"Her parents..." I clenched my jawline firmly as I told Tae about Hyuna. He for sure sounded shocked as I am. Honestly I didn't expect Na Ra to be living with someone who is so manipulative. I hang up the call and texted Tae the address. Just as I finished texting the location, I received another incoming call from Yoongi hyung. I immediately answer.

"Hyung...." My voice seems calm. "Jungkook ah, something happened to Na Ra earlier on but don't worry, Jimin brought her up to the room for resting." I frowned slightly. "Any idea what happened?" I asked as I signed the papers in front of me and tap the pen lightly on my chin. "Well we were talking and suddenly she covered her ears and closed her eyes, screaming in pain." Yoongi said as I could hear him stirring. Probably for lunch. I look at the clock on the wall, showing it is 11:45am. "I'll be home soon. Keep a look out on her." With that we both hang up.

What could possibly happen to her... I questioned myself as I leaned against my chair and stare at the red door. I got up and head towards it. As usual, I pricked my finger on the door knob to draw blood so that it can identify me. The door unlock and I stepped inside, inhaling the mixture scent of dead body and blood. One thing about this room is that, there is a private elevator that doesn't stop at any level except for this room. It can only be access by the seven of us. It was constructed by my late father. The whole building belongs to him. That is what I know so far.

This occult has been running since the 1700s. Our ancestors started this occult until it pass down to us. Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Tae and myself... our parents were part of the cult. We as the next generation, we have to continue it or there will be consequences. The light in the unholy sacrifice room automatically switched on as I walked in further. I approached the chiller where we store the organs and took out two heart that belongs to both of my ex secretary. Yes I killed them and no they did not make any deal with me. In fact they are just the sacrificial lamb for our monthly ritual. I placed both heart on the table that has the drawing of the pentagram and begin to light up five candles placing each of them on every point of the star in the baphomet pentagram.

I begin to pick up the first heart and lift the small knife, cut it open in half. The leftover blood in the heart drip down in the middle of the gram as I mutters the ritual. With the first blood, I traced accordingly to the pentagram and make my offering to him. I did the same for the second heart. Open up the heart, traced the blood into the pentagram shape while I recite the ritual. So how will I know that my offerings has been accepted? When he told me to consume the raw heart immediately and that is what I did. I picked up the first heart and took the first bite of it, savoring the heart and finished it up. Same goes for the second one. Once I am done with my offering ritual, I washed my bloodied hands and left the room while wiping my bloody mouth using the napkin.

So what would happen if the sacrificial offering is being rejected? The heart that is used as the offerings will be gone. Disappear in the thin air. For the member that did the ritual, they will feel the tightness on their chest and as if their windpipe is being blocked for breathing. That will last for a long minute before it is over. Something simple yet it can be so deadly. It is a rare situation for him to reject our offerings. I sat down back on my chair and recalled what happened when I was six years old.

During my sixth birthday, my parents brought me to the satanic church for my own baptism ceremony. Jin's father was the leader and high priest of the cult that time. I remember seeing the rest of the boys there standing next to their parents, wearing a long black robe. Jin's father begin the ceremony by drawing an inverted cross on my forehead while reciting the ritual and I could hear a woman screaming loudly begging for her life. She was tied up and sat in the middle of the pentagram while the rest of the cult stood in circle looking at her. The high priest took my hand and gently cut it to let the right amount of blood drip into a golden bowl. He then wrapped the bloodied wound with a herb and bandage it up tightly.

"Come here Jungkook.." The priest said as he walked me towards the lady. He handed me, a six year old boy, a knife and smirked. "Kill this woman, Jungkook. She will be the greatest gift for you for your sixth birthday." My parents stood next to me. Mom being on the left while Dad on the right. The woman that is being tied up is in tears and she's pregnant somehow. I was scared to do it. She's pregnant. There is no way I am going to kill her. I look up and saw another man standing next to the priest. The man look scary. He had red dilated eyes, pale lips and his skin reminds me of a snake. He also has a split tongue just like a snake. He shakes his head. Instead he points it to someone else. I hold the knife firmly and cut the high priest hand and as he leans down in pain, i grabbed his hair and slit his throat.

It caused the whole circle to gasp and even Jin hyung was shocked. He couldn't believe that I killed the high priest. The high priest blood flows along the pentagram where we stood in. I can literally feel the difference right now. "Jungkook..." my father turned me around and he saw my eyes became dilated and turned fully black. "He... he is the chosen one." My father said as he get back on his feet. "Cult members, listen up. My son, Jeon Jungkook has been officially chosen as his vessel. He will be the high priest of all the cult. The dark lord chose him. Let us bow down to the new high priest and vessel for the dark lord himself." And with that everyone get on their knees and bow down to me.

"My lord...is there something that you want?" My father asked and I slowly turned to look at the woman that is being tied up. I dropped the knife and walked towards the pregnant woman. I hold her baby bump and lean closer to listen to the baby's heartbeat. "I want the baby girl."