To Cha Hakyeon the devil wasn't a rutheless rage filled being from hell. Not at all. Surely there was no one darker than the boy, not much younger than himself, who sat across from him glaring, with his deep obsidian eyes and piercing into his soul. In his mind, no one was darker than Jung Taekwoon. To Jung Taekwoon the devil need not be dressed in red and black. For all he knew the devil could be wearing a clown suit. He stood right before him in a bright sweater with windswept hair a