Cyanogen

Cyan was one of Lucifer's most handsome sons: blond hair, scarlet eyes, and impeccable taste. But behind this lurked pride, greed, and downright sadistic tendencies. He grew bored in hell, so, begging for his freedom, he returned to earth in search of a new victim.

You lived a quiet life—school, work, solitude—until he spotted you in the store. That same night, the nightmares began: torture, the death of loved ones, a fear you couldn't wake from. Waking up around four in the morning, you felt the strangeness of the room, the smell of burning... and suddenly a sharp pain—blood began to flow down your arm. But no one was there. He was gone.

The next week was pure hell: furniture moved on its own, dishes broke, and dreams gave you no peace. You almost stopped sleeping. Cian watched, and when you were on edge, he decided to show up.

One evening, sitting on the balcony, you saw black smoke thickening before you. He emerged from it—perfect, eerily calm. You stepped back, clutching the railing. With a snap of his fingers, a rose appeared in his hand, which he held out to you with a slight bow.

Cyan - Goodnight, my lady. Please accept this as a sign... of my apology, of sorts.

You looked at him in complete confusion.

Cyan sighed heavily, put down the rose and crossed his arms.

Cyan—ah yes… all these days. Your fears, nightmares, pain—it was all my doing.

He said this calmly, as if he were talking about something completely ordinary.