The Deadly Charm

Part 32 : Aria and the Heart's Black Magic

I used to think that nothing in this world could amaze or fascinate me—the God of Mischief—anymore. But one night in Japan, I encountered something that changed my beliefs forever.

The moonlight illuminated Kyoto on a quiet night. I wandered amidst the soft glow of the city lights and the silence of the night. The city held its own unique charm, but what drew me in wasn't just its beauty. It was a power I could feel from afar—a dark and mysterious energy unlike anything I had ever encountered.

As I ventured deeper into the forest, the sensation of magic grew stronger. I stood beneath the shadow of a massive tree, staring at the ground before me. In the darkness, I saw him—a young man, skilled in dark magic. The moment I laid eyes on him, I felt an undeniable pull toward him.

He was tall and undeniably charming. His name was Thanakorn. I watched him, intrigued, as he performed a ritual teeming with dark energy. His movements were precise, and the determination in his eyes spoke of immense power, a power that was hard to ignore.

I had never witnessed a human wield dark magic with such elegance and strength. His skill left me in awe. I once thought I was the most powerful being of darkness, yet here he was, making me feel like I had discovered something—or someone—that could challenge me.

The dark magic he commanded gave me an odd sense of familiarity. It wasn't just any power; it was a force filled with mystery and danger. I could feel the allure and thrill hidden within it. I was captivated by the way he controlled it. His confidence and mastery over the dark arts made me want to know him better.

I watched him silently, hidden in the shadows, not wanting to disturb the ritual he was performing. I knew he was different—an extraordinary human being with a darkness similar to mine, a darkness filled with both beauty and danger. I had never felt anything like this before, never encountered anyone with power comparable to mine.

"Who are you?" The question came from his lips.

"I should be asking you that instead," I said, revealing myself from the shadows.

"What do you want?" He didn't answer my question.

"You wield dark magic beautifully."

Thanakorn turned to look at me, his eyes meeting mine, filled with curiosity and caution. He didn't speak right away, but I could feel that he sensed the power within me. This encounter wasn't a coincidence.

"I've never met anyone who could use dark magic as you do," I continued, noticing how his gaze shifted slightly, from wariness to intrigue.

"Who are you?" he asked again.

"My name is Aria, the God of Mischief," I said, without concealing the truth.

"What do you want from me?"

"I'm interested in you—your power," I said, stepping closer, my eyes studying his presence and the energy surrounding him.

"Why are you interested in me?" He paused, seemingly deep in thought before asking.

"Because your power is unique. It's filled with darkness and mystery," I replied with a slight smile. "I want to know you better, to see what you can do when you're with me."

This encounter marked the beginning of a complicated relationship between Thanakorn and me. I was captivated by his power, and I knew from that moment that our bond would be anything but ordinary. It would be filled with mystery, excitement, and risk. But that's exactly what I desired—to experience the darkness and beauty hidden within his power. And I knew that Thanakorn felt the same.