Perfect Sin

As Levi struggle to live in the mortal realm ...Fate has started working out the magic for Jaceon ....

In the forgotten shadows of the Underworld, where time moved like tar and screams echoed through caverns like lullabies, a storm was brewing—not of fire or fury, but of loyalty.

Jarvis, the girl Jaceon once mentored, was no ordinary demon. She had trained under Ahzi—Jaceon's true infernal name—when she was nothing but a flicker of potential in the wastelands of hell. He had seen something in her back then, when no one else did. Where others scorned her weakness, Jaceon taught her strength. Where they pushed her down, he pulled her up.

And now, she owed him her everything.

So when whispers crawled through the hellfire winds that Jaceon had been imprisoned by the Devil himself—betrayed, chained, silenced—Jarvis didn't hesitate.

She searched.

For months she hunted through ash and shadow, questioned spirits, bribed lesser demons, and even threatened princes of the abyss. Most thought she was mad.

But madness was a small price for loyalty.

Finally, the truth emerged.

Jaceon was held in Mount Vatra—a cursed, abandoned mountain swallowed by lava and storms, where no being dared step unless commanded by the Devil himself. It was where traitors went to rot… and where legends went to die.

Jarvis climbed it alone.

The heat melted her skin. The air clawed at her lungs. But when she reached the peak and descended into the crater, she saw him—

Jaceon.

Chained at the center of a volcanic lake, suspended by molten links that burned his wrists and ankles, barely conscious. His wings—tattered. His voice—silent. His power—drained.

But his soul… still fighting.

Tears burned down Jarvis's cheeks as she raised her hands, chanting every forbidden spell she had learned, calling on every ounce of energy she possessed.

The lava raged.

The mountain screamed.

And then—crack!

The chains snapped.

The heat imploded outward as Jarvis collapsed beside him, bloodied and breathless, but smiling.

Jaceon's eyes fluttered open, his vision blurry, but when he saw her—

"Jarvis…" he rasped, voice dry and shaken.

She gave him a weak grin. "I found you… master."

Tears welled up in his eyes, not from pain but from something far deeper. He pulled her close, cradling her head.

"You foolish, brave girl… Why would you risk everything?".. Jaceon said.

"Because you did the same for me once… I wouldn't be me without you." she responded

"I would've died here," he whispered. "You gave me back my soul."

Jaceon held her tight, and as the volcano trembled with rage from the disturbance, he summoned the last of his restored power, cloaking them in dark energy.

"We have to go. He'll come for you now," he said, already feeling the Devil's wrath approaching.

"I know," she replied. "But I'd rather be hunted on Earth than lose you here."

And with that, they vanished.

Back to the mortal realm.

Back to where Levi waited.

Jarvis was weak, but alive. And Jaceon… Jaceon was free, though forever marked by the price of his freedom.

He owed Jarvis a debt no power could repay.

And now… he had to face Levi once more, this time not as a broken prisoner, but as a man reborn through love, sacrifice, and the flames of loyalty.

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Sooner than they expected , they reached the mortal realm ..they were all bruised .. especially Jaceon , He went to a nearby phonebooth by the help of Jarvis and called Monica ..

Monica reached there in her car ..faster than he thought she would be and took them home.

Jaceon was the first person Monica gave first aid the moment they reached home because of his bruises ..

Those bruises was not a pain compared to what he went through emotionally and didn't even want Levi to see him like this ...

He decided to go talk to Monica ...

The door creaked open with a faint groan, revealing the dim, warm-lit living room of Jaceon's apartment. Monica had just finished bandaging the raw, burn-like wounds on Jarvis's arms and wrapping fresh gauze around Jaceon's chest. His breath was slow and heavy, face pale, but his mind wasn't on the pain—it was on Levi.

"You can't tell him I'm back, Monica," he murmured, wincing as she applied a healing salve to his shoulder. "I need to repay my sins first. I can't face him until I've made this right. He… he deserves peace, not the storm I'm about to bring."

Monica nodded solemnly, her fingers pausing for a moment on the bottle of medicine. "Jaceon, he's not the distraction. He's your reason to survive."

Jaceon shook his head, eyes dark and burdened. "And that's why I can't see him yet. The devil will want blood… if not mine, then someone else's. I need leverage. A bargain. Something. But Levi? He's everything to me. I can't risk losing him."

Jarvis, lying weakly on the couch nearby, glanced over. "You're a fool if you think love is your weakness. It's your fire, Jaceon."

But even as those words settled in the room, a force stirred outside.

Jaceon sat upright suddenly, his body tensing. A faint heartbeat—one he knew better than his own—echoed in his ears.

"No… no, not now…"

Before anyone could stop it, the front door flung open with a loud bang.

There he stood—Levi.

His chest was rising and falling with rapid breaths, his eyes wide with disbelief and burning with every emotion all at once. Anger. Relief. Fear. Love.

He stared straight at Jaceon, wounded and sitting on the couch, eyes shimmering under the flicker of the apartment lights.

"You…" Levi's voice cracked. "You left me."

Jaceon froze. Time seemed to slow.

"You left without saying anything. You made me think you were dead, Jaceon!"

"Levi—" Jaceon stood quickly, then winced as the pain shot through his side.

"Don't Levi me!" Levi stormed in, voice breaking, tears slipping down his cheeks. "Do you know what I've been through? Do you know how it felt to wake up and feel you vanish like light sucked into darkness? I ran to your house—I begged Monica—but you were gone!"

"I had to go—"

"NO!" Levi shouted. "You chose to go without me. You chose to carry it all alone."

"I did it to protect you," Jaceon said, voice trembling. "If I told you, you would've followed me. And you would've died."

"I don't care!" Levi yelled. "You're not the only one willing to burn for this! I would've walked into hell for you. I still will. But you left me behind—like I didn't matter."

Silence fell like dust.

Jaceon's eyes filled with tears. His knees buckled slightly, but he remained standing. "You matter more than anything in this world. That's why I left."

Levi stepped forward, voice now quieter, raw. "And that's why you were wrong."

Jaceon's face crumpled as Levi reached out, gently placing a hand over the scar on his chest.

"I felt every second of your pain… don't you understand?" Levi whispered. "Our souls are bound, Jaceon. There's no saving me without you. And there's no saving you without me."

Monica and Jarvis quietly stepped out, giving them space.

Jaceon let out a breath that was half sob, half surrender. "I didn't want you to see me like this."

"I don't care if you're scarred, broken, or bleeding," Levi whispered. "I just want you alive… and beside me."

He leaned in and hugged Jaceon, wrapping his arms around him with such warmth that it shattered all the coldness left in Jaceon's heart.

Jaceon collapsed into him.

They stood there, two souls aching, finding solace in each other's arms.

And in that moment, Jaceon realized—maybe he didn't need to do this alone after all.

Because sometimes love wasn't the shield behind which you hide… it was the sword you carried into battle.