The sky above Y/N and Min-Sung crackled with dark energy as they soared through the clouds in a magnificent flying chariot shaped like a fierce dragon, its wings cutting through the heavens with a powerful whoosh. The chariot wasn't made of ordinary metal or wood, but rather scales, black and iridescent, shimmering like oil on water. The beast seemed alive beneath their feet, every beat of its wings thrumming through the air as they hurtled towards Aachen, the ancient kingdom of demons.

Y/N's heart raced in her chest, a mix of excitement and nervous energy surging through her. She had never felt anything like this before. The thrill of flying on such a dangerous creature sent waves of adrenaline through her body. The dragon-like chariot twisted and turned, diving through the air as if it was dancing, and Y/N couldn't help but let out a laugh, her eyes bright with exhilaration.

Min-Sung, seated beside her, watched with adoration in his dark eyes. His daughter-after so long, she was finally at his side. The demon king, powerful and imposing in every way, softened whenever he looked at her. He reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder, steadying her as the chariot banked sharply to the right. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked, his voice a low, affectionate rumble.

Y/N grinned and nodded, her hair whipping around her face as the wind rushed past them. "I didn't know I could enjoy something so... wild. It's incredible!"

Min-Sung chuckled, but his amusement was short-lived as Y/N's expression turned more serious. She looked at him, a question forming in her mind, one she had been pondering since they began this journey.

"Father," she began carefully, glancing at him. "You said I have to meet my brothers. But how will I find them? I've never met them... I don't even know who they are. How can I reunite with them when I don't have any clue about their past, or mine?"

The question seemed to strike a chord in Min-Sung. His expression tensed, his gaze shifting away from her for a moment as if the weight of her question stirred something deep within him. He sighed, long and slow, before turning back to her with a thoughtful look.

"You're right, Y/N," he said quietly. "You don't know them yet. You haven't shared their memories or their pain. You've been kept away from the darkness that surrounds us, and that was by design. You were... safer that way." He paused, as though he was carefully choosing his next words. "But now, you have to find them. You have to understand them, just as they must come to understand you."

Y/N frowned, the uncertainty building in her chest. "But... how am I supposed to do that? Where do I even begin? I don't have any connection to them, not like they have to each other."

Min-Sung's eyes darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line as he seemed to weigh his next response. "That is something only you can discover," he said cryptically. "You must think and understand, Y/N. You will have to find your own path to them, just as they must find their way to you. I can guide you, but I cannot give you all the answers. Some things... must be learned, not taught."

His words left her more confused than reassured, a sinking feeling of disappointment settling in the pit of her stomach. She had expected more clarity, more direction. But all he had given her were riddles and uncertainty. She looked out across the horizon as the darkened lands of Aachen came into view-rugged, dangerous, and strangely mesmerizing. Jagged mountains jutted up from the earth like broken teeth, their peaks shrouded in mist, while rivers of molten lava glowed like veins of fire beneath the land.

"It's beautiful... and terrifying," Y/N whispered, half to herself.

Min-Sung nodded, pride flickering in his eyes. "This is Aachen, the kingdom of demons. Your home."

As they descended closer, the dragon chariot slowed, and the ground beneath them shifted, revealing a sprawling black castle surrounded by ancient ruins and forests twisted in unnatural shapes. The aura of the place thrummed with power, and yet Y/N felt a strange pull, as though this place was calling to something inside her.

Once they landed, Min-Sung helped her down, the dragon disappearing into the shadows as though it had never existed. Y/N could still feel her pulse racing, but the thrill was quickly replaced by anticipation. She had never been here before, yet something about this land felt oddly familiar, like it was stitched into the very fabric of her being.

Before Y/N could ask another question, Min-Sung waved his hand, summoning a small, fluttering creature from the shadows-a tiny fairy with wings that shimmered like moonlight. The fairy landed gently on Y/N's shoulder, and her delicate, high-pitched voice greeted her with a giggle. "Hello, mistress! My name is Mily, and I'll be helping you from now on."

Y/N blinked in surprise, staring at the tiny fairy who seemed far too cheerful for a place like Aachen. "Helping me?"

Min-Sung smiled, satisfied with her reaction. "Mily will be your guide. She knows these lands well and will help you find each of your brothers when the time is right. Use her knowledge wisely, Y/N, and trust her." He paused, watching as the fairy flitted about, inspecting Y/N from head to toe. "You'll need a friend on this journey, and Mily... well, she's more valuable than she looks."

The fairy giggled again, sitting herself comfortably on Y/N's shoulder. "We'll be great friends, don't you worry!"

Y/N smiled at the tiny creature, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. Perhaps she wasn't entirely alone on this journey, after all. But her curiosity remained.

"When will my brothers come?" Y/N asked, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of them.

Min-Sung chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned closer to her. "Soon, my dear. But your first visitor will be Beelzebub." His voice dropped as he added with a smirk, "You know him as Jin, the eldest."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the mention of her brother's name. She had heard whispers of him-the god of Gluttony, the one who ruled over endless feasts and indulgence. But to meet him in person? The thought both thrilled and terrified her. What kind of man was her eldest brother? What awaited her in his domain?

As Min-Sung turned to lead her into the castle, Y/N followed, her thoughts racing. The journey was only beginning, and with Mily by her side and the kingdom of Aachen before her, she knew one thing for certain-nothing would ever be the same.

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The great halls of Gluttony were filled with the heady aroma of roasted meats, fruits ripened to perfection, and wines that flowed endlessly from jeweled fountains. Silver platters gleamed beneath the eternal golden glow of chandeliers, casting a warm light on the endless feast that stretched as far as the eye could see. But amidst all the splendor, Jin sat alone, staring blankly at the grand spread before him.

For all the opulence that surrounded him, there was no joy in his heart tonight. He raised a goblet of dark wine to his lips, but the taste was bitter-like ash on his tongue. His hand trembled slightly as he set it back down, the weight of it heavy, as though he had just lifted a stone. Jin's once-impeccable posture slumped, his elegant robes hanging loosely from his broad shoulders. The kingdom he had built from indulgence and excess felt hollow.

Across from him, at the far end of the long banquet table, she lay-her form still as marble, her chest rising and falling in an almost imperceptible rhythm. She had been that way for what felt like eternity, locked in an infinite sleep that no magic, no amount of divine intervention, could rouse her from. She had been his confidante, his balance, his tether to something real in this kingdom of excess. Without her, Jin had been drifting, lost in a sea of indulgence, consuming more and more to numb the aching loneliness that had taken root in his heart.

He remembered her laugh, soft and full of life, how it used to echo off these very walls, cutting through the haze of his endless feast. But now, the halls were silent, save for the quiet clink of silverware and the muted shuffling of the servants. None dared speak, for there was nothing to be said. Even the servants had grown sluggish in their movements, mimicking the lethargy that had taken over their master.

Jin clenched his fists beneath the table, his nails digging into his palms, trying to feel something-anything-beyond this unbearable emptiness. The abundance of his kingdom had become a prison, every feast a reminder of what he had lost. He had no appetite anymore, no desire for the pleasures that once filled his days and nights. The once-vibrant lands of Gluttony had begun to wither under his neglect, the fruits rotting on their vines, the wines souring in their barrels. His kingdom was decaying, just as he was.

He stood abruptly, his chair scraping harshly against the marble floor, the sudden sound startling the servants. Jin made his way over to where she lay, her body serene and untouched by time, her hands folded gently over her chest. He reached out, brushing a strand of her hair from her face, his fingers trembling.

"Wake up," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Please... wake up."

But she remained still, her sleep unbroken.

Jin's knees buckled, and he sank to the floor beside her, his forehead resting against the cold marble. He was Gluttony, the eldest of his brothers, a god who could command the very essence of desire and indulgence. And yet, he was powerless against this. Powerless to bring her back. He felt the bitter sting of tears behind his eyes, but he swallowed them down, refusing to let them fall. He couldn't afford to be weak-not when his kingdom was crumbling around him. Not when the emptiness inside him threatened to swallow him whole.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a dark shadow in the doorway. One of his most trusted servants approached, holding a scroll in his trembling hands. The servant did not meet Jin's gaze as he presented the message, bowing deeply before retreating back into the shadows.

Jin unrolled the scroll, his eyes scanning the elegant script. The words were from his father-the Demon King himself. The message was brief, yet the weight of it felt like a stone in his chest.

Return to the Kingdom at once. We must speak.

There was no explanation, no further detail-just the command to return. Jin crumpled the scroll in his fist, a spark of anger rising in his chest. His father had always been an enigma, distant and cold, ruling from the shadows with an iron grip on his sons' fates. He had never cared about Jin's kingdom, about the endless feasts, or about the fact that Jin was slowly losing himself. Why call him back now? What could possibly be so urgent?

Yet, as much as he wanted to ignore the summons, Jin knew better than to defy his father. The Demon King's will was absolute, and his brothers had already learned the price of disobedience.

Jin stood again, casting one last look at her peaceful face. He hated the thought of leaving her behind, but something in his father's message stirred a sense of dread in him. Something was happening, something bigger than his own grief, his own decay. And for the first time in a long while, Jin felt a flicker of something other than hunger or sorrow.

It was fear.

As he prepared to leave the feast untouched, the halls of Gluttony grew colder, the once-warm lights dimming. The endless feast stretched on, but it had never felt so desolate, so lifeless. And though Jin had always prided himself on being the eldest, the strongest, the one who could indulge without consequence, he now realized how truly empty that power was without her by his side.

For the first time in eons, Jin felt like a child again-alone and lost, with nothing but the cold whisper of his father's summons echoing in his mind.

He turned away from the feast, from the endless gluttony that had once defined him, and began the long, lonely journey back to his father's kingdom.

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