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joy.
And the devil.
These two contradictory words brought to mind a terrible scene.
What does it mean for the devil to be happy? Torture, slaughter, cannibalism, shooting… etc.
I thought that perhaps the devil of pleasure I was looking for was the most hellish hell.
There was no one left to harm me in this mess of hell. The order of these beasts was neater than that of human society. I was the king and god to those who cut down countless enemies and stood at the top. It’s not my mistake. As we entered the area ruled by the Demon of Nak, what happened became clearer.
Before facing the devil of pleasure, a guiding devil approached.
Unlike other demons, the old gentleman with horns was extremely rational and polite.
He politely tried to guide me to his master. There was no lie in his favor. He felt nothing but fear and respect for me. The ‘Street of Delight’ he named was different from what I expected. It was too worldly to be the devil’s pleasure. I don’t know who created this place, but I couldn’t believe it was the devil. The streets of pleasure were more familiar to me as a human being.
The devil does not enjoy the taste of food. However, all the restaurants on this street looked too delicious, as if they were made by top chefs, to be considered hell. I was surprised that a ‘restaurant’ existed in hell in the first place. After passing the food street, we came to a street where lights were installed tightly. Speakers and lights. Thumping music. What we commonly call club music on Earth.
It is natural that the devil’s civilization is far removed from the civilization of this world. The devil transcends dimensions. Before they were trapped in hell by the Three Gods, their hunting ground was ‘another world’. Demons also existed on the parallel Earth contacted by Kraken. It is not strange that different cultures were mixed in. The problem is that it was ‘created’ with such clear intent. The devil of pleasure was spreading the joy of food and music to the devils.
The demons danced to the song.
When I appear, they stop dancing and bow their heads.
politely. A silent salute to the king.
These were different from the devils I knew.
The street demons were no different from humans except for their horns and tails.
Human-like dress, human manners, human ‘pleasure’ –
I asked the demon guide.
“Who taught you to have fun?”
The devil smiled and answered.
“The Enlightenment revealed joy.”
The streets of revelry were clearly far from the pleasures of the devil. The joy and pleasure created here were clearly close to human desires. Songs, dances, food and all means for temporary pleasure. Demons who faint from drugs and people who shake their hips constantly. The devil loves destruction. It is rare to be driven by such a simple desire. However, all the demons on this street purely enjoyed lust. Pleasure that is not yours. Is this the power of ‘fak’?
My thoughts became more certain when I passed through the gambling and red-light district and arrived at the ‘castle’ where the devil of pleasure resides. The owner of pleasure may not be the devil. I know that demon hybrids exist. Is he mixed race? The one who taught human pleasure to the devil. Furthermore, he may not even be a human from ‘this world’. I looked at the devil’s castle and scratched the back of my neck.
The Devil’s Castle was called this in ‘My Hometown’.
high rise.
Or a building.
The golden hallway was decorated with works of art. After passing through a very worldly space that did not belong to the devil, I arrived at the ‘elevator’. The guide devil started the elevator as he was used to. After pressing the button to the top floor, I bowed my head deeply.
“Obow to the King!”
I held on to the closing elevator door and asked him.
“I am a human, so why do you call me king?”
He took off his hat, leaned on his cane, and smiled softly, not like a devil.
“It’s the same reason the king doesn’t kill me.”
The elevator door closed.
Slowly head to the top floor of the building.
I watched the street of pleasure through the glass window.
Whoever that guy is. It’s quite ‘Las Vegas’.
Ding-
As soon as I arrived at the top floor and the door opened, I came face to face with the man kneeling at my feet. He bowed down with his face on the ground and raised both hands to grab a turquoise bead that was clearly a sacred object of pleasure. It is truly a posture of perfect submission. This is the appearance of a flawless loser. If he were the devil, there would be no need to talk to him. After taking the holy relic, I stood in silence and observed him. The essence has not changed. He is clearly human.
I grabbed his wrist and lifted him up.
“Great king! “O king!”
He closed his eyes tightly, trembled, and cried out for the king.
He was more scared than a rabbit caught in the hands of a hunter.
“Don’t be scared.”
I brought out the warmest energy I had.
He opened his eyes at the warmth of his skin and made eye contact with me.
The man was an ordinary human being. He is an Asian man who looks about 30 years old. What’s unusual is the outfit. He is a typical ‘sailor man’ wearing a dark blue two-button suit. The man started screaming as soon as his eyes met.
“Forgive me! How dare you respect the king… … .”
“I am human too.”
“yes?”
I found this unexpected situation interesting. The person who possesses the sacred object of pleasure is human. And maybe they are not humans from ‘this world’. Humans from another world. For example, he might be someone who came over from the Earth I used to live on.
The man came to his senses and looked at me carefully and slowly with frightened eyes.
He was ordinary and had no ability to read energy. I was human, at least on the outside. I spoke in a kind tone to the doubtful man.
“There are many ways to prove that I am human, but I don’t think I need to. “I’m sure you understand, what’s your name?”
“I asked your name… … ! Oh my god. The devil doesn’t care about human names! Really human… “A human?”
“Polestar. Pillar of Dawn. what. “You’ve probably heard about it.”
The shock of hearing my name was not noticeable through the man’s puzzled expression.
“Then you…” Are you a ‘warrior’?”
Instead, hope began to grow on his face.
“Warrior… “Ramen, well, he’s closer to being a hero.”
“I see. Since there are devils, there must also be heroes! Finally, the ending of this damn fantasy reincarnation… … !”
I thought about seeing him happy.
That man must have lived a very strange life.
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There was a parlor in hell.
I don’t know what he prepared the living room for.
I thought it was a great reception just to have two things in hell: tea and food.
“haha. “You could say I was scouted by the devil-”
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When I asked him why he was in hell, he answered with a hollow smile.
“The devils didn’t know how to use ‘Nak’.”
The man’s name is Chei Cho.
As soon as Chey Cho realized that I was not a danger to him, he continued the conversation cheerfully. He must be said to have survived hell as a human, but he was a person who was quick to adapt.
“For them, pleasure usually means massacre, destruction, and destruction. ‘Nak’ has become the object that has caused the most wars in Hell just by its mere existence. Haha, can you believe it? Joy becomes the root of war. The reason the demons kidnapped me was to find ‘joy.’ So I… “I did what I do best.”
Chey Cho looked out the window. Tall buildings, a sparkling entertainment district lined up below. Human pleasures that demons don’t know about. Is it the power of ‘pleasure’, or is it the nature of demons? He brilliantly transplanted the primal pleasures of man into hell.
Let’s say it’s a victory for a few humans.
A human being kidnapped by the devil to find joy.
He uses pleasure as bait to make demons his subordinates.
“That’s amazing. “In many ways.”
Chey Cho looked at the hellish entertainment district he had built and spoke with a shudder.
“I have lived as a king for a long time in this damn hell without ever getting old. The devils wanted pleasure. I like gambling, drugs and. If you teach me various pleasures. In return, small ‘by-products’ were distributed. However, this is not living even if you live. It is provided for the idiots who are trapped in a nice prison and cannot enjoy themselves… “Hmm, I’m sorry.”
He survived hell, but contrary to my expectations, it seems he wasn’t a ‘victor’.
It is said that the demons kept him alive because he knew how to use the holy relics of pleasure, but they continued to demand pleasure. When you slowly reach your limit. He said he had heard rumors that a ‘king’ had been born, and that he was heading to the entertainment district one last time after killing all the lords of hell. He said he was really surprised to meet me just when he thought he was going to die like this because he had no place to run to.
“You are not a resident of this world. Where are you from?”
Chey Cho took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead.
“earth… It’s a planet called It’s a very different place from Polestar’s world. Although it is very far away. My hometown was also invaded by demons. I’m just a manager at National Gaming in Macau, but they kidnapped me for some reason… Anyway, that’s how it happened.”
He thought I wouldn’t understand and stopped talking.
But I wanted to hear more explanation.
“What is the Earth like there… “Is it Earth?”
“yes? “Do you know about Earth?”
I shrugged and mentioned a few elements of the ‘civilization’ of my planet.
Iphone. google. Amazon. Facebook. Tick-tock. Well, something like that.
Chey Cho was shocked for the second time. He spoke at a speed that made her bite her tongue.
“There are a few differences, but these are definitely companies that exist. Yes, I think you are referring to the iPhone manufactured by Pineapple. Google is Google. Oh my, this is amazing! How do you know about Earth?”
Pineapple, that’s not even funny.
Well, it must be a different Earth from the one I lived on.
“Premier League.”
“Do you mean British professional football?”
“Which team has the most wins?”
“That’s right, Tottenham, where Asia’s pride ‘Son Ji-sung’ was active… … .”
what? Tottenham? It’s definitely a different world.
It’s a different world from the Earth I lived on.
“I enjoyed the conversation.”
I was interested.
Chei Cho decided to send me to the world he lived in when I become king.
He took out the holy relic of pleasure he had received from him and began the final step to becoming king.
Finally, it is the final holy relic.
If I only absorb the holy relics of pleasure, I will absorb all the devil’s pieces.
Become a ‘black person’. As the king of demons and the master of this hell.
“hmm.”
After rolling the holy object around in my palm, I shrugged and swallowed it in one gulp.
“Something… … .”
the feeling is.
It seems like it’s coming.
“Are you okay?”
Cheycho’s worried face.
I nodded casually.
“It’s no big deal.”
Chey Cho’s face distorts.
“Your face… … .”
Eventually, he becomes shocked and runs back.
Why are people living in hell so embarrassed?
I felt something was strange.
mirror.
I got up from my seat and looked at the window.
My face reflected in the window.
“Ugh.”
During my sensitive teenage years, acne appeared on my face.
It’s not at that level.
I observed the face closely.
I gradually feel disgusted, surprised, and ‘f*cked.’
My face broke out like acne. one two. It spread quickly.
Dozens of small ‘faces’ sprouted and slowly grew into tumors.
All the little faces were mine. My face when I’m sad, angry, or smiling.
“why… … .”
[why… … .]
As I spoke, dozens of little faces also spoke.
“no.”
[no.]
The face continued to proliferate.
A small face begets a small face. A raised face fills the face.
Hundreds of eyes are looking at me from beyond the mirror.
“no!”
[no!]
face.
You have to rip it out.
Buuuuk!
The face was torn off. She was in no pain. That made her even more disgusting. Just like peeling off the skin from a burn, tear off the skin on the face and pop the boil. My faces were in pain. It’s disgusting.
Sigh!
Every time I ripped open my face, blood spurted out. I was so shocked that it made me dizzy, and I was so disgusted that vomit rose up to my chin, but I couldn’t stop my actions. If I left it like this, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to distinguish my real face among the many faces. That should be it. Everything will be taken off and thrown away. If you tear off the skin, only one will remain. Eventually.
fantasy,
