1 PROLOGUE

EIGHT YEARS AGO.

Darkness.

Nothing but darkness, no sound but the clashing of chains against the wall and harsh breathing echoing in the empty stall like room.

The pink haired boy was used to this already,  he had been doing it for six years now.

He wasn't allowed to leave the room, he wasn't allowed to go anywhere, he wasn't given freedom at all because he was seen as a menace to the community he was born into.

Suddenly the doors to the room he was locked away in opened and he could hear footsteps approach him.

The pink haired boy immediately sensed that he had never made an encounter with the person before, but he didn't bother looking up.

But apart from that something extra ordinary pulled his attention.

He couldn't read the mind of the person standing a few paces before him like he could with others.

The pink haired boy named Yeonjun wasn't born with the abilities to read people's mind, most people would love to have this ability, but to Yeonjun, it was more of a curse than a gift.

His dad was part of the few men in his home town who secretly belonged to the cult group that worshipped one of the demons that hunted the community.

His father had asked for this ability, and in return, he would repay him with twenty dead souls but unfortunately, Yeonjun had messed up the ritual when he stepped into the circle at a very young age.

His father had gotten furious and physical with him, because he couldn't undo or redo what had been done, and also with the fact that Yeonjun had messed up his once in a life time opportunity.

Yeonjun then had to deal with intruding people's minds without permission, hearing people's thoughts and feelings out loud.....It got to a point where he started manipulating people's minds by accident.

He couldn't take it any longer and when it started to get out of hand, the people in his community came after him.

His father, out of hatred, gave him away willingly without any form of resistance.

Yeonjun cried as they took him away, he watched as his dad stood at the door with a stoic face as he was being dragged off while begging him to save him.

"Dad please don't leave, don't let them take me away, dad please, please."

A young boy no older than ten locked away from the world, left all by himself, to suffer for something he was not responsible for.

Anytime he tried to escape he would be severely dealt with, whipped, cut and beaten. This built up a huge amount of hatred and hostility within the boy which was being fueled day by day.

SOME YEARS LATER ON....

There was a specific demon that tormented the village, the protectors of the village would always place it in the body of a human to contain it.

The demon was very powerful, so it couldn't be contained for too long in a person's body.

It needed to be transferred from one person to another, so until the person bearing the demon could not hold it in any more then the demon would be transferred into someone else, resulting in that person going through serious pain before dying.

This is why they mostly placed the demon in the body of those who offended the village.

The person currently holding unto the demon was finally giving out, so a new body had to be present for the demon to be transferred into.

The protectors of the village were immune to Yeonjun's powers so they were able to prepare him for the body switching ritual without difficulties.

But it was a very big mistake....

Unlike the others who had difficulties when the demon was placed in them, Yeonjun didn't have any difficulties with it, it was as if the demon and Yeonjun both understood each other and it was able to blend itself with Yeonjun's body perfectly.

Now Yeonjun was seen as a very deadly weapon, more dangerous than he was the last time, the demon had refused to leave Yeonjun's body or give him any discomfort what so ever.

And this stroked fear into the people, who felt their only alternative now was chain and lock him up.

Yeonjun looked up at the man before him, he guessed he might be a protector, and looked away, anger blazing in his eyes.

'CLANK'

Yeonjun's chains came off his body as he stared at the figure before him.

"Why?"

"I think we can help each other," he said to Yeonjun.

"I'll pass, if you want to kill me just do it," Yeonjun spat.

"I'm here to make a deal with you," he said to Yeonjun.

Yeonjun raised his eyebrows at him, "what is it."

"You want escape and vengeance, and I need your body."

"Why don't you just take it," Yeonjun spoke, wiping of the blood that was dripping of his cut cheeks.

"You have to agree wholeheartedly for me to have it," the protector before him was a demon in disguise, it had taken the body of a human and it's time was running out.

In order for him to stay alive, he needed his soul to be in a living body.

He picked Yeonjun because not only was he a living being, he was also a demon with special abilities, this could really aid him in his future plans.

Yeonjun was the whole package, he could protect himself, serve him and help him live longer which was all he really needed, someone who would live long enough for him to execute his plan.

Yeonjun thought for a moment, "you will give me freedom and escape from here? I can inflict pain on those who hurt me?" He asked so casually.

"Your chains are off aren't they," the man said.

Yeonjun slowly smirked, "okay."

FOUR YEARS LATER.

"Good night, sir," one of the workers of KIM's Enterprises, bid the CEO as he went home.

Kim Namjoon, billionaire and owner of the best Tech company in Seoul, had everything he ever wanted except one thing....

A child.

He had traded his fertility in order to save his dad, when he was about to be killed by his fellow legion members.

He didn't want to get married because he didn't see any reason in marrying the girl of his dreams if he cannot  have children of his own with her.

He drove slowly to his home, uncertain of his feelings, he didn't know if he should have never traded his fertility for his dad's safety and live with the guilt, or be happy he traded it.

He unlocked his gate through his phone, and drove in, the gates closing back once he entered.

"Good evening sir," his Butler, Harvey greeted, "supper is ready."

"I'm not hungry," Namjoon said as he walked up to the highest room in his mansion, he had sensed his father was calling him.

"What do you want dad?"

"Is that how you speak to your dad, no hello?"

"What do you want, I'm kind of busy."

"You want a child."

Namjoon's eyes widened at this before it slowly furrowed, "I want it to be my child, my own flesh and blood."

"What's the difference?"

"You are unbelievable, you know I'm not in the mood to talk to you, if you have something you want me to do for you just say it, I have work to do."

On the wall by his left a red light shone and a circle slowly formed on it.

Namjoon wasn't the least bit shocked at what was happening, it wasn't the first time he was seeing something like this.

He knew what his father was and did.

Namjoon saw the image of a boy shape it's self on the wall, at first it was a drawing, then he started to notice some flesh and before he knew it a pink haired naked boy plopped out from the wall.

"I was expecting a five year old, seven.. and not a grown man," Namjoon said as he moved to pick a blanket to cover Yeonjun's nakedness.

"His name is Yeonjun, my other half, he is trying to break away from me because he wants a change of environment, so I promised him one, I need you to watch him."

"He is a demon, I can't watch over him"

"He won't do you anything to harm you, I just want him to experience another environment so he wouldn't want to depart from me, I need him."

Namjoon stared at the pink haired boy still on the ground, "it's not like I can say no."

"So you are his fake dad, treat him nice.....or he will kill you, I have little control over him unlike before, he has gotten a lot stronger."

Yeonjun shook his head as he slowly stood up, the blanket falling off his waist again.

"bye"

"Yeah, bye," Namjoon muttered as he turned to the pink haired boy, who was wrapping his lower half with the blanket, "you are supposed to be my dad, right?"