My Wife Is the Devil

Little by little—————.

An unpleasant, annoying noise coming from the ear.

The sound of something crumbling, resonating as if it were treading on fallen leaves in autumn.

The burning energy of the flames that you can feel all over your body begin to pierce your brain.

Jeepnel, the angel of love and kindness, who was orthodoxly beaten by Julius’s light.

She forced her eyes to open and slowly lifted her heavy body up.

the last moment.

The sight reflected in her eyes, who moved her fleshly heart to the right and barely prevented her body from disappearing, was the figure of Telmere, who was always quietly walking forward with an upright face.

No, corrupt Inquisitor. Julius Tafnel was the man’s firm conviction.

“… Now I don’t know, it must be impossible to change the harmony of predestination.”

At first, I was definitely confident.

A prophecy about himself that he would be defeated by Inquisitor Julius Tafnel.

He even gave a revelation to the sword demon Lennel, who was dressed in a shameful way in case he lost, but he thought that if he fought with the holy sword, he could twist his foresight enough.

“I wonder if you could have done it, Telmere. Is it because I am lacking?”

An angel crouching down like a child and burying his head in my arms.

Jeepnell remembered the bald-haired saint who was arrogantly admonishing him long ago.

“If we had abandoned humans and became a heavenly being, we would have been able to be together now. Without you, nothing can be solved.”

sniff-

An earthly existence that the angel of love and kindness, who treats both humans and demons equally as insignificant creatures, was the only friend on earth.

Saint Telmere.

Seeing Julius, who resembles his firm eyes and acts stupidly, obsessed with women, makes me miss a close friend I haven’t seen in a long time.

Wag-jak– Wag-jak–.

“Please, tell me, Telmere. Did I do something wrong? Was it wrong to try to punish those who would just throw the world into chaos for love?”

Is love really that valuable? I still don’t know.

When he was young, a man with short hair that looked like he had melted gold, always caring for the sick and praying for heretics who had been punished.

Having ridiculed her for foolishness all her life, he no longer taught her the answer, unlike in the distant past.

Go away–.

“Without you, I feel like I’m in a labyrinth… But what a strange sound from a while ago.”

A constant annoying noise.

The eyes of the jeepnell and the pure white divine water, who slowly turned their heads in the direction of the sound, met.

── gulp.

The archangel’s eyes met and the neck of the divine beast, which had hardened like ice, twitched once, and the angel of charity forgot what to say for a moment at the unbelievable sight in front of me.

“…my feathers.”

Her wings, which she has always proudly nurtured.

However, in the process of being orthodoxly hit by Julius Tafnel’s light spear and burning her whole body, the wings she boasted about were fried very crispy.

Unable to bear the mouth-watering sight of the delicious smell, Francis plucked out a handful of her feathers, which did not emit brilliance as usual, and ate them up.

── Hey.

As if nothing had happened, the unicorn slowly stepped backwards and bowed his head.

Her mind, which had fallen for a moment in a very embarrassing situation, slowly returned,

A word suddenly passed through Francis’ mind as he looked at the angel’s forehead, which was starting to distort viciously.

‘Oh, I had an accident.’

The habit of the immortal priest Emily’s mouth resounded in Shinsoo’s head, and the metamorphic Shinsoo, who sensed an unusual energy, ran with all his might and began to move away from the angel.

“… Dare, dare, dare! Are you plucking out my precious feathers and eating them? I will cut off your head today, cook it and eat it!!!”

Her wings trembled, with the feathers she had always carefully trimmed before going to sleep, and her wings trembled, and a more irritating voice came from behind her, who was trying to chase after the damn god by forcing her weak legs.

“… loosing.”

How? Whoops?

Who dares to blaspheme against the great celestial pillar?

Jeepnel, more angry than when he was fighting Julius, turned his head wildly, and made eye contact with the silver-haired priestess, who giggled and smiled with her hands raised as if a child was being punished. .

A bizarre situation with a sense of déjà vu.

With the same feeling as before, Jeepnell grabbed the back of her neck at the slight pain she felt in the back of her neck, and gave a small brainstorm to Emily, who was acting like a clown.

“…what else are you doing there?”

“Ah… that, me. Because of my son, the angel is not talking, so I am asking for forgiveness on behalf of my mother.”

ask for forgiveness

As she said that, she couldn’t hold back her laughter and giggled over and over again.

Why are you smiling so badly?

Jeepnell, a woman with a wretched bone like a whole fried and golden-brown chicken, tried to say something to the unbeliever in front of her, but just shut her mouth.

After all, that woman is the body of her father’s favourite.

There is no one in the world who can kill that creature.

Infinitely resurrecting insects, there was no strength left to fight the stinky creatures, and the angel whose mission to save the world had withered away collapsed in his seat.

Shashak–.

Now the pit of the nightmare, completely shattered.

After feeling the warmth of the sunlight shining brightly on the vacant land for a moment, she turned her head and looked around the scenery.

Julius and Cecil were nowhere to be seen, but only his representative, Thalia, who was crying bitterly with his head on the ground in a fallen posture.

“Hey, it’s a very crazy situation.”

The angel, with a frown on his face as if he had a headache, touched my lips a few times for a moment, and secretly watched them from afar. She shouted loudly at Liliana.

“Don’t be annoying there and get out of the way!”

hey hey hey!

A beautiful woman who trembled at the angel’s shout and let out a strange moan, hurriedly grabbed her skirt and started running towards Yeongjuseong.

Yeah, that’s one of the 24 demons, so we have to catch him and kill him…

‘I said that I did that meeting! They have your child!’

While looking down at the earth from heaven, I remembered a scene I had seen indifferently as if passing by.

“… Ha, I feel bad. It’s hard to live as an angel.”

Shall I take care of you until the baby is born?

If it was a telmere, it sure would have been.

I’m a demon and Nabal, I need to rest for a while.

With that in mind, Jeepnell flopped back from her seat and sighed a little, looking up at the terrifyingly blue and wide sky.

“Telmere, you rotten bastard. So why do you die? A nerd who risk his life for love.”

After saying that, she slowly closed her eyes.

The energy of the clear water that can be felt lightly by the wind.

Breathing in the chilly air that makes you feel good, the angel who entrusted himself to the cold earth opens his mouth and hums a little, reminiscing about the past.

‘Jiffnell, you will surely become a good angel.’

Lalala–.

‘Would you like to hang out with a little petty creature for a while?’

Lala-.

‘… Please, please, be kind to them. My dear friend.’

… ──.

The fact that I desperately turned my eyes.

A small stone embedded in the heart that I always turned away from on the pretext of not knowing love.

“…Did I like you…?”

Whoa!

The cry of a little girl echoes in her ear.

It used to be annoying before, but for some reason it’s not bothering me at all now.

“… …あ.”

Angel of mercy and love, Jeepnel.

A cruel angel who always breaks the skulls of heretics like an iron man, and speaks with his mouth that he does not know anything about love.

Even for her like that, there were days when she wanted to cry.

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***

Step back in time for a moment, a woman crazy in love. Let’s take a look at Cecil Lionelta.

Her brown hair, which she had always cared for to look pretty to my husband, was in a mess. The cheap skirt has long torn sides so that the legs can be seen clearly, and it is impossible to see where the shoes worn on the small feet have gone.

A delicate woman who sacrificed her heart to beg for love. The Inquisitor’s wife looked at the blonde-haired man who was rushing towards her, and then she wiggled her finger, so that no one noticed.

── Tak.

As if something were intertwined, a light reverberation echoed through her body, and she suddenly became an abomination and didn’t even know what to say. Returning to her dignified appearance before fighting Thalia, she lied on the ground and pretended to faint.

It’s important from now on. He will surely run towards me.

After painstakingly erasing the illusion of Julius running away from herself and running to Thalia, she began to pretend that she was dying after a fierce battle.

A woman’s inner self, who did not hold her breath even as she confronted the vicar of charity and love.

Another self nestled inside Cecil. Archduke Nirhil sticks out his tongue and speaks nonsense towards her.

-You really are… No. speak up Is this another country? I feel like I’m about to cry

‘Noisy. I don’t want to look like a rough woman to Julius.’

Had he completely forgotten the fact that he had already shown his wild and wild side enough?

A woman’s heart seemed to be very complicated.

I hold my breath like that, lie on the ground and pretend to be dead for a while.

She lifted her slender body and felt the warmth of the man holding her in her arms, twisting the corners of her lips slightly and desperately holding back the laughter that was about to burst out.

won I won!

After all, Julius loves only me.

No other woman can ever melt his heart.

A prince riding his own white horse.

Only I can ride on his white horse.

In the distance, I see a black-haired girl running towards him, clutching a desperately sore body.

The cries of the old-fashioned priest not to fall for the detestable devil’s words.

Did her earnest heart reach you? Holding his shoulder and calling his wife’s name in a sweet voice, he turned his head to look at Thalia at the sound of his brother’s sadly resounding voice.

I mean it didn’t. Julius.

Your two beautiful eyes should contain only one woman.

Yes, Cecil Lionelta.

Only I deserve to be in his eyes.

Her slender arm, which did not even move no matter how much she shook, slowly rises and touches his face, and a sticky ringing in his ear, which has stopped at the woman’s warmth felt on his cheek, longs for love.

“Don’t look into other girls in front of me, Julius.”

Lips and lips touching in the blink of an eye.

The sweet scent of milk wrapped around Julius and made him dazed, and his tiny tongue, who was desperately knocking on the door, squeezed into her open lips and grabbed my husband’s tongue and wouldn’t let him go.

It was a sight that could have seemed quite dreary.

However, Cecil Lionelta is her husband. As if showing off Julius’s lips, he greedily smiled at the dark-haired girl who was looking at it from afar.

I really couldn’t stand it.

That day when my consciousness as a demon was still strong.

Thalia, the girl I saw when I was wandering around Kente’s market in search of him who had disappeared.

There is a degree to being arrogant, even standing next to Julius and daring to capture his image with dirty eyes in his mind.

A girl with dark hair who loses her strength and falls over at the shocking sight.

After watching this to the end, Cecil decided to focus on the sweet lips of her lovely husband in front of her again.

The immoral kiss continued until they suffocated each other, and after a while, Julius, who had barely escaped from my wife’s lips, looked at her and touched her pale, fleshy cheeks.

“Is your body okay? There are no injuries, Cecil.”

An interrogator who still speaks to her in a hard tone unlike the old times.

However, standing in those eyes was not the self of the past, but the present self, and Cecil licked my lips once and whispered a small whisper to him.

“It hurts so much Julius. It hurts so much that I can’t do it without you.”

I didn’t lie.

She was really, really, so heartbroken.

The town of Kente, where Julius was born and raised as a child.

Why wasn’t I there at that time?

In his precious childhood memories, there is no me.

There’s only one ugly black-haired girl.

A feeling of anger filled her heart, and she couldn’t bear her anger and felt the tears flowing down her cheeks. She buried her face in her husband’s arms and trembled slightly.

Julius, who was just watching the scene from afar, put her in my arms and hugged the small body of the weeping woman, and carefully placed his large hand on her back, and began to gently caress the child.

“…I don’t know what happened, but don’t cry. Aren’t I by your side?”

“… Julius, I mean… it’s too cold, I just want to go home.”

“Okay, let’s go back now. To the village of Kante.”

With a gentle expression on his face, he whispered in Cecil’s ear.

However, when she heard Julius’s whisper, her expression was distorted into a mess.

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Mila’s mansion where he was reunited with him.

Julius calls it home and tells me to return to it.

no.

Why is that place to go back to?

An ivy growing on a brown brick.

There’s a little swing that you and I always kissed secretly

Our secret base where the memories of boys and girls reside.

A place where a man and a woman became one.

The place I want to go back to is not Kent.

Our honeymoon in Dharkana.

Cecil’s sobbing, which had been heard from Julius’s arms, faded away, and as she gripped the collar of her black coat, which could be called his symbol, a small kiss on the nape of her husband’s neck, and exhaled a light breath.

“Julius. Can you fall into the abyss for me?”

Her whispers are incomprehensible.

However, his head, who swore eternal love, nodded without hesitation, and a satisfied smile was drawn on the corner of her lips, who saw this in my eyes.

“thank you. for being with me.”

please forgive me

This is all for our love.

──Shut up.

The void mixed with black and white energy centered on the foot of the Inquisitor who was holding his pitiful wife in his arms, shattered the earth, tore even the space, and slowly began to open a huge crack.

The sight seen through the cracks through which the light leaked is Darkana, the capital of Liriam.

A small two-story brick house hidden on the outskirts of it.

The road to the precious place of the couple’s memories begins to slowly open, and in Cecil’s head, who peers through the cracks with a happy face, the whispers of the devil are resounding in an urgent voice.

– To go to the capital is to break the deal with the saint. Would you even choose to be cursed for a moment’s pleasure?

The transaction between Saint Erman and Nirhill.

His words that forbade him not to bring Julius to the capital during the betting process.

Nirhill tries to stop her by stating the details of a deal that should never be broken.

However, she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut at the words of her half-body.

‘I know. You can’t forget that.’

– But then why?

‘Why, that’s natural.’

To keep Julius by my side forever.

I don’t want to go back to a place where memories of him I don’t know exist.

A place I didn’t know I didn’t know, where I had fun with Mr. Cryle and the naughty girl.

We can’t rekindle our eternal love in a place like that.

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Memories of him and myself that they do not know.

That place with precious treasures is the best place to start a new love just the two of you.

The deal is out of my business. i’m going back into the memories of the past.

Yes, even if you fall into a long sleep.

crisp–.

Now, from the cracks that have begun to grow out of control, you can hear the sound of crumbling ice.

The woman who fell into a sleep that might be a little long, stroking the face of Julius, who was just holding my wife’s body firmly while looking at it, opened her mouth with difficulty for the last time.

“So believe me, Julius. You will never leave me.”

I am a princess who is cursed to sleep forever.

You are the prince on a white horse who will wake me up.

Please wake me up with your kiss

‘Cause I’ll be waiting forever

Wow- the enemy–.

Eventually, the void land that could not withstand the rift that was calling out the third generation was shattered into space,

The path to the abyss of just the two of us for the priest and the devil was about to open up.

-… Really, you’re crazy in love. my half

Julius and Cecil’s bodies are slowly sucked into the crack drawn on the earth.

their own hell. into their own memories.

Cecil’s eyes slowly start to close by breaking the deal.

Desperately, she lifted her head up and caught the look of his confidently looking down at her in her eyes.

An attractive man with long blond hair, like a nobleman.

Power drains from his body, and a sense of helplessness begins to flow through the devil’s heart.

The stream of consciousness begins to break, and only darkness can be seen before his eyes.

A woman with brown hair begins to fall asleep completely. Cecil had a last bit of a random thought.

After all, Julius looks good with long blonde hair.

the idea that

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***

──Shut up.

A feeling as if floating in the air for a moment wrapped around his body, and the man in a black uniform landed lightly on the ground, giving strength to his body falling towards the abyss.

Julius, feeling the warmth of the woman hugged like a princess entrusted to the arms of a knight, slowly turned his head and looked around the place he had come from through the crack.

A gentle breeze blows with the scent of light ashes.

A small swing that has been knocked down by the cold wind makes a squeaking noise and clicks once or twice, and a small two-story house with ivy embroidered on red-brown bricks is reflected in his eyes.

Capital Darkana.

The Telmere Church’s chief interrogator.

Julius Tafnell and his lovely wife, Cecil Lionelta, live in their newlywed home.

A symbol of pain and despair that always struggled with longing for his dead wife until he was relegated to Kente village.

Julius, who came back to that place, felt a cold sweat running down his cheeks and unintentionally called out her name.

“…the Cecil.”

Why did you come here, obviously… He said he couldn’t go to the capital.

‘I can’t go to the capital. Because of the deal with my dear father, Saint Erman.’

Her voice, which had been muttering as she twisted her hair as if embarrassed in the village of Kante, enters his mind and begins to run through his mind constantly.

The devil cannot speak lies.

So, the devil must faithfully carry out the deal.

Because, breaking the deal soon turns into a lie.

“… Cecil, stop playing and get up.”

Julius calls out his name to the slender woman in his arms.

However, there was no answer from her, and only the faint sound of breathing passed through his ear.

don’t want to see

I don’t want to see your sleeping face again.

Cecil’s face, desperately bowing his head, moved his neck, which was not moving.

Really happy smiles come into my eyes.

Cecil fell into a long sleep with a triumphant expression as if he had become a king who had everything in his hands.

The golden beast looks down on his foolish and beautiful wife who is crazy in love, howls to wake her from sleep.

But unfortunately.

His roar did not reach the princess in her eternal sleep,

Only the starlight in the empty night sky, when the sun had set, was only a faint glimmer above the Inquisitor’s head.