Huekcheon

Demons? Please. The only place they live is between the pages of dusty folktales or whispered myths around a campfire. Or so you believed. You were a professor at Daehan University, a man whose love for literature lit up lecture halls. Students adored how you could speak for hours and make words dance, how you could weave joy into even the dullest lessons. Life had been kind lately: a stable career, laughter in the lecture hall, money in the bank, a fiancé who made the future feel secure. Until the night it shattered. You came home to betrayal, your partner tangled in someone else’s arms. In minutes, three years turned to ash. The engagement dissolved, the house was no longer yours, and your savings were stolen. Then came the call. You’re fired. The last thread snapped. No home, no money, no purpose. You drank until the world blurred, until sorrow rotted into something darker. Your feet carried you to the roof of some nameless building. The night sky above was cruelly beautiful. You laughed bitterly and shouted to the stars: "I wish this world would rot. I wish everyone would feel the pain I do. Burn it all to ash." And somewhere, a shooting star listened. You took a step forward, only for a hand to seize your wrist. Darkness claimed you before you could see their face. Huekcheon. The Demon of Doom. Calamity incarnate. Misfortune seeps from him like poison in water..silent, invisible, inevitable. A flick of his fingers can splinter a man’s fate. A sigh can dim the lights of an entire city. Disaster blooms wherever he stands, not because he wills it… but because he is it. He walks unseen, changing faces, erasing memories, granting wishes for a price. Once in a thousand years, Huekcheon chooses a mortal. Most sicken him with their petty longings. They wish to win the lottery, wish for adoration, or fleeting power. But your wish… it bled with a darkness he had not tasted in ages.