Secret Magical Lovers: Yandere Isekai Novel

The small living room was dimly lit, the faint glow of a flickering lightbulb casting eerie shadows on the cracked walls. It was a modest home, worn down by time and hardship.

Three figures occupied the room.

The first was a woman in her late thirties, dressed in plain, tattered clothing. Her face was gaunt, her eyes hollow with exhaustion and terror. Bruises marred her arms, evidence of a life filled with suffering. She clutched a small boy tightly against her chest, shielding him as if her embrace alone could protect him from the horror in front of them. The child, barely five, whimpered softly, his tiny hands gripping his mother's dress as tears streamed down his cheeks.

The third figure sat only inches away from them. Dressed in a black hooded jacket, dark pants, and matching shoes, Ezakiel leaned back in a simple white chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding. The hood of his jacket partially obscured his face, but his piercing eyes gleamed with cold indifference.

The woman swallowed hard, her voice trembling. "Why… why are you doing this to us? What have we ever done to you?!" Desperation bled into her words. "We accepted the money! We promised we wouldn't say anything!"

Ezakiel sighed, tilting his head slightly. "That's the thing," he said, his tone eerily calm. "You won't say anything… but for how long?"

His fingers drummed lazily against the armrest of the chair. "People change their minds all the time. Fear fades, greed takes over, or maybe guilt eats away at you. One day, you might decide to talk."

The woman shook her head frantically. "No! We wouldn't! I swear, we would never—"

"But I can't take that risk," Ezakiel interrupted smoothly. His gaze, cold and unfeeling, locked onto hers. "Besides the fact that I…" He let out a small, almost amused chuckle. "I don't trust anyone."

With a simple lift of his finger, the mother and child were suddenly pulled into the air. Their bodies floated helplessly, defying gravity itself. The woman screamed, clutching her son tightly, her eyes wide with horror.

"H-How are you doing this?!" she cried, her voice breaking.

Ezakiel ignored her plea. With a lazy flick of his wrist, he forced them apart, ripping the boy from his mother's grasp.

"No! Please!" she sobbed, reaching out desperately.

Ezakiel sighed as he stood up from his chair. His movements were calm, almost casual, as he pulled the child toward him with an invisible force. The boy whimpered, his small body trembling in fear.

"For me to live happily in this world, you two must die," Ezakiel said matter-of-factly. "And don't think I enjoy this—it's nothing personal. Just a necessity."

With that, he reached out, gripping the boy's fragile neck. The child barely had time to gasp before—

Crack.

The sound echoed in the room. The boy's body went limp in Ezakiel's grasp.

"You… you killed my boy…" the woman sobbed, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her body trembled as she reached toward her son's lifeless form, desperate to hold him one last time.

But she couldn't move.

An invisible force kept her frozen in place, her outstretched arms unable to bridge the small but impossible distance between them.

"Please stop," Ezakiel said, his tone devoid of sympathy. "It's useless." He sighed, tilting his head slightly. "And there's no need to keep crying—I'll be sending you to him soon enough."

With a flick of his fingers, the woman's body was pulled toward him. She gasped, struggling in vain against the unseen grip that bound her. Ezakiel reached out, fingers tightening around her throat.

But just as he was about to finish the job—

Ring.

The sound of his phone vibrating in his pocket made him pause.

Ezakiel frowned, his grip loosening slightly as he pulled out the device. He glanced at the screen.

Rin.

A slow smirk crept onto his lips.

Perfect. I didn't think she'd call me so soon. Seems telling Yayoi about our little meeting was a really good move.

Yes, he was the one who had leaked that information. After all, he needed Rin to seek his help in dealing with Yayoi. Not only would it put her in his debt, but it would also place him in her good graces. From there, he could start building a relationship with her—a completely platonic one, of course.

Because Rin Hoshinova wasn't just some ordinary girl.

Her abilities as a magical girl were truly remarkable. Unfortunately, in the original story, she had died off-screen, and neither the anime, the light novel, nor the manga had ever gone into detail about what she was truly capable of.

But there was one thing he knew for sure—if she had survived past the second arc, she would have been one of the most powerful magical girls in existence.

And now… she belongs to him.

Ezakiel accepted the call, his expression unreadable.

At the same time, his fingers dug into the woman's face, silencing her completely.

"Hello?" he answered smoothly, his tone calm—as if he weren't in the middle of murder.

"Please, please, please help me!" Rin's voice cracked with desperation. "I need your help!"

There was a brief pause.

Ezakiel kept his grip firm on the woman's face, ensuring she couldn't make a sound. His expression remained unreadable, but a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Tell me what happened," he said.

"It's my sister… she's in danger. I—" Rin's voice wavered, the weight of fear pressing down on her.

Ezakiel remained silent for a moment, letting the tension build before responding.

"Calm down," he said smoothly. "Start from the beginning. Who's threatening her?"

"It's Yayoi…" Rin swallowed hard. "She—she found out about us meeting. She's furious. And now she's saying she'll hurt my sister to punish me."

Ezakiel hummed in acknowledgment, his fingers tightening slightly on the struggling woman's face.

"I see… but how did she find out?"

"I don't know," Rin admitted, frustration and fear lacing her words. "She said some stranger told her."

"Seriously?" Ezakiel chuckled, shaking his head. "Who could do something so, so horrible?"

Rin didn't notice the mockery in his tone.

"Meet me, along with your sister, at my house," he continued. "I'll send you the address later. Be quick about it."

"You'll help us?" Rin asked, her voice almost breaking with relief.

"Of course," Ezakiel said smoothly. "But right now, I'm a bit… busy with something important."

"Okay," Rin said quickly, nodding even though he couldn't see her. With that, she ended the call.

Ezakiel lowered his phone, his smirk widening as he turned his attention back to the terrified woman in his grasp.

Everything is falling perfectly into place.

Ezakiel stared at the trembling woman, his grip firm on her face. Then, with an almost casual tone, he spoke.

"You know… since I'm going to kill you anyway, I might as well tell you the truth."

The woman's tear-streaked eyes widened, her breath hitching in fear.

"The reason your husband is dead isn't because he killed himself after a fight with me," Ezakiel continued. "Nor did I force him to do it." He tilted his head slightly, as if pondering his next words. "No… he was killed by a monster."

The woman's body stiffened.

"And the funny thing?" His lips curled into a smirk. "It was the same monster that killed me."

Her eyes filled with shock, but before she could say anything, Ezakiel kept going.

"Unlike your husband, though, I came back to life. Not as a normal human, of course—but I don't really care about that," he said dismissively. Then, in a tone of mock sympathy, he added, "Besides… your husband deserved his cruel death. If only he had been smart enough to start the damn car."

The woman let out a muffled sob against his palm.

Ezakiel loosened his grip just enough for her to gasp in a desperate breath—before tightening it again.

"Be grateful," he mused, his voice calm. "Not many get to know this truth. And those who do? They either have their memories erased, or…" His fingers pressed into her skin slightly. "They die."

A pause.

"Sometimes, it's even worse."

More tears slipped down her cheeks, but she couldn't move. She was completely helpless.

"There are people in this world so messed up that they make me look like a saint by comparison," Ezakiel said with a smirk.

He sighed, as if bored. "Well… enough talk."

His eyes flickered with a faint glow.

The woman's body suddenly went limp.

Her eyes, once filled with terror, glazed over.

She was dead.

Truly dead.

And it had happened in an instant.

"Instant death…" Ezakiel muttered, watching her lifeless form collapse onto the floor. "Works like a charm."

With a snap of his fingers, reality itself shifted.

"I'll make this look like a suicide," he murmured, amusement lacing his tone. "How convenient."