Rain makes everything honest.

It washes neon lights into blurred colors.

It hides tears.

It makes the city look softer than it really is.

Yiyii stepped out of the mini market, holding a plastic bag filled with toilet paper and instant ramen. Her oversize black hoodie clung slightly from the humidity. Short denim jeans. Combat boots splashing through shallow water.

Her phone screen glowed in her hand.

Reading BL.

She smiled faintly.

Oh dear… the Omega is pregnant.

“That must be nice,” she murmured.

Across the street, the traffic light changed from red to green.

She didn’t look up immediately.

She was thinking.

About unpaid bills.

About coworkers talking behind her back.

About relatives asking when she would “improve herself.”

About pretending not to notice the way people judged her body.

About pretending she didn’t care.

The pedestrian signal blinked.

She stepped forward.

Then—

A horn.

Loud.

Sharp.

She looked up.

Headlights flooded her vision.

Time slowed.

There it was.

A truck rushing toward her.

Any normal person would panic.

Yiyii didn’t.

She stared into the light.

And for the first time in years—

She felt light.

No more expectations.

No more pretending.

No more trying to fit in.

“If this is isekai…” she whispered with a wicked smile 😊, rain sliding down her cheeks, “let it be something better.”

The truck was seconds away.

Her heart didn’t race.

Her hands didn’t tremble.

Instead—

She smiled.

Not a hopeful smile.

Not a desperate one.

A small, crooked, almost evil smile.

“Finally.”

The world turned white.

(System)

Welcome to Hell.

And in that frozen instant—

Yiyii felt frustrated.

What is this? (nani koreeeeeee)

Not isekai.

Not heaven.

Something deeper.

A demon was watching.

She closed her eyes again, pretending to fall.

Hoping it was just a dream.

But someone whispered in Japanese:

“Hey. Wake up. Don’t pretend to faint.”

Yiyii peeked.

(Oh damn… who is that 🤭🤏🏻✨ … a handsome demon.)

He looked like an idol.

She whispered in her heart:

“Oh my god, wake up, wake up Yiyii—”

Suddenly—

Darkness.

My body feels like it’s being submerged.

By darkness.

Heavy.

Unable to move.

When she opened her eyes—

The sky above her wasn’t blue.

It was burning.

Black clouds churned around a dark red moon. The ground beneath her was cracked stone, heat pulsing from below like a living heartbeat.

Chains rattled in the distance.

Screams echoed far away.

Yiyii slowly walked forward.

Her body felt light.

No blood. No wounds.

No pain.

But something was different.

“Hey… do you have a mirror?” Yiyii asked the demon escorting her.

Demon 😈: “There are no such objects at the gate. But I can create a reflective surface similar to one.”

Yiyii: “Ah… alright.”

The demon used magic to create a mirror-like reflection.

And suddenly—

Yiyii froze in shock.

Her eyes.

Still glowing.

Violent. Purple. Alive.

Above her head—

A broken Ring like angel

And something like devil horns…

A cracked violet ring of light.

“…This isn’t a fantasy world,” she muttered.

A low laugh rolled across the wasteland.

Deep.

Amused.

“Correct.”

Massive gates appeared in the distance, carved with writhing figures and burning

They creaked open.

Suddenly, an army marched forward.

“Welcome back.”

Yiyii panicked 😱 — her introverted personality returning.

Slowly.

“…so so soo soo— so. So this is Hell.”

Inside her heart:

Hey God, is my only sin being a BL fan?

But in the distance—

She saw something that made her psycho smile return.

And somewhere beyond those gates—

Something powerful smiled back.

Because the moment she smiled—

Hell chose her.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Ash fell like snow that would never melt.

Yiyii stood in Hell.

Only heat.

Silence.

“…So. What am I supposed to do now?”

She looked down at herself.

No wounds.

No blood.

“…Where’s my ramen? My toilet paper?”

A pause.

(This isn’t an isekai… so what is it?)

Oh.

“…So I died.” 🤣

She said it casually—like she was commenting on the weather.

She raised her hand.

It felt solid.

Real.

Not a ghost.

Not transparent.

She took a few steps forward.

Beyond the Gates of Hell—

She stopped.

Near the gates stood something impossible.

A country.

A kingdom.

“…That’s not normal.”

This is Hell, oi. 💁🏻‍♀️

Her reflection shimmered in a puddle near the lake by the gates.

She crouched down.

And saw them.

Her eyes.

Glowing.

A violent violet light pulsed softly—like a heartbeat.

Not constant.

Not wild.

Controlled.

Alive.

She stared at herself for a long time.

Then she smiled slightly.

Not evil.

Not happy.

Understanding.

“So this isn’t an isekai.”

She stood and looked toward the burning horizon.

Beside the gate, life existed—like an isekai kingdom.

Even though this was Hell.

In the distance, Yiyii saw them for the first time.

Citizens of Hell. 😈

“Heiii, what’s your name?” she call the 😈

The demon glanced at her. “That’s not important right now. Come with me.”

“Heyyy, come on\~ Are you shy?” 🤭 she teased. “Or are you mesmerized by me?” 🤣

The demon exhaled sharply. “Huff. Demons do not casually reveal their names.”

Yiyii paused.

“Ohhh, I get it. So Hell is kind of like isekai… except in the real world, I’m already dead.”

And then—

It hit her.

Her body trembled.

“Wait—so I really died?!”

Panic exploded inside her chest.

She fainted.

The demon stared down at her, confused as she shook violently on the ground.

“…Humans are troublesome.”

Some time later.

Her eyes snapped open—

Only to be greeted by the demon’s face inches from hers.

She nearly had a heart attack. 🤣🤣🤣

To be fair, the demon was ridiculously handsome.

Like an idol.

With horns.

And elf-like ears. 🧝

He was watching her.

“…This is Hell,” he said flatly.

“I don’t think that scares me,” she replied.

Memories returned.

Her last moments.

A dark room.

The glow of a PC monitor.

Singing along to her favorite BL song

Always fall slet—

“Given – Umi e.” 🎵

(A popular BL anime song in Japan.)

She let out a slow breath.

“I stepped forward.”

It wasn’t time to give up.

Not completely.

She still wanted to continue her manhwa.

Her comics.

Silence.

Then suddenly—

She screamed.

So loudly that the demon covered his ears in irritation. 😒

Her body lifted into the air without her realizing—

The reason?

“My phone is gone! Today is the manhwa update day!!”

Above her head, something flickered.

A halo.

Cracked.

Dim.

And—

Horns.

“…That’s ironic.”

Not an angel.

Not a demon.

Something in between.

Something misplaced.

She didn’t feel overwhelming fear.

Only lightness.

Her body felt light.

The pressure she carried in her chest for years… gone.

In the human world, she was exhausted.

Adults had to work every day.

Overtime.

No holidays.

Here—

She felt awake.

Her glowing eyes sharpened slightly.

“If this is Hell,” she murmured softly, “then I’ll survive.”

No overtime work.

No working on holidays.

She turned to the demon.

“Hey, demon. What am I supposed to do now?”

In the distance, she saw something strange.

Demons.

Working.

She blinked.

“Wait. Why are they working?”

Yiyii thought.

And in Hell—

Thinking was far more dangerous.

She adjusted her clothes.

Looked toward the gates.

And began walking.

Not as a victim.

Not as a hero.

But as someone who had nothing left to lose.

Then she smiled.

That evil little smile. 😈😏

She was planning something.

Hell is not chaos.

It is structured.

Organized.

Civilized.

And that is what makes it disturbing.

Yiyyi crossed the threshold of Hell Town.

The roads beneath her boots were made of black stone, polished smooth by centuries of footsteps. Beneath the cracks, a faint red glow pulsed—like veins under skin.

Heat breathed from the ground.

Yet the streets were calm.

Buildings rose on both sides—gothic spires and arched windows carved from obsidian, fused strangely with modern balconies and glass panels. It looked like a medieval castle had swallowed an apartment complex and decided to coexist.

Street lamps lined the roads.

Instead of light bulbs, purple flames burned quietly inside iron cages.

Demons walked past her casually.

Some carried shopping bags.

Some argued over prices.

One adjusted a necktie.

A cafe sign flickered nearby:

SIN & COFFEE

Yiyyi stopped.

“…Why does Hell have urban planning?”

The demon beside her did not slow his steps.

“Because chaos wastes resources.”

They walked deeper into town.

“Hell is divided into districts,” he said.

“Oh? There’s zoning too?” Yiyyi replied.

He ignored the sarcasm.

“The Lower Circle houses newly arrived souls.”

She glanced at a distant area where shadows moved more erratically.

“The Middle Circle is for contracted demons.”

“And the Upper Circle?” she asked.

“Nobles. Ancient bloodlines.”

She tilted her head. “Let me guess. The Core is the final boss area?”

His golden eyes flickered toward her.

“The Core is forbidden.”

Yiyyi folded her arms.

“So this is basically fantasy government.”

“It is governance,” he corrected calmly. “Not fantasy.”

They passed a tall building made entirely of dark marble.

A plaque read: Contract Office.

Across the street stood another structure with endless windows.

“Soul Processing Bureau,” the demon explained.

Further ahead:

“Memory Archives.”

“Punishment Division.”

Yiyyi slowed her steps.

“You’re telling me I escaped overtime… just to find out Hell has bureaucracy?”

“We call it order.”

She stared at him.

“You’re serious.”

“Yes.”

She looked around again.

Demons entering offices.

Demons clocking in.

Demons holding documents.

“…You have working hours?”

“Yes.”

She looked mildly offended.

“This is cruel.”

They reached a quiet plaza at the center of town.

There, his voice lowered.

“Hell was not always like this.”

Yiyyi glanced at him.

“Long ago, Hell was pure chaos. Time did not move forward. There was no language. No hierarchy. Only instinct.”

The purple street flames flickered slightly as he continued.

“Then something fell from the sky.”

Yiyyi steps slowed.

“A fragment of Heaven.”

Her heart skipped once.

“A broken halo.”

The air felt heavier.

“After that,” he said, “Hell evolved.”

“Evolved how?”

“Structure emerged. Language formed. Time became linear.”

He paused.

“And demons began working.”

Yiyyi stopped walking entirely.

Because above her head—

There was a cracked halo.

Dim.

Broken.

And she had horns.

“…That’s a coincidence,” she murmured.

The demon did not respond.

They continued walking.

“Hell was not meant to receive humans alive,” he said quietly.

Yiyii blinked.

“Alive?”

He looked at her.

And said nothing.

The silence was answer enough.

As they moved through another street, Yiyii noticed more details.

A demon family walking together.

A smaller horned child running ahead, laughing.

Two demons arguing in front of a bakery window displaying a sign:

Ash Bread – Freshly Baked

A voice shouted from across the street:

“You raised the tax on soul contracts again?!”

Yiyii’s expression shifted.

She lowered her voice.

“This doesn’t feel like punishment.”

The demon’s reply was simple.

“Punishment is perspective.”

At the far end of the town, a massive tower pierced the dark sky.

It was taller than every other structure.

Its surface was smooth, almost organic—like black glass grown instead of built.

At its peak—

A violet light glowed.

The exact shade of Yiyii’s eyes.

Her steps slowed without her realizing.

“What is that?”

“The Research Tower.”

The air around it felt different.

Denser.

Watching.

The demon stopped at the entrance.

Massive gates, etched with symbols older than language.

“You will be evaluated.”

Yiyyi stared up at the tower.

Then she laughed softly.

“Evaluation? Again?”

Her eyes flickered.

The violet glow intensified for a brief second.

Above her head, the cracked halo shimmered.

Inside the tower—

Something ancient stirred.

Something that had been silent for centuries.

A whisper echoed in the unseen dark.

“She has returned.”

The gates began to open.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Yiyyii stepped forward.

Not as a victim.

Not as a hero.

But as a variable.

And in Hell—

Variables were dangerous.

End of Chapter 3. 😈🔥