My Wife Is the Devil

“…you have done something outrageous, my demigod.”

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In the middle of a magnificent banquet hall where only admiration leaks out of your mouth and only the words that you are huge will come out of your mouth.

Nirhill, who was standing in front of a long table that kept the years inside of him, as if it had been carved out of a large old tree, forcibly swallowed a sigh that was about to burst out.

Cecil Lionelta.

A poor woman who is close to madness, longing for love.

As she became one with the nightmare, she became more and more willing to do anything to achieve eternal love with Julius.

Now, he was trying to hold him by driving himself to his limbs.

“…Or, is all of this a predestination harmony?”

The dark-eyed woman, completely engulfed by the table and losing its light, blinked her eyes a couple of times, raised her hand gracefully to cover her yawning mouth for a moment, then slowly rose from her seat and began to walk towards her bedroom. .

A strange space surrounded by doors on all sides.

The abode of nightmares in the dream world, which looked like it was modeled after a gigantic castle, took on the form of a bizarre word.

All you see are the doors.

Even where there should be a window, the door is located, and on the floor of the hallway where the red carpet should be laid, there are only doorways with no pattern attached to it.

-Ttogak

-Ttogak

The sound of small footsteps echoing from the abode of an eerie demon without a single point of warmth.

Nirhill’s footsteps, who had been walking like that for a long time, stopped silently in front of a certain door.

[nightmare]

As if this could be her room, a black door with the word ‘Nightmare’ written in old-fashioned handwriting.

She tilted her head for a moment and looked into the empty hall of the palace, where there was no one there.

A woman in eternal sleep.

Cecil’s personality hasn’t come here yet.

It is a self-evident fact that if the noisy demon’s half-body comes, even the brief honey-like rest given to her will disappear.

Decided to enjoy a moment’s sleep, Nirhill carefully turned the doorknob and took a small step towards his bedroom.

What you see is just a black bed in the middle of a dark void and a cute doll with full cheeks lying on it.

A doll made by her as a puppet for her boredom, who was just spending time in the dream world.

her beloved husband. Picking up a doll modeled after Julius and holding it in her arms, she collapsed onto the soft bed as if she were suffocating and leaned in comfortably in the suma closing her eyes.

Today, by all means, I shrugged off the wish that I had a happy dream.

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“Now everything will return to nothing. Julius.”

A saint with brown hair looking at the man with a sword with a gentle smile on his lips and an expression like a kind sage.

Erman took his gaze away from Julius Tafnel, the inquisitor with short blonde hair, who was pointing in front of me with a holy sword dazzling with a five-colored light, and looked at the sky of Liriam dyed in ink in the distance.

Divine and Magi swirl, and the heavens and earth created by the Romans. A truly terrifying sight to return ‘everything’ that exists in it to nothing.

Looking proudly at his achievements, he slowly lowered his head and glanced under the wall.

Emily Lidina, who lost the power of immortality and died because her upper body exploded.

Hero Brukin, a hero who fought bravely until the end, but ultimately chose to die to save a man who was like my son.

A gray-haired Inquisitor with his left arm cut off. Cryle Raynell and the angel of punishment who died next to him.

Tafnel, an angel of faith, who died after being pierced by his own ship, and Jephnell, an angel of love who lost his infinite divinity and had his head cut off.

The angels and priests proud of the Telmere Church, who joined forces to stop the saint, all died.

Erman broke the truth of Rom, who made all his plans a success, and ruined the flow of time.

Before everything was destroyed, he finally asked Julius the only question he had kept in his bosom.

“Everything has already returned to nothing. Finally, I want to ask you a question.”

“… … .”

“You are the horse. Do you believe in predestination harmony?”

A single word that contains the secrets of the world that flowed out of the saint’s mouth.

Upon hearing his words, Julius silently raised the holy sword in his hand and whispered in a low voice.

“…even if everything is fate. There is only one thing I can do.”

I have a heart that will not change no matter what trials and tribulations come, and I carry out my beliefs.

“My dear wife. Keeping the oath to Cecil.”

Even if my existence is shattered and eons pass by.

I will love you again.

With those words, the Inquisitor did not open his mouth any further.

The five-colored nerondir in his hand pierced the heart of the fallen saint,

Eventually, everything faded like dust, and the world was filled with only ‘void’.

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“Priest Brukin! Now!”

The voice of a man with gray hair came from beyond.

A disciple like my son, the elderly priest who heard Kryle’s cry rushed towards the fallen saint Erman, wielding power as red as fresh blood flowing through his heart and power as blue as the ocean.

“It’s you, too. No matter how much time passes, its power is really difficult to counter.”

A saint tainted with evil who used magic to draw out the turbid magic from my heart.

Erman shook the corners of his mouth and laughed loudly, turning the fragments of the huge castle wall flying towards him back to dust.

“However, it is already too late. My belief is the Heavenly Great Father. The truth of Rome has been reached, and everything will return to nothing.”

A slightly chilly wind blew, the blue and wide autumn sky that seemed to pierce my heart was nowhere to be seen, and the sky of Liriam was filled with strange whirlpools painted in black.

Brookin did his best until the end, but could not stop the destruction.

“Why the hell?! Have you ever done something like this? Do you really think this is for Cecil?”

“Oh, Brookin. my friend Of course, all this is for the child.”

Ha ha ha ───.

A desolate, dry little laugh that came out of the saint’s mouth.

Eventually, everything began to return to nothing, and Erman asked Brukin the only question he had kept in his heart until the very end.

“Do you believe in predestination harmony?”

“Where is that, you f*cking bastard?”

A war hero who answers the saint’s questions without a single thought.

But his answer was only echoing in the void,

Everything eventually turned to nothing.

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“Julius, Julius! Erman, how dare you touch my son!”

A man with long blond hair who died after his heart was pierced by the dagger that the fallen saint hid in his arms.

The adoptive daughter of Rome, with beautiful silver hair, who was holding the body of Julius cooling cold and shedding tears of blood, is an elderly saint breathing slowly in front of her.

He spit out the curse word for Erman to tear his throat.

“Your plans never work. You, who killed a close friend, killed a resurrected daughter, and even killed my son Julius, are not saints!”

The corner of the saint’s mouth, whose heart was pierced by the holy sword, slowly rises as he hears her cursed words. As Emily rushed towards her with a grimace on her face like a demon, he asked her the only question she had been holding on to for a long time.

“Emily, do you believe in predestination harmony?”

The immortal priest, who lost his power and became just a slender woman, embraced the saint and threw himself under the high walls of Liream,

Eventually, as always, everything returned to nothing.

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“Let’s go to Cryle!”

“All right. Raynell.”

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“Liliana! Come on, kill Erman!”

“Tafnel, but then you!”

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“Erman, who dared to disobey Telmere and break taboos, angel of mercy and love. I, Jephnell, have come to punish you with my agent!”

“Inquisitor Thalia Zipnell, I will punish you for being tainted with evil and bring order to the world.”

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And as always, time passed again, and countless beings before the saint tried to kill him and save the world from destruction.

As if everything had been decided, the world was always turned to dust and filled with nothing but emptiness.

And again, eons passed, and at last the woman with brown hair stepped before the saint for the first time.

“… It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. father.”

“Hmm, there’s no reason to be called a father to a doll made from just a mass of corpses.”

A lovely daughter, Cecil, that won’t hurt even if you put it in your eyes.

Even though he could hear the voice of his living, breathing step-daughter from a distance, Erman simply sat on the wall from afar and looked at the sky of Liriam, which turned into a ball of dust.

“No matter how much you try to turn back time like this, in the end, everything just goes back to the beginning.”

“… … .”

“Actually, my father also vaguely noticed. everything.”

“It has been decided on a scheduled basis. Yes, I know.”

At Cecil’s words that the results of all his plans had already been decided, Erman, who had the truth of God in his mouth, slowly raised his exhausted body and nodded.

After a fierce battle, the saint’s white robes were stained with dust.

Erman, who had neatly trimmed his messy clothes, glared at his daughter, who had become one with the devil, and asked the only question she had in her heart.

“Nirhill, do you believe in predestination harmony?”

“… … I.”

I don’t believe in predestination.

Love isn’t something you just get.

Eternal love is desperately winning.

Even if the world kneels me and fate sings of despair.

“One day, I will surely be happy with my love Julius.”

Like the blonde haired man who swore eternal love, her face was full of conviction.

The fallen saint, who was looking at the woman with brown hair that looked exactly like his dead daughter, stepped back slowly and gave a sullen smile.

“…Yes, I have to do that to be able to call myself my daughter, Cecil.”

─── Puck.

The sound of something breaking in the silence.

The end of the saint who ended his life by throwing himself off the wall echoed in Cecil’s ear, and the demon who forcibly wiped the tears flowing down his cheeks fell to his knees as he watched the ‘world’ that had begun to turn into emptiness. .

“Lord, please save these lambs, and give my poor husband a happy future.”

Please give me an unbreakable belief that I have become a fallen demon.

I dare you to ask.

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In the beginning there was a void.

A world where no one speaks, and there is only silence.

In a world that sings of such stillness, ‘it’ suddenly opened its closed eyes.

Something black and sticky, as if it were a poorly imitated figure of a woman.

A legendary demon who was later called the King’s Nightmare and was feared by all before the opening of the Holy Age.

It, which had not yet received a name, got up from where it opened its eyes, tilted its head and looked around leisurely.

there’s nothing.

A world where only pitch-black darkness fell.

I felt a cold chill in my hand, something unknown only when I opened my eyes in the void, and slowly lifted up my small, blackened hand.

In the emptiness of emptiness, where even color does not exist, a chain that shines in silver as if boasting about itself.

The chain, which I had held dearly in my hand since waking up, had a strange shape, as if something had been torn off.

What the hell is this?

It’s a chain….

But what is a ‘chain’?

A nameless being who acts like a child who doesn’t know anything.

She nodded her head like an idiot for a moment, then gently tucked the silver chain into the pocket of my skirt.

I couldn’t remember what a skirt was, but somehow I felt like I had to call something around my waist a ‘skirt’.

Before long, the ‘Nameless One’, fully prepared to leave, just silently walked through the pitch black where nothing existed and nothing could be seen.

We must return to him quickly.

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My lovely husband Julius.

I’m his wife ㅁㅁ.

I have to go back to him.

The road is so long and rough, I want to sit on the floor and cry endlessly.

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My dear Julius, come quickly and find me.

Even now, it feels like you’ll hold me in your arms and whisper love to you at any moment.

I’m alone here

I’m so cold, please…

Call my name and hold my hand

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But what was my name?

In the ever-expanding void, the poor woman forgot her name.

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“Nirhill, are you sure you saw the real future?”

A demon with a black, sticky mud body that clumsily imitates a girl.

The third being to awaken from the void.

Arnhill, nicknamed filthy desire, loudly made a fuss about the devil who just pretended to be a woman looking at the horizon from afar.

The devil, who had been sitting on the wall with a thoughtful look, broke the chin of Arn Hill, which was clinging to his side, and whispered in a low voice.

“…Yes, I saw it.”

“…is that the end? All I could say was, ‘Yeah, you saw it.’?”

Arnhill imitates Nirhill’s tone while shaking his body in the shape of a lump of crushed clay.

Perhaps such a demon was not funny, the being called Nirhill simply turned his head indifferently and looked at the horizon again.

If you head over there, you will find the kingdom of Liriam, where he and I live.

No, it will happen soon.

You just have to wait a little longer.

Yep, just ahead…

We just have to wait another 1000 years.

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A woman who has been deprived of her throne and turned into a mere bastard, grabs the hem of the devil’s skirt, wears a crook, and makes a wish to her with the momentum to vomit blood.

“please please. Dear Nirhill. Please defeat the wicked king who forsook my father and devoured the world.”

“…I am the devil. But why do I have to comply with your request?”

Nirhil, who slowly lowered her head and just vaguely imitated the woman’s face, asked the princess of the exile.

At the pure question of the devil, the human child horribly twisted my face and whispered to her with a maddened smile.

“In return for the transaction, I will offer my very existence.”

‘Do you think an ugly devil would really like it if you dare insult my wife?’

‘It’s ugly! I am the apex of a demon, where there are only twenty-four in this world. To speak that way about me, who roams under the sun and is called the king’s nightmare. Isn’t it written in the Bible in the first place?’

… The King’s Nightmare.

Yes, I’m sure that’s what the dream-bound me called me.

If so, this must also be the way to him.

“Yeah, okay. In exchange for devouring your very existence, I will destroy the man who ascended to the throne you hate so much.”

The devil laughed with satisfaction.

Finally, in a little while, I can meet my lovely husband.

Yes, because there are only 500 years left.

Let’s enjoy a little entertainment.

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“Cecil’s… make a deal with me in exchange for Cecil’s body.”

The forbidden area of the Telmere Church, where only the saints know the location.

A being who has been sealed for 500 years in a statue that barely takes the form of a woman.

The demon, called the King’s Nightmare, barely endured the cheers that seemed to burst when he saw the gray-haired man.

The long-awaited moment has come.

An ugly woman who died longing for love.

Cecil Lionelta.

A representative of punishment who appeared in front of him with her body.

At the sight of Cryle Raynell, she felt the infinite joy that filled the void, and tears welled up in her eyes that didn’t exist.

Finally, I can finally see him again.

The man I gave my eternal love to.

The man who swore eternal love to me.

I can finally meet Julius Tafnel again.

Awakening from the void, enduring 2000 years.

Finally she was able to regain her name again.

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“Hey, it’s really cold. It’s autumn, isn’t it too cold?”

A beautiful woman neatly dressed in a white blouse and a cheap brown skirt.

Cecil Lionelta gently touches my ear that is red from the cold,

over the path. I looked at Mila’s mansion, which was slowly revealing myself, with an expression of emotion.

Now it’s really over.

A life like hell without you.

In the name of Cecil again, I will hold you in your arms, listen to the sweet words of love you whisper, and mix my body,

Let’s embrace each other’s pain and let eternal love sprout again.

Her brown skirt is fluttering in the wind, and the white blouse she has always worn with a soft touch caresses the devil’s wounds.

A plain wooden door without any pattern.

If I knock on this door, I can finally wake up from my eternal nightmare.

Yes, if you knock on this door, my prince who has been waiting for so long.

I can meet Julius Tafnel, my husband whom I love.

Taking a slow and deep breath, Cecil made up his mind.

Her tiny hand gently rises, and the hand and door collide, making a beautiful melody resound.

-smart

And a moment like eternity passes, beyond the door that has to be opened…

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“Do you believe in predestination harmony?”

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In the beginning there was a void.

A world where no one speaks, and only silence prevails.

Amidst such pitch-black emptiness, a demon who clumsily imitates a woman wakes up.

The devil dreams of Cecil.

Cecil dreams of the devil.

In the midst of infinity not knowing who came first or even the beginning, the devil forgets even his own existence… No, the poor woman gets up slowly, holding a small piece of chain in her hand.

I had a dream.

The dream of living as the wife of a fool.

I had a dream.

The dream of losing everything and living as a demon who wakes up in vain.

In a dream in a dream in a dream in a dream in a dream.

A life in which no salvation exists, but only to fall into a deep, deep abyss.

So she is called the devil.

Because that life is too painful to be called a human.

He was called by the name of an evil being, he was punished, and he lived that way.

I haven’t done anything wrong.

A woman who calls herself a demon, forgets her name and lives a life of emptiness hums quietly.

lala- lala-

In the distant future, an unknown congratulatory song resounds on the blessed day when beings called humans fall in love and bear fruit in their beautiful life.

The devil waits again for eons.

I want to hear the insignificant, small sound again.

-smart

A world where there is only the moonlight that subtly illuminates the dark night sky when the sun sets.

The devil gently knocks on the plain door that has no pattern.

And a moment like eternity passes, and beyond the door that has to be opened.

“who are you.”

A man with blonde hair who speaks in an inappropriately polite voice.

In the old days, my lovely matchmaker who grew up her hair to grant my wish, which I whispered as if passing by.

“It’s been a long time, I really miss you. Julius.”

After passing through an eternity of nightmares, he carefully steps into a sweet and happy dream.

“I’m so cold, can’t you let me go home?”

The years without you are so cold.

The loneliness that runs through my heart is so cold.

I want to be held in your arms

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Cecil Lionelta. Liream’s strongest heretic inquisitor, Julius Tafnel’s wife, and a being called the Great Evil Nirhil.

A woman of misfortune, imprisoned in eternity, returned to him after billions of years.

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Forgetting who I am, wearing my own corpse

The devil is back.

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Two insignificant knocks that raise the ancient demon who had been sleeping lightly.

Nirhil, who had forcibly raised the demon’s body, which was still languid, as the suma did not go away, slowly turned his head and looked around to see what the noise that dared to wake him up was.

– Tong Tong

A chubby doll leaping hard on the ground of the black void as if to let her know that she was here.

One of her treasures, named Julius II, eagerly informs my master that a guest has arrived.

“…I see, I see. It’s time to get up and meet my demigod.”

After stroking the cute and adorable little doll’s head a few times, Nirhil slowly took off the clothes she was wearing, cast a shadow, and began to squeeze the Inquisitor’s uniform.

A black-haired girl who is arrogant.

A girl named Thalia would never be liked, but the uniform she was wearing was just what she liked.

Although he is a filthy demon that is worse than a bastard, if he stands proudly by my husband in a pitch-black uniform, with his head lifted up,

Because they look like a matching pair just by their appearance.

A demon clad in an embroidered white underwear symbolizing a woman’s innocence slowly touches the Inquisitor’s uniform embroidered in the air with his hands.

Even though he was lost in eternal emptiness, and even forgot his existence.

The one thing I never forgot.

“I am always Julius. I am your lovely wife.”

The name of her, who draws her husband whom she loves and utters the word wife like a spell.

Certainly, Julius’ only wife.

It was Cecil Lionelta.