The realm of Pride was a kingdom built on fractured shards of despair and betrayal, the sharp edges of ambition and cruelty cutting deep into anyone who dared to enter. Darkness clung to every surface like a second skin, yet the walls shimmered with an unnatural glow, casting long, sinister shadows. It was a place where power reigned supreme, and fear was the law. Here, no one survived without submission—except for one being.

At the heart of this ominous domain sat Min Yoongi, the embodiment of Pride, known as Lucifer. He was more than dangerous—he was lethal. His long, flowing black hair cascaded down his back like a raven’s wings, framing a face that was both ethereal and terrifying. His eyes were pools of endless darkness, devoid of warmth, compassion, or remorse. To look into them was to face one’s deepest fears.

Yoongi sat on a throne carved from obsidian, his fingers lazily tracing the sharp edges of the armrests. He was cold, calculating, and completely detached from any form of empathy. His intelligence and cruelty were unmatched, making him the most dangerous of all his brothers. He ruled through fear, not respect, and he cared for nothing and no one—except his own power.

A figure stood before him, radiating a different kind of darkness—Eun-hee. She was beautiful, with long black hair, pale skin, and sharp, calculating eyes that gleamed with a dangerous intellect. Her beauty, however, was a mask that hid her manipulative and sinister nature.

Eun-hee was obsessed with Yoongi, not out of love, but out of a twisted desire for power and control. She had once been close to him, but her selfish actions had cost someone dear to Yoongi their life.

The truth was far more complex—Yoongi himself had made a mistake that led to their death, but Eun-hee had been the one to set it in motion.

Despite her treachery, she remained by his side, clinging to the remnants of what she thought was power. In reality, Yoongi kept her around for his own amusement, using her as a tool for his cruelty.

"You always think you’re so clever, don’t you, Eun-hee?" Yoongi’s voice was like venom, dripping with mockery. He didn’t even look at her, his eyes focused on the flickering shadows in the corner of the room.

Eun-hee stood tall, her hands clasped in front of her, but there was no fear in her eyes—only cold calculation. "I don’t think, Yoongi," she replied, her voice smooth as silk. "I know. It’s why you keep me here, isn’t it? Because no one can match me in the games we play."

Yoongi let out a low, chilling laugh, finally turning his gaze to her. "Games? Is that what you think this is?"

Eun-hee smirked, a dangerous glint in her eye. "Everything is a game, Yoongi. You taught me that."

Yoongi rose from his throne, his long hair falling around his face as he took slow, deliberate steps toward her. "The only reason you still breathe is because I enjoy watching you squirm," he said coldly. "Don’t mistake my indulgence for trust or forgiveness. You are nothing to me."

Eun-hee’s smirk faltered slightly, but she quickly masked it with her usual facade of confidence. "I know what I am to you, Yoongi. I always have. But that doesn’t change the fact that you need me, whether you admit it or not."

Yoongi’s eyes darkened, and in an instant, his hand was around her throat, lifting her off the ground with terrifying ease. "Need you?" he hissed, his voice low and menacing. "The only thing I need from you is your suffering. You exist because I allow it, Eun-hee. Never forget that."

Despite the pressure around her throat, Eun-hee managed a defiant smile. "And yet... I’m still here, aren’t I?" she rasped. "You could have killed me long ago, but you didn’t. You need me, Yoongi. Even if it’s only to remind you of your own power."

Yoongi’s grip tightened, but there was a flicker of something behind his eyes—something far darker and more complex. He despised Eun-hee, not just for what she had done, but for the reminder she served. Her actions had led to the death of someone important to him, someone he had cared for in his own twisted way. And yet, his own pride had played a role in that death too—a fact he could never fully accept.

With a sneer, he dropped her to the floor. Eun-hee gasped for air, but even now, there was a glint of triumph in her eyes.

"Get up," Yoongi ordered, his voice cold and commanding. "Before I decide you’re not worth the trouble after all."

Eun-hee rose to her feet, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. "You’ll never get rid of me," she said, her tone dangerously sweet. "Not until I’m the one to finally break you."

Yoongi’s eyes flared with anger, but before he could respond, the air in the room shifted. A dark mist swirled in the center of the chamber, slowly taking the form of a faceless messenger cloaked in shadows. It bowed low before addressing Yoongi.

"Lucifer," the voice rasped, its tone echoing eerily in the chamber. "Your father, the Demon King, commands your presence in Aachen. It is time to return."

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of disdain crossing his face. He detested taking orders, even from his father. Still, the message intrigued him. What could his father possibly want now, after all this time?

"I follow no one’s orders," Yoongi said coldly, his voice filled with arrogance. "Not even the Demon King’s. But... I’ll go. When I decide it’s time."

The faceless figure bowed again before dissipating into the air, leaving only a cold chill in its wake.

Eun-hee watched Yoongi carefully, her sharp eyes never missing a beat. "Are you really going to defy your father?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity.

Yoongi smirked, turning his back on her as he walked toward the large windows that overlooked his dark kingdom. "Defy? No. I’ll go," he said, his voice soft but filled with malice. "But not because I was ordered to. I have my own reasons."

Eun-hee stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with interest. "And what are those reasons?"

Yoongi glanced over his shoulder, a cold smile playing on his lips. "I have some unfinished business with my brothers," he said darkly. "And I intend to settle it."

The mention of his brothers brought a wave of anger surging through him. He hated them—every single one of them. They were weak, pitiful, each one more pathetic than the last. And the one he despised most of all was Taehyung—Wrath.

"He thinks he’s strong because of his anger," Yoongi muttered to himself, his hands clenching into fists. "But Wrath is nothing without Pride. I’ll remind him of that soon enough."

Eun-hee watched him with a dangerous glint in her eye, already plotting her next move. She knew better than to cross Yoongi openly, but she was always scheming, always looking for a way to turn the tables in her favor.

"You’ll be careful, won’t you?" she asked sweetly, though her words were laced with hidden intent.

Yoongi scoffed. "Careful? I don’t need to be careful, Eun-hee. I am Lucifer, the embodiment of Pride. No one, not even my father, can stand against me."

As he turned back to the window, staring out into the endless darkness, a cruel smile tugged at his lips.

"And when I’m done," he whispered to himself, "they will all bow to me."

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The Demon King’s castle was a realm of imposing grandeur, its high towers and darkened halls radiating an air of ancient power and foreboding. Y/N, newly arrived and still acclimating to her surroundings, marveled at the palace's opulence. The flickering light of the torches cast long shadows, creating a mysterious and almost hypnotic atmosphere. Her thoughts, though focused on the new and strange environment, were interrupted by Milly, her fairy companion, who fluttered beside her with a soft glow.

“This place is like nothing I’ve ever seen,” Y/N said, her eyes wide as she took in the intricate tapestries and towering statues that adorned the halls. “It’s both beautiful and intimidating.”

Milly, her delicate wings fluttering gently, responded, “The palace mirrors the essence of the Demon King’s power. It’s a realm where every shadow and every whisper holds a story. Have you learned more about your brothers from the information I shared?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes, I have. The descriptions of my brothers are… overwhelming. I can’t quite grasp the magnitude of their roles.”

Milly’s voice took on a thoughtful tone. “Your brothers, each representing one of the Seven Deadly Sins, are formidable and complex. Jin, the eldest, is Gluttony—he’s driven by unending desires. Yoongi, the second, embodies Pride—he rules with an iron fist. Namjoon, representing Greed, is never satisfied, always seeking more. Hoseok, as Sloth, is indifferent and lethargic. Jimin, embodying Lust, is charming yet insatiable. Taehyung, representing Wrath, is fierce and tempestuous. Jungkook, the youngest, embodies Envy—constantly coveting what others have.”

As Y/N processed this, she was suddenly summoned to the grand hall. Her heart quickened with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The hall was a vast expanse, its grandeur underscored by the golden chandeliers and opulent decorations. At its center, the Demon King sat on a formidable throne, his presence commanding immediate respect and attention.

To his sides stood his three wives:

Kim Minsu, the first wife, radiated an aura of calm authority. Her serene beauty was accompanied by a discerning intellect, making her both respected and distant. She greeted Y/N with a nod of acknowledgment. “Lady Y/N, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Min Jin-sung, the second wife, exuded warmth and kindness. Her gentle demeanor was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the setting. She offered Y/N a welcoming smile. “Welcome, dear. I hope you find comfort in your new home.”

Park Ha-eun, the third wife, had a striking presence. Her beauty was matched by an underlying bitterness, giving her a more complex, somewhat unsettling aura. She smiled at Y/N, though the smile did not reach her eyes. “I trust you’ll soon adjust to life here.”

Y/N, keenly aware of the scrutiny in their gazes, greeted each wife with the appropriate respect, though a sense of unease lingered in the back of her mind. Her father then introduced Duke Byun-seok, a powerful noble and adviser to the princes. The Duke’s formal attire and commanding presence immediately established his authority.

“Lady Y/N,” Duke Byun-seok said with a polished bow. “It is an honor to meet you. Your father speaks highly of you.”

Y/N returned the greeting with courteous politeness, though her instincts warned her about the Duke’s unsettling aura. “Thank you, Duke Byun-seok. It is a pleasure to meet you as well.”

The tension in the room shifted as the Demon King prepared to make a significant announcement. His voice was deep and resonant, carrying an edge of authority. “I have an important announcement,” he declared. “The Sins will arrive in Aachen by tomorrow.”

The announcement elicited a wave of emotions from the assembled guests. Kim Minsu’s face softened with a mixture of relief and anticipation. Min Jin-sung’s eyes shone with both pride and hope. Park Ha-eun’s smile was laced with a complex blend of excitement and something darker, unspoken.

Y/N’s heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The prospect of finally meeting her brothers was both exhilarating and intimidating.

Kim Minsu approached Y/N, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Meeting your brothers will be a significant moment for you. We are here to support you.”

Min Jin-sung’s gaze was filled with genuine warmth. “This is an important occasion. I’m sure it will be a momentous event for everyone.”

Park Ha-eun’s smile was enigmatic and distant. “I hope you find your place among them.”

As the gathering began to disperse, Y/N’s thoughts were still occupied by the Duke. There was something about Duke Byun-seok’s demeanor that unsettled her, though she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. Milly fluttered beside her, sensing her unease.

“What’s troubling you?” Milly asked softly.

Y/N sighed, her brow furrowing. “It’s Duke Byun-seok. His presence feels… off. I can’t quite explain it, but it makes me uneasy.”

Milly’s expression grew thoughtful. “Trust your instincts. In a place as politically charged as this, hidden motives are not uncommon.”

Y/N nodded, her resolve strengthening. As she prepared for the arrival of her brothers, she knew she would need to be cautious and navigate the complexities of her new reality with care. Her new world was filled with both intrigue and danger, and understanding her place in it would be crucial for her survival and success.

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