When you try a cute Google "love spell" at 3 a.m., you don't expect it to work. you definitely don't expect a six-foot-two demon boyfriend to crawl out of your mirror, smelling like brimstone and heartbreak, calling you his "fated bride."
Now I've got seven days to either banish him back to hell... or admit that maybe I'm the one burning for him. Too bad no one warms you what happens when Hell falls in love.
1. Bad decisions and candles
The instructions read like a shopping list from Hell:
A red candle (check - cinnamon scented, a leftover from Christmas).
A personal object (I picked my ex's necklace, the one I swore I'd throw away but didn't).
Three drops of blood (ouch, but nothing I couldn't handle with a sewing needle).
An incantation in Latin so bad even Google Translate winced.
I set everything up on my coffee table, feeling half like a witch and half like an idiot. The city hummed outside my window - car horns, distant sirens, rain starting to tap against the glass.
"Okay," I muttered, "let's get this over with."
The candle flickered as I read the words. My voice trembled near the end - not from fear, but from trying not to laugh at how ridiculous it all was.
Then the flame went out.
A second later, it came back. Black.
And a voice spoke right behind me. Deep. Smooth. Dangerous.
- "Who dares to call me?"
I turned, heart punching my ribs. And there he was.
2. The wrong kind of perfect
Forget the horror movies. No claws dripping blood, no smoke curling around some grotesque shape.
He looked... human. Unfairly so.
Tall, shoulders broad enough to block the streerlight spilling through my curtains. Hair black as midnight, a little messy like he'd just run his hands through it. His skin was warm bronze, eyees molten red, glowing faintly like embers beneath a storm. Two small horns curved above his hairline - subtle enough to almost miss, if not for the way they caught the light.
I opened my mouth to scream, but somehow what came out was: "Uh... hi?"
He studied me like he already knew my next ten movies.
- "Name?"
- "Lena."
- "I am Nox, Lord of the seven temptations. And you... have bound me."
He reached into thin air and pulled out a black parchment. My name burned across it in crimson ink. Beneath it - my signature.
I blinked. "I didn't sign anything !"
- "Three drops of blood. Pact sealed."
That was the moment I realized I'd just summoned a demon.
Worse: he apparently thought he was my boyfriend now.
3. Roommate from Hell
Nox moved in like it was his legal right. No discussion.
Day 1: He "cooked dinner." The chicken floated above the table, flapping ghostly wings, and reciting insults in Latin.
Day 2: He "helped me sleep" by trapping my noisy neighbor in a circle of flames.
Day 3: He left a still-beating boar heart on my pillow. ("Romance is different where I'm from," he'd said.)
And yet...
He'd make tea when I looked exhausted - though it sometimes bubbled ominously. He'd watch my trashy reality shows without complaint, occasionally offering demonic commentary.
One night, we sat on the couch, my feet in his lap, watching rain streak the windows. He glanced at me, and for a second, the arrogance was gone. His gaze was so... intent. Like I was the only living thing in the universe.
Dangerous, I reminded myself. H'es dangerous. But danger has a way of feeling like gravity.
4. The first attack
It was 3 a.m. when I woke to freezing air pressing against my skin. My bedroom door creaked open.
A hooded figure stood at the food of my bed, voice like rusted metal.
"Lena. You've opened a door. You must close it before-"
They didn't finish.
Nox appeared behind them, his hand clamping around their throat. His voice was growl wrapped in velvet.
- "You made a mistake coming here."
The figure struggled, shadows twisting around them - then collapsed into ash in his grip.
I gaped. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"
- "A Hunter," he said smoothly. "They wanted to use you to trap me. They failed."
My stomach dropped. I wasn't just a girl with a supernatural squatter. I was a target.
5. The truth between us
A week later, I caught him speaking in rapid, low Latin in the bathroom, pacing like a caged animal.
"Nox... what aren't you telling me?"
- "Nothing."
"Don't lie to me."
He stilled. When he looked at me, the heat in his eyes was gone, replaced by something unsettlingly fragile.
- "The pact... binds me to you. As long as you live, I remain. But if you love another, I am dragged back to Hell. And I cease to exist."
That night, he kissed me. And I didn't pull away.
6. The day the sky bled
It happened on a Sunday.
The light outside dimmed unnaturally fast. The air thickened. Then the sky tore open, spilling a deep crimson glow across the city.
Nox appeared in full black armor, a blade of shadow in his hand.
- "They're here."
- "Who?"
- "The other Lords. They want to sever our bond - by killing you."
The streets below became chaos - creatures with bone masks and molten veins swarmed, tearing through cars and streetlights. Windows shattered under their screams.
"Stay behind me," Nox commanded. And then the world exploded.
7. The battle
Nox fought like war itself had taken human form. His blade cut through monsters like smoke, each strike precise, brutal, beautiful. The air reeked of ash and burning stone.
A beast lunged for me - all jagged teeth and too many limbs - and before I could scream, Nox's blade split it in two, the remains dissolving into black mist.
Another wave came. And another. The ground shook with every impact. His armor glistened with their blood, and still, he moved like nothing could touch him.
Until something did.
8. The spear
A spear of pure light shot from the sky, slamming into his chest. The sound it made was like the world cracking in half.
Nox staggered, his blade slipping from his hand. Smoke rose from the wound, the smell sharp and wrong.
He looked at me, and his voice was raw.- "Lena... say it. Say you love me. It will anchor me here."
I froze.If I said it, this nightmare might never end. If I didn't... he'd be gone forever.
My heart pounded so hard it hurt. Tears blurred the fire and blood."I love you."
9. The end that wasn't
The moment the words left my mouth, the world changed.
The crimson sky rippled, like a stone had been thrown into the blood-colored clouds. The creatures screamed - not in rage this time, but in fear - and scattered into the shadows they'd come from. The ground stilled. The air softened.
Nox straightened, the spear of light still lodged in his chest... but no longer burning him. His molten eyes fixed on me, unreadable.
Slowly, he pulled the weapon free. It dissolved into smoke between his fingers.
"You've anchored me," he said, voice low. "To you. Completely."
I swallowed hard. "So... does that mean you're-"
"Yours," he finished.
It should have terrified me. Maybe it did, somewhere under the adrenaline and the chaos still buzzing in my veins. But when his hand cupped my cheek - warm, solid, alive - the only thing I felt was relief.
The city outside looked almost normal again. Sirens wailed distantly. People would wake tomorrow and convince themselves it had been a bad storm, or a blackout, or a nightmare. Humans are good at pretending.
But I couldn't pretend anymore.
We didn't speak as he walked me back inside. My apartment was a wreck - broken glass, scorch marks, a very dead potted plant - but it was ours now.
He stood in the doorway, as if waiting for me to tell him to leave.
Instead, I stepped forward, pressed my forehead to his chest, and whispered, "Guess you're my problem now."
His laugh was soft, almost human. "And you are mine, fated bride."
Maybe I'd banish him someday. Maybe I wouldn't. But for now, Hell could wait.