The Dark Abyss: Forever Lies "Between Two Realms: The Monsoon’s Whisper and the Underworld’s Echo"

The sleek black car rolled to a stop in front of his penthouse, its tinted windows reflecting the city’s dim glow. The night was quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic below. Stepping out, the heir of the Jeon family, Jk adjusted the cuff of his black shirt, his damp hair slightly tousled from the evening breeze. The security at the entrance straightened upon seeing him, offering a respectful nod. He barely acknowledged them, his dark eyes holding no emotion as he strode past, the soft click of his shoes on the marble floor echoing in the vast lobby. The elevator doors slid open silently, welcoming him into the dimly lit space. As the floor numbers ascended, his reflection stared back at him from the mirror-like walls—a composed figure, yet something unreadable lingered in his gaze. Upon reaching his penthouse, he stepped into the familiar darkness. The interior was a contrast of black and deep grey, the dim golden lights casting long shadows across the luxurious yet minimalist space. Large floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the vast cityscape, but he barely glanced at it. Loosening his shirt collar, he walked towards his private quarters. The steam from his shower still clung to the air as he emerged from the bathroom, now dressed in a loose robe. His bare feet touched the cool wooden floor as he approached the massive bed, sinking into it with an exhale. But sleep didn’t come. Instead, his thoughts drifted—to the enigmatic figure he had met at the party. Someone who neither sought his attention nor feared his presence. They hadn’t bowed, hadn’t flattered, hadn’t even reacted the way everyone else did. That silence—so effortless, so indifferent—unsettled him. No one ignored him. No one. Yet, tonight, for the first time, he had been nothing more than a passing moment in someone else's eyes. And that made him want to know more.

His fingers absentmindedly traced the cool fabric of the sheets as he stared at the ceiling, his mind tangled in the memory of that fleeting encounter. Silence. Indifference. It was something he wasn’t used to—something that clung to his thoughts like an unsolved puzzle. A sigh escaped his lips as his eyes grew heavier, the weight of exhaustion finally settling in. The soft hum of the city beyond the glass faded into the background. His breaths slowed, his grip on consciousness loosening. And then—darkness. Sleep claimed him, but even in his dreams, the mystery of that person lingered.

Somewhere in underworld the ruler was settled on his throne while thinking about certain someone.

Vaelgor Duskbane

It's been 28 years since you returned. *said in longing while closing his eyes to imagine someone*

Kazimir Zaystev

Why are you worried my lord . He must return if he wants to breathe freely and command effortlessly. I already have suffered much in this open air prison. Let him be more freely. Just wait patiently, my other half will come back soon* said while gazing at red sky. There he saw illusion of his clone.* l miss you * mumbled*

Vaelgor Duskbane

l am longing.Hope he come back soon to inherit what truly belongs to him* said while sharpening his gaze at sky.*

The Underworld trembled. A deep, guttural rumble echoed through the vast abyss of the Hellscape, shaking the very foundations of the damned. The rivers of molten fire surged violently, as if sensing an approaching force—something far beyond the horrors that lurked in this realm. Then, the sky above—once an endless void of darkness—cracked open with blood-red lightning. The air grew thick, suffocating, as an overwhelming power descended. The wails of tormented souls ceased, their suffering momentarily forgotten in the presence of something far greater, far more terrifying. From the depths of the celestial beyond, he arrived. Thal’Zael, the Owner of the Divine Realm. His form was wreathed in a storm of crimson light, an entity neither bound by life nor death. The mere force of his presence warped reality, the very fabric of Hell quivering beneath his feet. Flames dimmed. Shadows recoiled. Even the most ancient demons, the rulers of the abyss, knelt before him—for in the presence of the Divine, all must submit.

Thal'Zael

You are longing for your successor while here l am thinking you'd backaway.* said while teleporting to the throne present in far manageable distance besides Vealgor*

Vaelgor Duskbane

Sharp , aren't you ? You are certainly informed to not challenge my nacromency for your own and divine good * said while closing his eyes*

Thal'Zael

* chuckle darkly* You are confident , indeed. l hope the successor you choose will never let you down . * said in aloof and oddly cold voice*

Vaelgor Duskbane

Don't be so generous.* said while leaving from there *

The weight of Thal’Zael’s presence lingered like an eternal storm, pressing down on the Underworld with an authority that could not be denied. Yet, as quickly as he had arrived, his purpose remained unspoken, unreadable. His piercing gaze swept across the hellish expanse, the molten rivers, the kneeling demons—all nothing more than insignificant echoes in his presence. A low hum reverberated through the abyss, a soundless command that only the most ancient beings could comprehend. Then, without a word, he turned. The crimson storm around him surged once more as he stepped forward, his form fading into the abyss, consumed by the very power that had heralded his arrival. And just like that—he was gone. The sky darkened once more, the thunder silenced, the flames flickered back to life. Yet, the Underworld would not forget. Something had shifted. His presence, though fleeting, had left an unshakable mark. What had called him here? And more importantly—what would come next?

Kazimir Zaystev

* Gazes coldly at disappearing figure and chuckle* So confident.

The mortal realm awakened under the embrace of the monsoon’s aftermath. The night’s downpour had cleansed the earth, leaving behind a world glistening in the morning light. Heavy clouds still loomed, their deep gray edges tinged with gold as the sun peeked through, casting a soft, diffused glow. The fragrance of wet earth lingered in the air, mixing with the crisp scent of rain-soaked foliage. Puddles mirrored the sky, rippling gently as the cool breeze whispered through the trees. Droplets clung to leaves, slipping down in slow cascades, while the rhythm of distant drizzles echoed through the quiet morning. Birds stirred, their calls blending with the occasional rumble of retreating thunder. The streets, once flooded with the storm’s fury, now shimmered beneath the light, reflecting the remnants of the monsoon’s passage. It was a moment of tranquil renewal—a fleeting stillness before the heavens prepared to weep once more.

The monsoon morning cast a soft, golden glow over Kim Mansion, its towering structure standing resilient against the lingering mist. Raindrops slid down the grand windows, catching the light as they fell onto the polished marble balcony. The sprawling gardens, once drenched in the storm’s embrace, now glistened under the hazy sun, their rich green hues deepened by the rain. The air carried the scent of wet earth and blooming jasmine, seeping through the open corridors. The stone pathways, still slick with moisture, reflected the sky, while the distant drip-drip of water echoed through the vast estate. Inside, the mansion remained silent, undisturbed, as if savoring the fleeting peace before the world stirred awake once more.

It's 7: 15 am

Kim Taehyung (Criss Vyre)

*Sleeping with lV drip.*

Kim Joo young (De iris)

*Frowns and sits up on bed while rubbing her eyes gently *

Kim Joo young (De iris)

Good morning . My angel * said while turning her head and spotting him sleeping . She chuckled and started to trace her fingers on V cheekbones* You are breathtakingly ethereal my love.

Kim Taehyung (Criss Vyre)

*Frowns little to unknown touch*

Kim Joo young (De iris)

I won't disturb you anymore. * said after pecking his forehead*