Perfect Sin

After Jaceon's encounter with the devil, he made a firm decision—he wouldn't tell Levi about the contract. He wanted Levi to live normally, just like he did before their paths crossed.

And somehow, he succeeded.

He gently guided Levi back to his old self—taking him to the golf park, the shooting range, arcades, and even to watch soccer matches at the stadium. Slowly, Jaceon saw the spark return to Levi's eyes, a genuine happiness he thought had vanished forever.

And that alone made Jaceon happy too. After all, this was how things were supposed to be from the very beginning.

Eventually, Jaceon resumed work—as Levi's secretary by day… and his boyfriend by night.

On his first day back, with the new, charismatic Levi by his side...

The city pulsed under a rain-streaked sky, its heartbeat echoing through the streets in the form of hurried footsteps and distant horns. Inside the glass-paneled building of Vireon Corporations, everything looked as normal as ever—except Jaceon. Or rather, Ahzi, hidden behind mortal skin and an immaculate suit.

He stood by Levi's desk, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, his eyes lingering a moment longer than necessary. Levi sat typing away at a report, lips parted in concentration, brows furrowed just slightly—focused, sharp, utterly human. The sight made something twist in Jaceon's chest.

He had only three moons left.

"Earth to boss," Levi teased softly, glancing up and catching Jaceon's stare. "You're zoning out again. Need me to file your soul away too, or just the quarterly reports?"

Jaceon chuckled, the sound low and affectionate. "Only if it means I get to keep yours."

Levi rolled his eyes but smiled. That smile—pure and warm—had become Jaceon's nightly salvation.

The rest of the day passed in easy rhythm, and when they stepped out into the rain together, Jaceon didn't hesitate to pull Levi close, shielding him with his coat. The demon prince's cold skin had learned to mimic warmth, but his heart still beat to an infernal rhythm beneath his chest.

That night, their apartment glowed with soft lights and quiet jazz. Jaceon cooked—well, heated leftovers and burned toast—but Levi still kissed his cheek in thanks. They curled up on the couch together, Levi's head resting on Jaceon's shoulder, the world outside melting away.

"I missed this," Levi whispered, voice muffled against Jaceon's shirt. "You. Us. It feels like I can breathe again."

Jaceon's arm tightened around him. "Then let's never lose it."

But in the dark corners of his mind, the brand on his chest burned.

Fifty souls. Three moons.

He had already begun collecting. Quietly. Carefully. Only the truly damned—criminals soaked in blood and sin. No innocents. Not if he could help it.

Levi never suspected. He saw the tired eyes, the bruised knuckles, and assumed stress or gym hours. He kissed the pain away, believing love was enough.

And for Jaceon… it was. It had to be.

But then came the dream.

The second moon loomed close, and with it, the Devil's voice returned—this time in Jaceon's sleep. The voice slithered like oil into his ear:

"Nine souls down, demon prince… but one of them was not yours to take. And because of that ,you'll have to start all over again.

The clock ticks. The price grows. And remember… the mortal sleeps in your arms, but he lies within my reach."

Jaceon woke with a start, drenched in sweat and shadow. Levi stirred beside him, sleepy and concerned.

"Another nightmare?" Levi asked, eyes still closed.

Jaceon nodded slowly, brushing a strand of hair from Levi's face. "Yeah… just a nightmare."

But deep inside, something growled.

The Devil was testing him.

And the worst part? He was starting to enjoy the hunt.

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