How to Feed the Devil

Twenty‑eight past lives had carved deep, unhealing scars into his soul.

If it meant escaping the nightmares, he would gladly sell his soul to the devil.

And so, he went searching for the man he believed was that devil.

“Do you really know my true identity?”

“Do you really know my true identity?”

The Archduke—

a man infamous for his mad wars of conquest.

He had married six times, yet every bride died on her wedding night, each rumored to have been possessed by a demon.

“But Your Majesty, would you allow your contracted partner to marry another man?”

“No way. I have no taste for prey.”

Only later did I learn his true name:

Beelzebuth.

A god of the underworld—

one said to have vanished long ago.