Actually, Samael didn't want to cut her hair. Today, she was wearing her worn-out sneaker as usual. She entered the classroom, walked to her desk that was turned the other way, and opened her textbook filled with doodles inside.
She lowered her head and waited for class to start. Suddenly, a chill ran down her neck. Before she realized what had just happened, her long hair was cut. She jumped up from her chair, but the boys in her class immediately forced her back down while the other girls took their scissors and continued to cut her hair and mock her…
Samael: ‘Sorry, mom...I lied again.’
Samael: ‘No matter how good I do academically or how kind I am, social status is the only thing those rich kids care about.’
Samael: ‘We are born with a certain status and it determines everything.’
Samael: ‘It’s so tiring...How much longer will I suffer in this world…’
Upon arriving at college the next day, Samael saw a desk with her name written on it. A chill ran down Samael’ s spine while she heard familiar voices laughing at her. Samael lowered her head and tears filled her eyes, huge booming sounds echoed in her ears…
Tens of desks fell from the ceiling and crashed to the ground. People were screaming everywhere. Samael looked up and saw a green-haired boy, holding his chin and smiling at her…
Samael: ‘Who is this person? Is he someone in the same grade as me?’
Samael: ‘Why is he doing this...’
In the end, the teacher couldn't figure out who the manipulator of the desk issue was, but no one touched Samael’s desk ever since that day. However, a few days later, Samael was called down to the garden by her classmates, but what awaited her was a big hole…
Girl: Tie her up! Push her into the hole!
Boy: Hold down her feet! Stop her from kicking!
Samael: No, No! Please!
Girl: What a nuisance! What's got a hold of my leg...vines?
Belial: Is it that fun to bully your classmate?
Boy: You, you are from the royal family...Run!
Belial: Boring kids. Samael, tell me if you are unhappy. Staying silent will not do you any good.
Samael: How do you know my name...And who are you?
Belial helped Samael stand up and whispered his name in her ears. He dusted off the dirt on her clothes and wiped her tears away...
Ever since Belial helped Samael, no one bullied her again, her life was peaceful again and Samael began to cheer up. Sometimes she would look at herself in the mirror and ask: Why did he help me?
One day, she walked passed Belial’s classroom, only to see Belial wearing a thorn crown on his head and a female jacket while being surrounded by his classmates, but Belial didn't even seem to care. He simply turned around and left the classroom. Samael approached him with questions on her mind—Isn’t he from the royal family? Yet he was bullied and no one protected him…
Samael: Why did they do that to you? Is it because of me?
Belial: Some people choose to destroy the things they can't have. It’s fun to ignore them.
Samael: ...I'm sorry.
Belial: It’s not your fault. I’m never coming back here again. Stay strong.
Samael: Never coming back? Where are you going?
Belial: You will find out one day.
After their conversation, Samael was no longer confused nor did she cry. All the mockery meant nothing to her. Belial’s words ‘stay strong’ was a promise to support her…
On graduation day, Samael walked pass the now empty classroom. Unexpectedly, she caught sight of a familiar figure…
Belial: You look different.
Samael: ...Long time no see.
Belial: I’m here to say goodbye.
Belial: I’m leaving this world, going somewhere far away and never coming back.
Samael: I, I want to go with you!
Belial: Don’t be silly. You’re lucky to be able to stay in this world.
Belial: Those who are sent as “pioneers” are all unimportant people. You are better off staying here.
Samael: But without you...you just don’t understand!
Samael covered her face with her two hands and dashed out of the room. As if being dragged down to an abbey, Samael suddenly lost all hope for the future.. No matter how hard she tried to stay calm, her eyes filled with tears whenever she thought of the fact that she would never be able to see Belial again…
Samael: What if I lose him forever…
Samael: No...I can’t afford to lose him...Being with him is the only thing I want…
Belial: Got you!
Belial: Anything you want to say to me before I leave?
After Samael wiped her tears away, she hugged Belial and poured out the words in her heart while Belial, who looked like a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders, leaned on Samael, for he knew he had gotten what he always desired…
Belial took Samael on his journey and departed for the Realm. Samael did not want to become a burden, so she worked diligently throughout their adventure. She developed a curse that could catalyze demonic spirits and attached them onto weapons. Any human who touched these cursed weapons would turn into the Demons' killing machine…
In the beginning, Belial was satisfied with Samael’s efforts, but everything was different since the night he picked up the cursed sickle after he was attacked by Demons…
Azazel: Master Belial, the curse on this sickle...is the same as the one Samael developed.
Azazel: The female body found in the river near Enochian tower had lost all her Demonic powers.
Azazel: Master Belial, I was wondering…
Belial: I know what’s on your mind. I already have a plan.
At night, Mastema dashed into Belial’s tent with her eyes filled with grumps...
Matema: Master Belial, is it also a part of your plan to allow Demons to kill each other?
Belial: What do you mean?
Matema: The villagers equipped with cursed weapons killed all the Demons I trained. I know what Samael is researching.
Belial: Nonsense! If you can't afford to lose those Demons, then it's your own problem.
Matema: ...This is a world of temptation. I will look after my own belongings. I hope you do the same, Master, Belial.
Matema: I am leaving.
Samael: ‘Mastema? What was she doing in Belial's tent?’
Samael: ‘She looks happy. What did they do...’
Samael: Belial, What did Mastema want?
Belial: Nevermind, it’s nothing important.
Samael poured two glasses of wine and handed one glass to Belial, but Belial didn’t take it . In the past, whenever Belial encountered difficult issues, he would discuss them with Samael. However, after Mastema’s visit, Belial seemed to become another person who totally ignored Samael...
Belial: Samael, stop your research. We don’t need it anymore.
Belial: Your research is too risky. Demons will kill each other and this would lead to irreversible damage for us.
Samael: That’s not what you said before! The curse is about to…
Belial: Mastema is in charge of researching other feasible methods. You can wait for my orders.
Samael: ...I didn’t come here to be a burden!
Belial: You are not a burden.Don't you enjoy your laboratory environment? Why not spend more time…
Samael: This is not a game!
Belial: That’s enough! Get out!
Samael was startled. Belial had never yelled at her before, let alone scorning her in front of the other ‘pioneers’. She lowered her head, held back her tears, and took the wooden box that Belial handed to her...
Belial: Calm down before you speak again.
Belial’s eyes were firm, while all the other ‘pioneers’ were confused, except for Mastema...
Samael: ‘Mastema...What have you done to Belial!’
Samael left Belial's area of jurisdiction and wandered around aimlessly until dawn came. She was so exhausted that she laid down on a sea of flowers. Feeling confused, she opened the wooden box, only to see a letter on top of the bottles…
Samael opened the envelop and saw a familiar handwriting…
Samael: ‘Mastema is an enemy. Please figure out her weakness. We will soon meet again. Be patient. I will protect you’...
Samael: Belial...You silly boy…
Samael laid back down on the sea of flowers while she smiled and tears filled her eyes. She had no idea how much longer she would have to wait, but at least she could now see what's to come…