, and total control. His mere presence feels like law.
"Crimson brought one of his girls home?" he asked coldly, still staring at me.
"No. Not tonight," the vampire said, shaking his head.
"Then who is she?"
Silence fell. I know I was supposed to give an explanation but I dare not speak. Then the sixth one appeared. He stopped at the doorway, confused by the sudden attention and my heart stopped.
Flame.
He was… h… here and with him are his brothers.
Wait a second… this is the forbidden six's home, right?
No, it can't be. My mother won't brought me from heat to hell. No.