Doctor Demon

Jiwoon was on alert but managed to keep a poker face. She glanced at 'Siwan' who seemed to be oblivious to her discomfort. They drove on with her in silence but 'Siwan' being awfully talkative.

"How is Baek now?" he asked. "Is he in the hospital?"

"Yes."

"Which one?"

"I don't know," she lied. Her eyes were on the road, not looking at him. For some reason, her hands were getting clammy and her heart was beating fast in fear. It was the same feeling she felt whenever Sungki was near her. She gulped and fidgeted her fingers nervously. It was getting harder to hide her fears in that situation but she had to. 

"Where are you going?" she frowned when he took a right turn instead of left.

"Oh, I have to check up on a patient first," he claimed. "Can we stop by that place first?"

Jiwoon did not reply but watched as he drove towards his supposed patient's house. Siwan would never take her elsewhere like this especially when he knew danger was lurking around her. She slowly glanced at Siwan again.

"You…" she began. "Are you really Doctor Kang Siwan?"

She watched as his eyes darkened but he turned to her and replied, "Of course I am! Who else do you think I am-"

"You're not."

It was the simple truth. This man was not Siwan at all. He might have the same face and body but the soul was different. Jiwoon knew that this man was someone else pretending to be Siwan.

"What are you talking about?" he laughed. "Look at me! I am Siwan."

"Doctor Kang always opens the door for a lady," she replied. "And he would never take me to a patient's house. It goes against his vow as a doctor to mix his personal and professional life. So I'm asking you one more time. Who are you?"

He stared blankly at her for a moment. To her shock, his lips were curving into a sinister, lopsided smile. The kind look was gone and now, Siwan's handsome features were marred with a sadistic grin. His eyes were glaring at her like a hunter marking its target.

But instead of feeling scared, Jiwoon was defiant. She did not flinch at that glare, knowing very well who this person really was in front of her. This was not Siwan but her ex-husband, Sungki. She did not need knowledge on demons to know this; the fear in her heart was enough. Even in death, he scared her.

"It's been a long time, Jisoo," he whispered.

"I am not Jisoo anymore!" She gritted. "I am Kim Jiwoon. Detective Kim Jiwoon!"

"We shall see."

Jiwoon was about to attack when suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed her from behind. She tried to fight but her mouth and nose were covered with a strong drug which she identified as chloroform. 

"Mmph!" She groaned, trying to struggle hard but her senses lapsed and she fell unconscious. 

"She really changed her name, huh?" Ciara asked in disgust. "I can't believe this! She was in this town and we still couldn't find her!"

"She changed her name and even cut off her hair so that we don't recognize her," Sungki murmured. He was staring at his wife's unconscious body and lamenting what she had done to herself. Her once long lushes were now cropped and her thin petite body was more muscular. She was no longer the innocent, pure girl he had fallen in love with.

His Jisoo was now a slut who dressed like a man and was working with other men to become even more immoral. How could she do this to him? Was his love not enough? Now she was seeking love elsewhere?

What does Siwan have that I don't have? He thought with disdain. 

"She really is a slut!" Ciara cursed. "Destroying our family reputation like this! So what if that girl died? Isn't it enough for her to be happy with our wealth?"

"Jisoo needs to be taught a lesson," Sungki said in a grim tone. "Once I take her to Hell with me, I'll make sure she's disciplined…"

Ciara frowned at her son. Hell? What was he talking about?

"Where's the shaman?" he asked.

"He'll join us at the mansion for the ceremony," she replied. "Today is your mating with her. Once it's over, we'll keep her chained to the basement and make sure she becomes pregnant. It will be a son, right?"

Sungki's fingers gripped the wheel of the car. He was not keen on letting Jisoo's love divert again. First, that bloody Yeonjoo tried to snatch it and this time, his parents were trying to take it away! A child was only going to make Jisoo's love for him lessen.

But the contract with these idiots was binding and he must keep it intact. 

"I will give you a son," he promised. "This body is quite useful. It's fit and healthy. I'm sure Kang Siwan can put a son in her."

Ciara was still not comfortable with the idea of using Siwan's body. After all, his mother was her closest friend and despite her disdain for Jisoo, she was not fully on board with using Siwan's body for the deed.

Then she stared at Jisoo and her hatred for the girl only increased. This girl was the reason her don had died and was living a cursed existence. Moreover, it was Siwan who had turned on them years ago and her earlier discomfort disappeared.

"Let's do this," she nodded.

…

Hobin was driving towards Siwan's mansion at full speed. He stopped in front of it and ran to the front entrance. 

DING! DING! DING!

He repeatedly pressed the doorbell until a maid answered. 

"Young Master!" she gasped. "What happened?"

Hobin did not reply but barged into the mansion, looking for Siwan.

"Bro!" he called, going from room to room. "Siwan bro!"

His heart was unsettled and in panic. When it came to Siwan, he could not keep his cool. A demon was probably possessing his brother and Hobin was furious. A sharp pain was panging his chest but he ignored it. His skin was perspiring and his breaths were short. 

It was obvious that the demon in him was restless and was trying to come out but Hobin would not let it. His brother needed him and the last thing he wanted was to deal with another demon.

"Bro!" he cried. "Bro, where are you?"

The maid was trying to tell him that Siwan was not home but Hobin wanted to be absolutely sure that his brother was not home. He was half hoping that Siwan would come out of one of the rooms, perfectly fine. No demon possessing him, no strange actions. Nothing. 

Just his brother, normal and healthy. That was all he wanted to see.

But there was no familiar figure emerging from the rooms of the mansion. His brother was not there and the house was ringing with the lack of his presence. 

Hobin finally gave up and slowly walked towards the hallway. He stood in front of a mirror and glanced at it. His dark eyes were slightly red. The demon was trying to coax him now.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come out?" the demon's sly voice echoed in his head. "I can find him. Your brother."

"No! I don't want your help."

"Hahahahah!" The demon laughed. "Do you really think you can control me? No. You can't control me. You couldn't do it before, you can't do it now. Just let me take over and I can defeat that demon!"

"But you'll take me to Hell," Hobin said in his mind. "I'm not leaving. This is my home. I belong here."

The demon was silently fuming. "I won't give up, Ohm Hobin," he vowed. "I will take you to Hell with me. Away from here!"

Hobin shut out the demon with great difficulty. The more he was stressed, the easier it was for the demon to come out. He was not going to let that happen. Instead, he needed to be practical. Currently, his brother was possessed by another demon and Hobin needed to think like him.

"Sungki is obsessed with Jisoo," he muttered. "So he'll take her to a place which signifies their relationship."

He did not have to think hard to figure out where Sungki had taken Jiwoon.

"The Cho Mansion," he deduced. 

Miles away, Jina and Yoonmin were rushing towards the Cho mansion in the latter's car. Jina stepped on the pedal, speeding past the lanes.

"Sis, are you sure that the demon will take Jiwoon sis to the Cho mansion?" he asked. "Isn't it the most obvious place?"

"It is," she agreed. "But remember, Yoonmin. He's a serial killer. Demon or not, all serial killers have a place they hold special. And for someone like him, his home signifies something special. It's the palace where he tortured Jiwoon."

"Ahh," Yoonmin nodded. "But…"

He glanced behind him at the invisible guest sitting on the backseat. "Are you sure there's a cookie monster sitting there?" he asked his sister. "Now that I think about it, is he responsible for the disappearance of the cookies mom made for us?"

"Oi! I'm not a cookie monster!" Magrod growled at him. "And yes. Those were delicious cookies!"

"He is," Jina confirmed. "I'll tell mom to lace them with peach powder next time."

"Too bad," Magrod said with pride. "Peach powder doesn't affect me. Bleh!"

Jina scowled at the dog. But there was no time to dwell on his stupidity. Jiwoon was in danger.

"Just be safe, partner," she muttered.