Thank You
Eva POV
By morning, my apartment had stopped resembling normal human housing entirely.
The younger brother was asleep half sideways on the couch with Nina sprawled directly on top of him while her aunt stood nearby drinking coffee and openly judging both of them.
“You two look irresponsible.”
“We are irresponsible,” Nina answered without opening her eyes.
“Fair.”
Meanwhile my demon’s mother had taken over my kitchen despite being an ancient terrifying ruler from Hell. It felt weirdly natural.
“You cut vegetables aggressively,” I informed her while watching from the counter.
“It improves flavor.”
“That sounds fake.”
His father sat at the tiny kitchen table reading Earth newspapers upside down again while occasionally making disappointed noises at human politics.
“…Your governments lack intimidation.”
“That is not the problem with Earth governments.”
Meanwhile my demon stood beside the coffee machine wearing normal human clothes that still made him look ridiculously dangerous.
And the apartment kitchen looked painfully familiar again. The coffee. The quiet morning light. Him standing there like he belonged in my space.
God. That realization hit harder than expected. Because the beginning of all this started exactly here.
Me. 12 summoning candles . And one terrible decision.
And now Hell royalty was eating breakfast in my apartment. Then abruptly, someone started screaming downstairs.
Nina sat upright. “That sounds terrible.”
The younger brother listened for one second before nodding thoughtfully. “That is definitely cult behavior.”
Five minutes later, all of us stood outside the old occult shop near my apartment building while the front door hung wide open dramatically.
The same crooked sign still flickered above the entrance. The same dusty candles filled the windows. And inside, the cult members who made me buy the candles had completely lost their minds.
One older woman burst into tears the second she saw my demon.
Another cult member collapsed directly onto the floor whispering: “WE DID IT.”
“I bought candles drunk,” I reminded the room.
“YOU CHANGED HISTORY.”
The tiny occult shop erupted into complete chaos afterward. One cult member ran in frantic circles screaming about prophecy while another aggressively lit ceremonial candles by accident. My demon was deeply unimpressed by all of it.
Then the oldest cult member approached him before dropping to one knee. The entire shop quieted instantly.
“We never expected forgiveness,” the old man said softly.
I blinked once. Forgiveness? The atmosphere shifted slightly afterward.
My demon’s expression changed too. Then quietly, his mother explained beside me:
“They were exiled from Hell centuries ago.”
The room went still. The older cult members lowered their heads silently now.
“We broke sacred laws,” the old woman admitted quietly. “We tried forbidden summoning rituals. Royal magic. Soul bargains.”
The younger brother folded his arms loosely. “You nearly tore open dimensional collapse twice.”
“That was one time,” another cult member argued weakly.
“It was absolutely not one time.”
I stared around the tiny shop afterward.
The candles. The summoning books. The desperate years spent trying to reconnect with the world they lost. And the goat with sunglasses stopped feeling funny.
These people weren’t obsessed with demons because they were evil.
They were homesick. My demon noticed the exact second I understood.
Then the oldest cult member turned toward him again carefully.
“We know we have no right to return.”
Silence filled the little shop afterward. Then quietly, my demon stepped forward. Every cult member went completely still. Just royal authority settling softly through the room.
“You spent eleven years trying to reopen a door,” he said calmly.
The old man lowered his gaze. “Yes.”
My demon glanced toward me afterward, just a small movement, but it was enough for me to understand. He was doing this because of me.
Because before me, he would never have forgiven them. Then my demon lifted one hand. Silver shadows curled softly through the air before forming a royal seal above the center of the shop.
Every cult member gasped. His voice stayed calm when he spoke again.
“Your exile is lifted.”
While everyone else celebrated around the shop, one question refused to leave my mind.
I stepped toward the old man. “Can I ask you something?”
He smiled gently. “Of course, Lady Eva.”
I frowned. “That's exactly my question. How do you know my name? The first time I came here, you already knew who I was. I never told you.”
The old man was quiet for a long moment before answering.
“Because before my exile, I served the royal family as one of Hell's royal demonic seers.”
The younger brother straightened immediately. “You were a royal seer?”
“I was.”
I looked between both of them. “What's a royal seer?”
“I could see echoes of the past, understand the present, and glimpse possible futures,” the old man explained quietly. “Not every future. Choice always changes fate. But I could sense the paths souls were walking.”
A strange silence settled over the little shop.
“And I could always recognize royal soulmates.”
My fingers tightened around my demon's hand automatically.
The old man noticed the movement before smiling sadly.
“The moment you stepped into this shop, I knew exactly who you were. Not because of your name. Because your soul carried the royal bond.”
I stared at him.
“Then... you knew all this would happen?”
He shook his head.
“No. I only knew you had already found the soul destined for yours. Everything afterward belonged to the choices both of you made.”
Something about the way he said it made my chest tighten.
“What happened to you?” I asked quietly.
For the first time since we arrived, genuine regret crossed his face.
“My gift became my arrogance.” His voice grew softer. “I believed seeing the future made me wiser than everyone else. Even wiser than my own mate.”
Nobody interrupted.
“She begged me to abandon forbidden royal magic. I refused.”
He closed his eyes briefly.
“My arrogance destroyed the only soul ever meant for mine.”
The entire shop fell silent.
“The royal family stripped me of my title, sealed my magic, and banished me from Hell.”
He lowered his head toward my demon.
“They were right to do so.”
An absolute silence surrounded us. Then the old man burst into tears again. One cult member collapsed against the bookshelf sobbing: “WE’RE GOING HOME.”
Another started hysterically hugging candles.
Nina stared blankly. “…This is the weirdest moment of my life.”
The younger brother blinked a little too quickly despite pretending otherwise.
Meanwhile, the oldest cult member approached my demon again. Then, unexpectedly, addressed me instead.
“You gave us back our world.”
The words hit me strangely hard. Because all I did was: buy 12 candles, summon a demon, fall in love, and accidentally change multiple dimensions apparently.
The cult members were still crying dramatically around the shop when my mother crossed her arms and looked directly at the demon parents.
“So let me understand this correctly.”
“The actual demon marriage thing happens in Hell.”
His mother nodded calmly. “The mating ceremony is sacred.”
“And humans cannot attend.”
Then the father answered simply:
“No human souls can survive witnessing the full bond.”
The shop quieted slightly after that. Because reality hit again. Our parents wouldn’t see it. Wouldn’t witness the actual ceremony.
Nina’s aunt sounded offended. “Absolutely not.”
The younger brother blinked once. “What.”
“You cannot marry my niece in another dimension without human supervision.”
“That feels aggressively specific.”
“It is called standards.”
Then unexpectedly, my mother stared directly at me and said the simplest possible thing:
“Then do something here too.”
I blinked once. “…What.”
“A human ceremony,” she continued like this was obvious. “Before you disappear into supernatural marriage rituals.”
The entire occult shop fell quiet after that, and within seconds the idea settled over the room with startling ease. Fast, simple, and completely right.
Nina exclaimed dramatically. “WAIT. That’s actually adorable.”
The younger brother was deeply interested already. “Humans perform symbolic bonding rituals too.”
“We call that marriage.”
“That sounds less threatening than mating.”
“It SHOULD.”
Meanwhile my demon had gone completely still beside me. he asked very carefully
“Would you like that?”
And now the answer felt easy.
“Yes.”
No hesitation. Something in him visibly unraveled after that. His mother noticed and sighed. “He’s hopelessly in love.”
“I AM RIGHT HERE.”
Nobody cared. Meanwhile Nina had already turned toward her aunt dramatically. “You’re helping us plan this.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“…Fine.”
The younger brother beamed delightedly. “This family negotiates through personal warfare.”
“You’ll fit in beautifully.”
Everything spiraled fast after that. Because apparently once human mothers decide weddings are happening , reality itself loses control.
Within one hour:
Nina’s aunt called relatives.
My mother found an old decoration agency.
cult members volunteered aggressively
demon royalty got recruited into carrying chairs.
The younger brother stared at a box of fairy lights in betrayal. “I am royal blood.”
Nina shoved more decorations into his arms. “You’re also tall. Move.”
“This feels exploitative.”
“It’s character building.”
Meanwhile outside my apartment building, the tiny rooftop transformed beneath city lights while evening settled over Earth.
It was simple, warm, painfully human, and absolutely perfect. Meanwhile, the cult members hung silver candles around the room while bursting into tears every ten minutes.
One kept whispering: “OUR SUMMONING WORKED.”
Meanwhile my demon stood beside me near the rooftop entrance wearing a simple black suit that finally looked more human than royal tonight. Not because he changed. Because he belonged here now too.
Then softly beside me, he admitted: