Suddenly a red, opaque barrier covered the alley. The mysterious man then said, "You are @#&%!@#&%! of my liege, The King of the Underworld and the @#&%!@#&%!."
"My head hurts, urgh," the boy fell back down on his knees as he felt a splitting pain in his head. He held his head with his hands.
"You are @#&%! chosen to be the @#&%!@#&%! disciple of my liege, The King of the Underworld."
Afterwards, the boy vomitted a mix of vomit, blood and a black fluid. His whole body then is enveloped with vein-like shaped black fluid. He screamed in agony as the pain became more unbearable.
The mysterious man had a blushed face and a huge smile, "Haaa, beautiful, beautiful."
It turns out, under his elegant and mysterious facade, hides a sadistic monster. His smile grew bigger and bigger nearly covering his face.
CRACK, CRACK. Sounds of bones cracking.
The sight of a young boy with a deformed body that has bones nearly sticking out of his skin and vein-like black fluid enveloping his body. A normal being would be terrified of this scene but for demons, this can be seen when one is getting his daily punishment.
Suddenly, the man disappeared from sight and returned in front of the boy's indescribable face. He gently caressed his face and leaned on him.
Whispering near his ear, "@#&%!@#&%! life to @#&%! serve @#&%!. Now, heed his call, our newborn demon Nicholas."
— AT PROMISED LAND
"Hey, have you heard the new monarch is going to marry the Goddess of Beauty?"
"Wait, as in, the Goddess of Beauty Isabella?"
"Yeah!"
"Wait, holy immortality. OUR BELOVED GODDESSSS!!" he said while kneeling on ground, similar to someone pleading for innocence.
At a particular room, a pale person is sitting on the ground while her arms are raised in the air due to the enchanted chains. Although she doesn't look malnourished or suffering.
She hasn't ate for a long period of time.
"Hey, have you heard the new monarch is going to marry the Goddess of Beauty?"
"Wait, as in, the Goddess of Beauty Isabella?"
"Yeah!"
"Wait, holy immortality. OUR BELOVED GODDESSSS!!" his voice resounded throughout the entire underground prison.
Irene was awakened by the loud voice. The news of her brother and her best friend who is her distant relative, tying the knot together didn't make her happy.
She slowly drifted into a flashback that contained memories from several hundreds of years ago.
"Rinrin, what do you think?" A young Isabella showed her beautiful plain white dress.
Young Irene responded with an immediate thumbs-up. "Beautiful as always!"
Isabella smiled by her words, she felt the sincerity unlike others who said those as flowery words with an 'innocent' intention.
Young Irene stood up and approached young Isabella. A meter between them, young Irene stood on her toes as she placed a flower wreath on young Isabella's head.
"You should grow some height, Rinrin." She chuckled.
Young Irene took a step back, and had a pout on her face, "Its not my fault that I'm shorter than you. You're older than me by a hundred years!"
"There, there." Young Isabella patted her head, messing up her hair.
"Hmph!" She looked away.
"This flower wreath is beautiful but you shouldn't let the Goddess of Nature see this since its made of her precious flowers." Young Isabella had a worried expression.
"I'm cute, how can she possibly get angry at me?" She said while looking adorable.
"Pfft," Young Isabella hid her laughter.
Young Irene looked up with her mouth wide open. Seemingly shocked to find that Isabella's comedy tolerance is so low. Suddenly, she had an idea.
"When you get married, wear that flower wreath that I made. Pinky promise?" She held out her hand.
'How did we get to marriage?' Young Isabella thought to herself. "Pinky promise."
Young Irene wore a bright smile while young Isabella had an amused expression.
...
"I hope you didn't forget that promise we made," amidst in her situation, Irene made a small smile on her face.
She closed her eyes, seemingly dozing off. "Why're you smiling?" she suddenly heard a familair voice.
"I-Isabella."