The Devil's Rose (Taekook) Episode 1: The Devil Who Feared Nothing

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The underworld was a place untouched by time. A kingdom carved from the bones of the damned, where rivers of fire flowed endlessly and the sky was an abyss without stars. Shadows whispered through the halls of the Obsidian Palace, their voices lost in the suffocating silence.

And at the heart of it all sat Jungkook. A being of untold power. A ruler without mercy. The Devil himself. His throne, forged from the blackest stone, towered above the vast chamber. He rested lazily against it, fingers tapping against the cold armrest, golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim torchlight. His kingdom stretched beyond the reach of light, where no god dared to step. Yet even he knew that the heavens watched him with unease.

For centuries, the gods had feared him. Feared his strength. Feared his dominion over death itself. They had sent warriors, angels, and even celestial beasts to tear him from his throne. None had succeeded. But the gods were not done. They had found another way.

The Gathering of the Gods

God of light

“Jungkook has grown too powerful.” His voice rang like a bell, rippling through the air. “The balance of the realms is on the verge of collapse.”

god's of fate

(tilting her head, amused): “Power alone does not make one untouchable. Even the strongest can fall... if given the right weakness.”

God of war

“But he has none.” His voice was sharp, his expression cold. “We have tried. Weapons, war, and destruction cannot reach him.”

The Goddess of Fate only smiled. She stepped forward, delicate fingers weaving golden threads into the air. They shimmered like stardust, twisting into an image yet unseen.

god's of fate

“Then let us give him one.”

The gods watched in silence as the prophecy unfolded before them. "The Devil will not fall to war. He will fall to love." The words echoed through the sacred halls. And as they were spoken, fate itself began to move.

The Devil’s Throne

A heavy silence loomed over the underworld, broken only by the distant wails of lost souls. The Obsidian Palace remained as it always had—untouched, eternal. But tonight, the air was heavier, the shadows restless.

A sudden shift in the atmosphere made Jungkook’s golden eyes flicker. He felt it. Something had changed. Before he could dwell on the feeling, the chamber doors creaked open. A hooded figure stepped forward, bathed in the flickering glow of torches. One of his most trusted demons.

The demon knelt immediately, pressing his forehead to the ground.

demon servent

“My Lord, the gods have spoken.”

Jungkook remained motionless, his expression unreadable.

jeon Jungkook (the devil king)

“And?”

The demon hesitated before lifting his head. His voice, usually unwavering, was laced with something rare—hesitation.

demon servent

“They have placed a curse upon you.”

For the first time in centuries, a sliver of amusement flickered across Jungkook’s face. He leaned forward, resting his chin against his hand.

jeon Jungkook (the devil king)

(chuckling) “A curse? Is that their latest attempt? How predictable.”

The demon swallowed, lowering his gaze

demon servent

“It is unlike any other, my Lord.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, motioning for him to continue.

demon servent

(hesitantly) “You will not fall by blade or war… but by love.”

Silence. Then—laughter. Deep, dark, unforgiving laughter that rumbled through the chamber, shaking the walls of the underworld itself. Jungkook threw his head back, laughing as if the gods had told the greatest joke in existence.

jeon Jungkook (the devil king)

(mocking tone) “Love? A curse?” (smirks, shaking his head) “The gods truly are fools.”

He leaned forward again, golden eyes glinting with dangerous amusement.

jeon Jungkook (the devil king)

Tell me, where is this love I am supposed to find?”

The demon’s hesitation returned. His fingers trembled against the cold stone floor.

demon servent

“…The one fated for you… has not yet been born.”

For the first time that night, Jungkook’s smirk faltered. It was brief, almost imperceptible—but it was there. The gods had not simply cursed him with love. They had cursed him with waiting. With anticipation. With the knowledge that somewhere, someday, a single person would be his downfall.

The silence in the chamber was thick, suffocating. But then, Jungkook’s lips curled into something dark—a smirk sharper than any blade.

jeon Jungkook (the devil king)

(low, coldly amused) “Then let them be born.”

He stood, his presence overwhelming, golden eyes burning with defiance.

jeon Jungkook (the devil king)

“Let fate try its best.” (voice dripping with venom) “No mortal. No god. No prophecy can control me.”

His voice echoed through the underworld, a warning to all who dared to challenge him. He was the Devil. He did not kneel. He did not break. Not yet.