"True evil is, above all things, seductive."

"Do you like what you see?"

My hands slithered under his shirt, long red nails gliding across his back. Lips slightly parted in awe, his glistening eyes were fixated only on me.

"Definitely." he whispered under his breath, nodding slowly.

I swooshed my body to the slow and sensual song, turning around for him to take a good look at me. I put my hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, then raised my gaze shyly, looking at him under the heavy fake eyelashes.

"Tonight's your last night as a single man," I purred, my eyelids embellished by the dark smokey eye make-up on them and my lips curled into a seductive smile. "That's kind of a big thing."

"Yeah, whatever." he shrugged nonchalantly, gulping heavily as I grabbed on his tie, slightly pulling it towards me and wrapping it around my wrist.

The hunger blazing in his darkened orbs was enough to tell me he was only halfway present in this conversation. In his mind, he already had me bent over in front of him.

As if.

I intensified my dance, twisting my body effortlessly from side to side. Separating my legs, I positioned myself so that I could sit in his lap and straddle him. His chest heaved, his breathing becoming deeper as I began grinding on him in a slow rolling motion.

Exhaling heavily, I leaned in closer to his ear and whispered in a low breathy voice.

"So does your future wife know you got your secretary knocked up?"

It took him a good couple of seconds to assimilate what I had just said. He withdrew slightly so that he could look me in the eyes, brows furrowed and jaw tightened.

"Excuse me?" he croaked, his hoarse voice completely overpowered by the music that was still going in the background.

God, how I hate it when they play dumb.

"Oh," I exclaimed softly, still sitting in his lap as my lips formed a small pout. "You missed out on filling her in on that little detail? I suppose you have at least told her about the eighteen-year old intern that you took photos of while fucking and then e-mailed them to the whole firm, completely ruining her life."

"What is the meaning of this?" face chalk white, his voice raised in volume as he started wiggling in his seat, but I got him glued to the couch. "Is this some kind of prank? Did my fiancée put you up to- "

"Or about all the times you've drunkenly booty-called your ex, reinforcing her delusions of ever getting back together? All the times you've lied to these women, deceiving them of caring about them when in reality all you wanted was to have sex with them?"

Panic-struck, he started shaking as tears filled his boggled eyes. "How do you know all this?" he rasped frantically, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. "Who the hell are you?"

"Oh sweetie, even if I told you, your pea-sized brain wouldn't be able to process it," a cruel sneer occupied my lips as I tightened my grip on his tie and pulled at it, his body jerking forward with the motion. "But I'll admit, you mentioning my birthplace was a good guess."

"Get off me-"

"Oh I will, once my job here is done," I grinned, letting my energy pour through every fiber of my human body. It always felt liberating to let my aura run loose instead of holding it back and now, it desperately wanted to make its appearance.

"Wha- what the fuck is this-" he stuttered, crippling fear plastered over his terrified face as he struggled to breathe as if he was being strangled. I could feel his urge to run and hide when my palm splayed against his heaving chest, my fingers sinking deep into his rib cage with no resistance whatsoever as if it were made of foam.

"Punishment," I gritted just as my aura burst through me menacingly, enveloping us both in a dark mist. I could tell by the terror registering on his face that my eyes had gone back to their natural flaming red color. "For all the women whose lives you've crushed and all the hearts you've left in pieces. In order to pay for this, you shall wander this world alone and unloved until the day you die."

"Are you the Devil?" he screamed just as I was about to clutch on his beating heart and squeeze it, irrevocably taking away its ability to love and be loved as I did so.

I chuckled darkly. "Oh, no darling. I'm not as half as merciful as my father."

***

"Done already, Skye?"

Climbing into the backseat of the midnight black SUV, I locked my eyes with the blond man in the rear view mirror.

"Don't call me that." I spat out, rummaging through my purse for something to take my makeup off with. How do human women wear this crap on their faces for a whole day will forever be beyond me. I could barely tolerate it for a good half hour. Being on this planet for a good millennium, I was starting to come to terms with the fact that I'd never understand this world's beauty standards.

"Why?" Yoongi snickered, his pale chiseled face illuminated by the street lights. "Isn't that your name?"

"It is at home," I grumbled, trying to unglue those stupid fake eyelashes from my eyes and not pull my whole eyelid off. This human form was one of my favorites, I didn't want to damage it. "Here on Earth I go by Faye."

Letting out another soft chuckle, Yoongi put the car into gear and started driving smoothly through the empty streets, stomping on the gas pedal.

Wearily, I pulled out a loose white t-shirt from my bag and a pair of sweatpants. I unbuttoned the long black coat which was the only thing I was wearing over my lingerie, and glanced over at Yoongi only to lock eyes with him in the mirror again.

"Eyes on the road, handsome." I frowned and slouched my shoulders, sliding down the leather seat so that I could disappear from his range of vision.

"What? You just danced for a stranger in your underwear and now you won't let your demon best friend sneak a peek?" he gave a playful laugh.

"Friend is the keyword here," I called out from the backseat, putting the t-shirt over my body. "And you're not sneaking a peek of anything before showing a credit card." I grinned once my messy burgundy red hair reappeared in the mirror and he returned the smile.

The truth was, me and Yoongi joked around like this all the time. Behind his tough façade and somewhere deep inside his dark soul, he was a kind and caring friend, perhaps my only friend.

Yoongi sighed as he steered the wheel, his gaze traveling back to me. I couldn't help but notice that he looked kind of concerned.

"Listen, Faye. Lucifer called. You have another target," he announced flatly, his voice lacking its previous playful tone.

"My dad called?" I was stunned. Being the daughter of Lucifer had its perks, but receiving my father's love and affections definitely wasn't one of them, so this random call definitely made me wonder.

Ever since I came to Earth, he hardly ever reached out to me, staying true to his initial disapproval of my decision to wander this planet and punish sleazy bastards. I knew he'd much rather I took over after him and stayed in Hell to help him torture those poor sinners there, but I felt there were more interesting things for me here. Eventually, he didn't protest much and didn't stop me – he had never been a controlling father and I appreciated this about him. I guess the sole fact that I was a Punisher like him gave him comfort that his daughter shared one of his interests at least.

"If my dad's the one to give us that task then I suppose it must be big. So who's the unlucky heartbreaker?" I could already feel the excitement pooling in my gut. I loved a good challenge.

Yoongi reached out for something in the passenger seat next to him and tossed me a folder. "See for yourself. I don't think we've ever had a case this severe. 18 broken hearts only in the last month. Women have been crying and weeping over him all across Seoul. Seems like a tough one."

"No one's tough enough for me." I smirked, taking the file in my lap.

Taking a look at his picture, I arched a brow. Not what I was expecting at all. Hmm. Not bad. To say that he was handsome would be the understatement of the millennium, and I've seen quite a lot of handsome men. I'd even say his features were almost angelic. Still, that didn't impress me much. What's the use of a beautiful exterior when what's inside is rotten?

I let my eyes roam the sheet, skimming through the words.

Name: Kim Taehyung
Age: 25
Number of hearts broken: 225

Frequently used excuses to break up:

"This thing between us, I'm not that into it."
"I'm afraid someone like you doesn't fit in my world."
"I don't feel like making the effort."
"Frankly, I'm just bored."
"I'm only looking for a little fun."
"I feel like you've gotten too attached."
"I just feel like I need to focus on my career right now."

Oh wow. I couldn't stifle a scoff. The good old career excuse. Really? He couldn't be a little bit more original?

What a fucking tool.

"This shouldn't be too hard." I commented, fiddling with the edge of the paper.

"I hope you're right, but I still think we should approach this with caution," Yoongi pursed his lips. "I mean, if your dad personally called for him then he must be a big deal."

"Hello? Did you forget I was the one who personally punished Casanova and Don Juan, the most notorious womanizers in history? This one will be a piece of cake, I assure you. I'll be done with him in a day." I scoffed, tossing the file.

Yoongi glanced over at me, dark orbs piercing through me under an avalanche of blond hair. "You certainly take up after your father in being this excited over punishing innocent humans." he smirked.

"Innocent? Please," I spat fiercely. "No one breaks a woman's heart and gets away with it without facing the consequences." I glanced down to look at the file again, contemplating the man in the picture. "And this heartbreaker needs a good punishment."

author's note:

and here it is, the first chapter of 'Hearteater'! mayhaps I already have other stories to write but I had some chapters ready for this one and I couldn't wait to publish.
tell me, what did you guys think of it?