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Jisung had set blankets, pillows, and couch cushions on the floor so that the demon and he could talk to each other comfortably. The only source of light in the room was coming from the oil lamp on the coffee table and the dim static of the television.

He was startled when he noticed Minho standing in the doorway. "Oh! I didn't see you there!" He chuckled. "I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to watch some old horror movies with you. What do you say?"

"I... sure..." He hesitated, but he figured that the both of them might end up bickering if he rejects the annoying human's offer.

Jisung smiled and motioned for Minho to sit with him on the floor. He adjusted the TV settings and a black and white movie began to play. Minho recognized the show instantly.

"Bride of Frankenstein?" He asked in wonder, a small smile on his lips. "I haven't seen this movie in over eighty years."

Jisung smiled softly. "Eighty years? That's a very long time now!" He paused and pondered. "So... that kinda leads me to my first question. For how long have you been trapped in this house?"

"Sixty-one years. And do you know that I was there for the original showing of this movie?" He grinned.

"That's amazing!" Jisung beamed. "But why are you trapped in this house anyways? Were you like, cursed or something?"

Minho fell silent for a while. "I guess you could call it a curse," he chuckled sadly. "My master... Lucifer, he's the one who trapped me here. I fucking hate him. I did everything to serve him, and this is what he rewarded me with."

"I'm so sorry. It must've been tough for you." He pondered for his next question. "How old are you actually? I've been quite curious about this."

"I was born in January, 1772. I'm 247 years old."

"Holy shit, what?!" He screamed from the top of his lungs. "I would have never guessed! You don't even look a day over 25."

Minho smiled at that. "And you don't look so bad yourself either."

Jisung blushed and cleared his throat. "How is it that you can fly through walls? I thought that was a ghost thing."

"I can do way more than a lousy ghost. I am a spawn of hell, after all. I can also turn into other beings."

"Can you turn into a cat? I like cats." Minho squinted and shrugged. Seconds later, his body contorted into a feline with fur as black as the midnight. Jisung picked him up—but he immediately began hissing and then he ended up with a scratch on his cheek.

"Let go of me, now," he growled lowly as he transformed back into his regular form. He noticed the blood and the frown on Jisung's face and he rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scratch you. I just don't like being handled like that."

"B-but you were so cute..."

He sighed. He grabbed Jisung's chin and turned his face, wiping the blood on his cheek with his fingertip. He then licked the blood on his finger and swiped it again across the cut—and it healed in seconds.

"Your face is too pretty for a blemish like that," he muttered lowly, hoping that Jisung didn't hear him.

Jisung's face turned red as he placed his hand on his cheek. Realizing that the cut was no longer there, his eyes widened in awe. "How did you do that?"

"I've learned a lot of tricks over the years-"

"How did you die?" Jisung suddenly chimed in when his curiosity became hard to handle.

To be continued...