Ascending the Demon Realm

Blood gushed from her shattered body, arteries spurting crimson jets that rapidly pooled beneath her, staining her silk dress into a macabre masterpiece.

Her injuries forced a reversion--antlers breached her skull while facial bones contorted into cervine features. Every demonic student at the registration area froze, witnessing this plummeting tragedy.

Snapping into action, I ripped off my jacket to drape over her transforming body. "C...cover..." she gargled through blood-filled airways, trembling fingers clawing at my sleeve, "My...face..."

I blinked incredulously. Even now? Vanity over survival? Yet I obediently shrouded her sprouting fur-covered visage. "Medic!" My voice cracked. "Someone heal her! My energy's too weak!"

Instead of assistance, the surrounding demons whipped out phones. Camera shutters chorused around us. I inhaled sharply. What did I expect? This was nature's law--prey abandoned, predators opportunistic. Their indifference wasn't cruelty, just biology.

"LOOK! It's Mingjin!" Someone shrieked.

Chaos erupted as a figure descended--limited edition violet-glowing sneakers touched down first, followed by dragon-embroidered trousers where metallic serpents slithered across the fabric. His cropped jacket revealed sculpted abs beneath a choker-like obsidian chain. Half-rockstar, half-sea deity, this living paradox cradled the dying doe with surprising gentleness.

"I don't love you," his velvety voice contradicted the harsh words, fingers glowing with healing jade light. "This theatrics only disgusts me."

The doe coughed blissfully. "See...my devotion..." Her lovestruck wheeze made my stomach churn. This toxic romance deserved capybara-level indifference.

As I reached to retrieve my jacket, her death-grip surprised me. Mortally wounded yet vanity intact. "Keep it," I deadpanned.

"Wait." Mingjin produced a scented-wipe, amethyst dragon eyes crinkling kindly. "Your face--"

A gust slammed into my back, unleashing my signature stench--the demonic equivalent of rotting durian. His nostrils flared violently, healing hand freezing mid-air. To his credit, the idol maintained composure, though a vein throbbed at his temple.