The vast, dark yet magnificent dining room of Aachen buzzed with a quiet, dangerous energy. The immense banquet table was laden with lavish varieties of food, enough to feed a realm, yet every dish looked like it held more than mere sustenance—each was a symbol of power.

At the head of the table sat the Demon King, Hwan Min-sung, his presence alone commanding respect and fear. His three queens, Jin-sung, Ha-eun, and Minsu, the mothers of the Seven Deadly Sins, sat with regal authority beside him.

Their eyes gleamed with superiority, their auras dark and commanding.

At the long table, Jin, the God of Gluttony, was already indulging in his feast, eyes greedily darting between plates as if nothing could ever satisfy his hunger.

Namjoon, the God of Greed, sat quietly, though his sharp gaze was never idle, calculating and cold, watching for anything he could claim as his own. Jimin, the God of Lust, had his arm lazily draped around Elyna, his favorite concubine, a woman whose heart was hopelessly entangled with him, though he barely seemed to care.

Taehyung, the God of Wrath, sat brooding in silence, his mere presence enough to send a shiver down anyone's spine, while Hoseok, the God of Sloth, leaned back in his chair, half-interested, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.

Y/N sat among them, so out of place with her innocent demeanor, her large curious eyes flicking between her brothers and the grandeur of the dining hall. She played with her food absentmindedly, whispering soft words to Milly, her fairy companion.

Her quiet amusement and small giggles softened the air around her, creating a stark contrast to the intimidating presence of her brothers. In the eyes of the family, her naivety was almost amusing, a kitten playing amidst wolves.

The tension in the room grew heavier, however, with one figure noticeably absent—Yoongi, the God of Pride. His absence lingered like a storm waiting to break.

The Demon King’s deep voice broke the silence, his tone calm yet heavy with authority. "Elyna," he addressed, his gaze fixed on the woman. "You are new here." His voice was deceptively mild, yet the weight of his words made the room still.

Elyna, sitting next to Jimin, lowered her gaze slightly, her fingers trembling just enough for those paying attention to notice. "Yes, my king," she answered with a soft voice, her tone respectful, but the hint of embarrassment was unmistakable.

She could feel the weight of their eyes, especially Jimin’s sharp glare, burning into her. She was new to the family, unknown to everyone except Jimin, and she struggled to maintain composure under such scrutiny.

Jimin’s eyes narrowed at Elyna, his lips curling into a slight sneer. "If you're going to sit at this table," he muttered coldly, barely loud enough for anyone to hear, "you'd better learn how to answer without shame."

Elyna’s heart raced, and she bowed her head, but the sting of his words lingered.

Namjoon’s cold laugh broke the tension, sharp and mocking. "Careful, Elyna," he said, his voice like ice. "Being here isn't just a privilege. It's a test. We’re not all so forgiving."

Hoseok leaned forward, his eyes barely opening, speaking in his usual lazy drawl. "I wonder how long she'll last. Not many survive being in Jimin’s shadow." His smirk was taunting as his eyes flitted between Jimin and Elyna.

Taehyung, who had remained silent until now, suddenly slammed his fist down on the table, the loud bang causing Y/N to flinch slightly. "Enough," he growled. "This isn't the time for your petty games. If she doesn’t belong here, the truth will reveal itself soon enough."

The Demon King’s eyes flickered towards Y/N, her innocence almost laughable amidst the brutal exchange of words. Yet, there was something about her, a quiet strength that hadn’t yet revealed itself. "And you, Y/N," he said, his voice softer, but still commanding. "You are too quiet tonight. Does the company not suit you?"

Y/N blinked up, startled, then smiled slightly, feeling the weight of their gazes. "No, father," she said softly, her voice gentle yet firm. "I’m just... learning."

The Demon King smirked, though it was impossible to tell if he was amused or indifferent. "Good. Learn well, but be careful. This is a realm of demons, not dreams."

As the words hung in the air, everyone continued their meal, the tension settling in a way that felt like the calm before a storm.

Elyna sat silently, avoiding Jimin’s gaze, her heart pounding. Y/N returned to playing with her food, though the atmosphere was no longer as soft as it had been before.

Milly whispered in Y/N’s ear, "Your brothers… they’re harder to read than the most complex spell."

"I’ll figure them out," Y/N replied with a soft determination, glancing at the empty seat where Yoongi should have been. "One way or another."

As the meal went on, the scarlet moonlight filtering through the grand windows shifted, casting the room in an eerie glow.

The air in the grand dining room grew thick with tension as Jin-sung, Yoongi's mother, broke the heavy silence with a venomous calm. Her voice, though composed, carried a weight that made everyone stiffen.

"Why is Eun-hee still here in Aachen?" Jin-sung's sharp gaze never wavered from the woman across the table. "She's the one who tore this family apart, poisoned the bond between my sons. Yet, she dares to sit here like a queen." Her voice dripped with controlled fury, but her words were as precise and deadly as a blade.

Eun-hee, unfazed, met Jin-sung's eyes with a mocking smile, her posture relaxed, as if the accusations were a game. "Ah, Queen Jin-sung," she drawled, leaning forward slightly, "It's your son-Yoongi-who keeps me here. You see, he still needs me. And soon enough, I'll be the wife of Pride himself." Her voice was laced with triumph, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

Before anyone could react, the sound of a blade slicing through the air rang out.

In the blink of an eye, Yoongi stood behind Eun-hee, his sword pressed against her throat. The sharp edge cut deep, and blood spilled from her neck, a crimson line staining her pale skin. The sight was grotesque, her lifeblood pooling beneath her chin, but her smile remained, twisted in its sinister defiance.

Y/N gasped, her hands flying to her mouth, frozen in horror as the scene unfolded before her. "No!" she screamed, her voice trembling, unable to comprehend the violence, the blood, and the madness that painted her brother's face.

Yoongi's expression was terrifying-cold, menacing, and utterly devoid of mercy. The dark gleam of his eyes reflected the scarlet moonlight, and the drops of Eun-hee's blood speckled his face like war paint. He looked lethal, the embodiment of Pride, standing over her like a reaper of fate.

"Never," Yoongi's voice was low, lethal. "Never think you'll be my wife. You can't take my wife's place." His eyes flickered with something darker, deeper something that sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. His words were cryptic, unsettling. What did he mean by that?

As he spoke, Eun-hee coughed up more blood, but her lips twisted into a defiant smirk. Before Y/N's horrified eyes, the deep gash on Eun-hee's neck began to close, her skin knitting back together, as if the attack had never happened. In mere seconds, she stood, healed, as though Yoongi's brutal strike was nothing but a fleeting inconvenience.

The room was silent-silent but for Y/N's heavy breathing. To the rest of them, it was normal, nothing worth reacting to. But to Y/N, it was a nightmare made real.

Jin's voice cut through the silence, sharp and authoritative. "Yoongi, enough." His tone was firm but not pleading. It was the voice of someone who knew the power of his brother but was not afraid of it. He stood up and moved toward Y/N, who was still trembling in shock. Without hesitation, Jin wrapped her in his arms, holding her close to his chest, shielding her from the madness around her. "You're scaring her," he said softly but clearly, his words meant for Yoongi.

For a moment, Yoongi's terrifying gaze softened, his eyes drifting to Y/N's terrified expression. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Instead, he lowered his sword, his hand trembling just the slightest bit. Something flickered in his eyes-regret? Pain? It was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

"Get her out of here," Yoongi growled, his voice returning to its sharp, dangerous edge, directing his command at Eun-hee. "You are not family. You are not a guest. You're nothing. Leave."

Eun-hee, still smirking despite the humiliation, stood up, wiping the blood from her throat as if it was merely dirt. "You can't escape me, Yoongi," she hissed, her eyes burning with dark intent. "I'll always be by your side, whether you want it or not."

Without another word, she stormed out, her heels echoing through the room. The tension lingered even after she was gone, the silence deafening.

Yoongi finally sheathed his sword and returned to his seat as though nothing had happened, his calm mask settling back into place. He didn't acknowledge anyone, not even the blood still staining his cheek. It was as if the violence had merely been a casual interruption in his day.

Jin, who had been cradling Y/N protectively, guided her back to her seat, his cold demeanor softening only for her. He glanced at her briefly, a reassuring look passing between them before he took his place again.

Y/N's heart was pounding, her mind racing with questions, confusion, and fear. Her gaze shifted between her brothers, but it was Yoongi's words that lingered.

His wife? What could that mean? She looked at him, trying to understand the mystery behind those dark, unyielding eyes.

But Yoongi, as always, gave nothing away. He sat back at the table, his posture relaxed, as though the bloodshed moments before was nothing but a fleeting inconvenience.

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