Make A Wish | PJM

Chapter Twenty Eight

"Rise and shine, Jung." Felix says breathlessly, as he continues to turn the pages through a magazine about Italian cuisine.

As always, Felix would have to monitor the person every time their contract had started. Usually, it would take a week for them to get out of a certain state, and return back to their daily lives. Others would take up to two weeks, for no reason. But, the point is, they return back to their daily lives.

Except, the fact that they will always be tortured by the thought of them having a contract with the devil himself; As many people have struggled to return back to their daily lives, as they have felt like half of who they are, is now gone.

Felix shakes his head and tsks. He slightly licks his index finger and turns to the next page.

Oh, how interesting is this going to turn out, Felix thinks out loud. For all the souls he has managed to take, this one is the best of out of all of them. His life won't go back to normal, as that was part of the deal—for him to get out. He's going to be looking for his daughter, but Felix certainly sensed something else from him.

He can't really believe the man's bogus words that were blankly said without any emotion whatsoever. He knows that there is something else out there, that the man would like to hide from him.

Of course, as always, the soul truly reveals a person's true form, and Felix had this prediction in the back of his thoughts.

This man only just wants revenge.

Felix could not have made any second guesses, by far any thoughts. He knew that what he had to do had to be done in order for this plan to proceed at a smooth pace. He must show no mercy to Yeona or her brother, as they are just like everyone else.

After all, they're just humans.

But, you were once human too, Felix. You were just like them.

Felix shakes his thoughts away and crumples the magazine in anger. He hates thinking about others, and their outcomes. He just hates thinking, in general. As a demon, he had to learn the hard way that, your thoughts could only do so much damage, only if you let them flow freely.

Felix leans forward in his chair and looks at the ground, eyebrows scrunched together. His hands are actively propping his head up, palms doing all the work. His eyes flicker to the man sleeping almost lifelessly on the cold floor of the prison cell.

For a sick criminal like you, you sure have a spacious cell.

Felix can feel the fire in his eyes igniting every time his thoughts try to pry into his mind. He stands up as he has had enough of this bullshit. Walking towards the unconscious man his teeth grit together every time he sees the man squirm in his profound slumber. The demon squats in front of the man, eyes illuminating the brightest color of red; face growing in irritation. Felix stares at the man for a second before grabbing his neck with his cold blooded hand, making the man jolt awake.

"It's time to get up, you sick fuck." Felix says in a icy tone. He can feel his mood deteriorating by the second. He tightens his grip around the man's neck and let's go, making the man gasp in fear.

Felix stands up straight and walks towards the cell's door, whistling in the process.

The man rubs his neck in pain, slightly confused by the demon's change in attitude. He stands up and stretches his limbs, calling out for Felix.

"Wait, Felix!" The man says, "why am in my cell? I thought the deal was for me to get out of this horrid place."

Felix rolls his eyes and says nothing, gesturing the man to hurry the hell up. The man furrows his eyebrows and scoffs silently to himself, scurrying to Felix's side. Felix looks at the lock in boredom and breaks it with the palm of his hand, making the man gasp in shock. The demon exits, whistling once more.