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hazinhoodies · 5 years

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Mal en Point (part xv)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: uh i know its been a while and im sorry, uni is really hard and all im really asking is that you give me the same support that you give other writers when they dont post regularly or they post sporadically like i am iright now. quite frankly i don’t think i’ve been getting that but anyways. heres this. enjoy.

Warnings: overwhelming fluff, uh me not knowing what to write in the first half, uh i wrote most of this while i was drunk so sorry

Word Count: 2.7k

“Lilith put some new stuff in your wardrobe I believe, why don’t you look through those?” Harry asks as you round the corner down the hall that leads to your bedroom, you were starting to get to know your way around better. You’d just told him about Harrison asking you to dinner and inquired about what to wear. Truthfully, he was the best friend you had down here. Harry had smirked when you told him about Harrison’s proposition, clearly, he knew something you didn’t, but you didn’t pester about it.

“Well, that was the plan, look through what I have. I’ll figure something out hopefully” You push open the door to your room and Harry follows you in, sitting down in the velvet upholstered chair in front of the vanity in your room and spinning it so it faces you and the wardrobe you search through.

“You know I'm not much help with this, right? I’m not the best at this sort of stuff. I’ve got about seven of the same shirt and pants in my closet and that’s because Harrison chose them for me then I just stuck with it.” Harry lounges back in the chair, tapping his fingers along the arm.

“Yeah but you have eyes. You can tell me if something’s okay or not.” You continue to search through, stopping at a dress that looks eerily similar to the one Iezebel wore the one time you met her. You run the fabric between your fingers before moving on. That just felt wrong to you. You stop at a red one, not a deep burgundy red, a vibrant red, and pull it out, looking at it momentarily before turning it around to show Harry who only shrugs and tells you to try it.

You look at yourself in the mirror of the en-suite bathroom off of your room. You feel out of place. Like you stand out too much. As if that’s not how you’ve felt this entire time. The dress stops a little lower than your mid-thigh and hugs your waist in a way that you love. Stepping out of the bathroom finally, Harry’s attention moves from lighting and extinguishing the oil lamp on your vanity and onto you where his eyes go wide.

“I don’t think you have to look much longer, that was easy,” Harry says and you shake your head, a tight smile on your lips. “I’m serious. If it’s that easy every time then I’m glad to help, or maybe I’m just way better at this than I thought” That time you laugh out loud.

“You did absolutely nothing but waste my lamp, don’t flatter yourself Harry” You laugh from the bathroom as you change back into your plain black clothing you were in before. You still don’t know how you feel about the black clothing. It suits you, it suits everyone really, but it doesn’t feel the same as the white. There’s something more comforting about it, it feels lighter. There aren’t a million rules attached to the colour. You don’t have to upkeep some unspoken oath to wear it.

“I have to get going, Haz wants me,” he says as he stands up, making his way over to you.

“What? How do you know?” You question, brows furrowed in confusion, so much so that the rest of your face scrunches up with it.

“I just know, weird things happen in hell, darling,” He says with a chuckle before continuing what he was going to say before. “Try not to stress too much about tonight. He’s not mean, not going to hurt you or anything. He’s just as nervous as you are, trust me.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, “Try to have fun, it’ll make things easier”

Harrison watches as the small wood post erupts into flames, staring at it as the ash crumbles down and falls onto the floor, the orange edges fading to black. He’s so distracted that he doesn’t even hear the door open.

“Not bad. How long that’d take you?” Harrison knows it’s Tom before he turns around but he still does, only to see him leaning against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest, face illuminated by the flickering orange of the disintegrating post. Harrison glances back at the post, deciding to let it burn out on its own before turning back to Tom and walking towards him.

“Not long, couple seconds of focus” Harrison opens the door and holds it for Tom who pushes himself off the wall and heads out the door, letting Harrison follow him.

“Really? You’re doing better” Harrison replies with a hum as the door clicks shut behind him, Tom continues, “I could do that when we were ten years old”

“Haha, very funny” Harrison replies dryly to Tom’s comments, hoping he hides hurt from the nerve Tom hit. “Was there something you needed?”

“Just coming to tell you that I’m heading to Earth soon to look for Lucius”

“How long do you think it’ll take?”

“If it takes any longer than a couple days I’ll let you know” Harrison nods and the two are left in silence momentarily. “So when were you going to tell me about the date with the angel you’ve got?”

“It’s not a date. Were just having dinner”

“Okay but normally ‘just dinner’ between two people who are attracted to each other isn’t just dinner”

“You think she’s attracted to me?”

“Her and everyone else in Hell” Harrison feels his cheeks heat up at the thought. “I think it’s a bad idea but nothing I’ve ever said has ever stopped you from doing anything so try to have fun I guess? Oh and wear the red suit with the weird pattern thing and the two different shades of red” Tom gestures in vague shapes across his chest, trying to demonstrate what he was thinking, only making Harrison laugh. Tom stops and deadpans at Harrison.

“No, please keep going,” Harrison says with a laugh.

“Oh shut up, you know what one I mean. Div” Tom rolled his eyes when Harrison only laughed more. “Okay, I’m going to go save a kid or something like that.”

“You go do that. Don’t hurt yourself” Toms already walking down the hall, only responding with a shake of his head.

Tom was right. Harrison did know what suit he was talking about. He buttons up the cuff and looks in the mirror. Admittedly he looked good, or at least he felt like he did. He’d only ever worn this one a few times before but it looked nice. Harrison runs his hand over his rib and down the jacket, feeling the change in texture from the different fabrics. He takes in one deep breath and exhales before going to the dining hall to make sure it was alright before you arrived.

By the time that you had gotten there, Harrison had made sure that the overly large table, the table he never even used for that matter, was gone and replaced with a smaller circular one. Although it made the room seem ginormous and empty, he figured it was better than two people sitting at a table meant to seat forty.

Dinner went well. He thought so. You did too. You told him about Heaven, life with someone powerful as your father, not that he didn’t know what it was like, the two of you compared shitty experiences. He told you stories of him and Tom as children and all the stupid things they did and only sometimes got caught for. He had you laughing so hard that wine nearly came out of your nose, and you had his heart fluttering with every giggle or smile that left your lips. Nevertheless, the stories left you with a small feeling of secondhand dread. What had happened that made them stop being friends?

The two of you wandered the garden behind the castle for a while, neither of you want the date to end. You admired the leaves on the bushes that were maybe only six inches shorter than you, the ones scattered with pretty flowers, while Harrison admired you doing so, never having seen something so beautiful as you. Especially when you seem happy. The small smile on your lips was one he hoped to burn into his mind for eternity, he never wants to forget what you look like right now, eyes bright and endless. Granted, you didn’t see him watching you.

“I didn’t know Hell had anything so beautiful” Your voice was sweet and soft, Harrison wants to hear it over and over for the rest of his life. He’s certain that anything you say would sound like a symphony, beautifully in sync and perfectly harmonized. If you think this is beautiful, you should see yourself, he thinks.

“This garden was probably the only good thing my father ever did. He created it for my mother, an attempt to woo her into marrying him really. She always told me that she would have anyways” He says and you turn around to face him, the smile that you have creates a similar one on his.

“It is gorgeous” is all you say after, continuing to take steps along the garden path.

“Can I ask you something, Y/N?” He says as polite as he can.

“Of course” You respond shaking your head gently, your brows furrow for a fraction of a second, wondering why he’d ask to ask you a question.

“Why did you fall? What did you do?” He asks, genuinely curious. Of course, he’d gotten an answer from you earlier, now he was hoping for something more concrete, something about you is hidden in that answer and he wants to find it.

“I did it on purpose,” You say hesitantly, “Seven sins. It’ll get you down to hell faster than you can say it” You chuckle.

“You’ve told me that but why?” He asks further. You stare at the grown, your feet stepping along the soft dirt in the pathway through the bushes.

“When I was little,” You start, “my mother and I were very close. My whole family was. We all looked out for each other, I tried my best but I was too young at the time to really understand life. I have this vivid memory of my mother and I going into the Great Hall to see my father. That’s what I thought was happening at least. It wasn’t uncommon for us to go see him after work and for us all to go home together”

“Sounds lovely, really” He interjects when you pause.

“It was. It really was. But this time my father picks me up and mother kisses my cheek and there are tears in her eyes. She goes into this one room and my father and I aren’t allowed in. She tells me she loves me and the door shuts behind her. And that was the last time I saw her” You end the story and rub at your eyes. Harrison doesn’t really know how to react, so he stands there, mouth agape momentarily.

“I asked what happened to her when I was older. My dad said she was banished here but never gave me a reason. Never told me what she did” You look up at Harrison and he can see the tears in your eyes, the way they’ve been glossed over with tears, glassy and about to spill over. He moves before he can stop himself, his hands coming to rest against your cheek, his thumb ready to wipe away anything that might start to roll down. He can’t help but notice the way that you lean into his touch as your cheeks start to heat up, your eyes fluttering shut for a second. It hurts but he knows that he has to say this.

“We haven’t had an angel fall in well over million years until you” He hopes you ignore the way his voice cracked and put the pieces together on your own so he doesn’t have to explicitly say that she’s not here. So he doesn’t have to tell you that you fell for nothing. You start nodding, his hand finally falling from your cheek. “I’m sorry”

“I know. It’s okay, don’t worry” You wipe your eyes and continue through the garden, exiting the tall bushes and finding the flowers which seem to cheer you up somewhat. You squat down to look at some pink camellias, admiring them, Harrison can’t help but to notice the red spots on your back, right where your wings would be.

“Does that hurt?” He asks and you stand up.

“Hm? Oh only a little bit”

“Here, let me help,” He says and you turn around, pulling your hair over one shoulder to grant him access to your back. He presses his thumbs into the red spots, causing them to ache for a second before the pain starts to go away. Harrison stops sooner than you would’ve liked him too, his hands falling from your shoulder blades as he comes to stand in front of you. “Better?” he asks, and you nod, giving him a soft smile and a quiet ‘thank you’

“Of course, it’s from your wings growing back, but it shouldn’t last long” He explains and you give him another small nod. The two of you stand there for a moment, your eyes wander the rest of the garden, still in shock of how beautiful it is. Movement from Harrison in your peripherals catches your attention, he’s leaning down and pulling off a flower from the camellias you had just been looking at earlier, he breaks it off from near the ground, leaving minimal blank space in the other flowers and then breaks off the much too long length of stem to something smaller and more manageable as he stands.

“May I?” He asks and raises the flower to accompany the question and you nod with a smile. His empty hand brushes your hair behind your ear before he passes the flower into that hand and places it behind your ear, holding back your hair. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks at the action. “You really do look stunning Y/N, I’m not sure how clear I made that earlier”

“You made that very clear at dinner, don’t worry” You chuckle and his hand slips down to your cheek once again.

“Well, then this is me reminding you” He smiles, its toothy and adorable and you swear your heart melts right there. You don’t notice how much either of you had been leaning towards the other until you can feel his breath warm against your skin, sending chills down your spine

“Thank you” Your lips brush against his when you speak, teasing at more. It sends a spark across Harrison’s lip that he’s dying to feel again.

Harrison caves. He tilts your jaw up and pressed his lips against yours, the sparks come back, flurrying through every nerve in his body. He’s got both hands on your cheeks now as if he needs to feel that this is real, like if he lets go you’ll be gone, slipped through his fingers. Your hands come to rest where his collar bones meet his shoulders and soon enough they slide up, across the fabric of his dress shirt, his suit jacket still on the back of his chair in the dining room, and your hands clasped together behind his head, pulling him impossibly closer. If you could live in this moment forever you would, but the two of you are starting to run out of air, there isn’t even time to open your eyes before your lips are back on his after the momentary breath. You can feel him smile into the kiss and it makes you smile too until the two of you are giggling so much that you can’t even focus on kissing the other. Your foreheads rest together as you catch your breath, Harrison is the first to speak.

“Fuck” is all he says, making both of you laugh. You’d let him kiss you until you were black and blue. He continues; “Where have you been all my life"

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ladymatt · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, POV Alec Lightwood, Angel Alec Lightwood, Demon Magnus Bane, Otherwise known as Integrity and Temptation respectively, The battle between good and evil, In a Brooklyn youth club, just go with it, Fluff and Humor

*Week 10 entry for the sh_ficletinstruments writing challenge*

Summary: The angel, Integrity, runs a Brooklyn youth club which aims to provide the tools for a morally-upstanding life, while the demon, Temptation, is the weekly visitor making his job hell!

#MyFanFic #FightingTheGoodFight #Angel/DemonAU #Resisting temptation is HARD #ficletinstruments #Week 10 Prompt: Regrets #I have too much fun making these basic graphics #But I have ZERO regrets #Fluff and humour

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howdoyouspellepiphany · 6 years

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The Prophecy

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park jimin (DemonAU)

Words: 5653 words

Summary: Long ago, the Divines and Fallens received a prophecy that promises their demise in the hands of a mortal that says:

Beautiful as the creature may be, fire doesn’t burn, ice doesn’t freeze, water doesn’t drown and lightning doesn’t destroy.

Now, the demon prince (Min Yoongi) meets a pink-haired waiter (Park Jimin) who looks like heaven and smells like sin. As their relationship blossom, the Divines and Fallens are beginning to wonder about the prophecy.

Warnings: Crude language, ignorant author

Note: I kind of know how Tumblr works now. Yay

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Min Yoongi is known to be a heavy sleeper who once slept for 2 days straight without an ounce of remorse. He remembers the good times when he wakes to burnt candles and the smell of spider lilies. It took him a while to realise that his room has been transformed into a shrine to respect his ‘departed’ soul. His father had his mother come to Infernum to see him for ‘the last time’. Yoo Jung was seen wailing when she hears about her son from her husband. That year, autumn came faster than any other years as Demeter tried to calm her daughter down. But the thought of losing her son hurts.

When he wakes, he wakes to his mother hugging him and was engulfed in a bone-crushing hug from his little brother and Namjoon. He got a beating from Jin and Hoseok refused to talk to him for days. Yoongi did receive an earful from his parents and was – what happened afterwards? His memory doesn’t serve him any justice as the memory appears to be fragmented and lost. But it is expected since he did lose a big chunk of his childhood; only retaining a few important ones.

When Yoongi was forced to act as regent, even the slightest noise wakes him up. Nothing gives him peace anymore and whenever Namjoon or any other council members try to start a conversation with him, it’s never about music or the sky. It’s always about work and more work. And eventually, sleep doesn’t seem as important like it once used to. Not when all the creatures living on Earth that are registered under Vescor is under his protection and not when he has a kingdom to run. Sure, if he wants to, he can use aggression and violence to get things done but that’s not what Hades had taught him. The king of Infernum had taught him to be fair and that’s exactly what he will become; fair.

In the dead of the night, Namjoon stumbles in the room through a small door connecting the hall and their shared chamber in his demon form. The said man desperately tries to be as quiet as he could despite knocking everything over. His advisor’s efforts were fruitless but it’s the thought that counts even though it’s rather painful how hard Namjoon is trying. All Yoongi is hoping now is that his pink-haired advisor doesnt leave a trail of blood on the way to their shared room.

Nevertheless, Namjoon in his demon form is relatively scary. He doubles his normal height and has grown claws for nails. Demon Namjoon has heterochromia – red on his left and light blue on his right with big horns on his head and two snakes as a tail. His father was the previous Asmodeus before he steps down with Ken as his successor while his mother was a Wendigo; the most powerful kind to have ever existed. Namjoon is the son of the sun and the moon and he is already very resourceful even before he took the position as Yoongi’s advisor. His once brute Namjoon now whispers curses every time he stubs his toe near a furniture and when he trips over his own leg in fear of waking Yoongi up.

Little did he know, the prince is already up the moment he steps in the front door.

When Namjoon stops near his bed, simultaneously dropping a few Ryan dolls on the floor, the demon pants as he tries to regain his human form. Yoongi quietly listens to Namjoon’s pained grunts and laboured breathing as the latter’s bones snap and crack to signal the start of the bone remodelling and the retraction of his demonic features.

It hurt.

It always hurt. How can it not? Their bones are remodelled while their extra organs/limbs are forced to retract back into the ‘slumber’ body. As for Namjoon’s case, his heterochromatic eyes and horns need to be kept too. ‘Jin-hyung would know what to do to lessen his pain,’ Yoongi thought. ‘Jin-hyung will always know what to do. They are bonded, after all.’

After a few excruciating minutes of hearing Namjoon’s grunts and pants, his advisor slumps over the bed while his two snakes slither across the bed, hissing noisily. The prince grumbles as he gets out of bed. It is futile to try and go back to sleep when his mind is at its loudest. When Yoongi approaches the two snakes, they had lowered their head and with a silent command from Yoongi, they retract into Namjoon’s body. Poor boy must have lost all his energy. Although it almost never happened to Namjoon, gathering the information must have been more tiring and energy-draining than Yoongi had originally thought.

The mint-haired prince grabs a Ryan-themed blanket and puts it over his advisor’s body as he glances over to Jeongguk’s empty bed. It has been untouched for days and his bed still has the same, white and unwrinkled sheets. He had to resist the urge to lay on it or touch it just to spite his little brother but decided against it. Rather than fight Guk, he’d rather spend it on finding the little bastard who is trying to steal his kingdom from him.

Min Yoongi walks out of the room and makes his way towards the balcony, not forgetting to grab a box of cigarettes on the coffee table. He glances at the brown piano and decided to just sit outside. His slim fingers grab one stick and puts it between his lips. He lights it up with his forefinger as he stares at the bright lights decorating the tall buildings before him. He sucks in all the nicotine as much as he can before exhaling a puff of grey smoke. Seoul, even his sight is restricted behind the grey smoke, still resembles a lighted up Christmas tree. It is impossible for him to be at a place in the city where light doesn’t hit for it has always been so bright and festive in the heart of Seoul.

Seoul, in his eyes is bright.

But bright lights cast the biggest shadow. People can only see the superficial parts and fail to see the deep parts.

He finishes the cigarette with 2 more takes and he had extracted his wings. His grand, magnificent, black wings have made its appearance (smaller due to space constraint but the beauty of his wings can never be compromised.) and tore his pale skin and the black shirt he wore to bed in the process. Specks of blood splatters everywhere within the proximity, decorating his mother’s mini garden with tiny droplets of red. He stands on the railing as he takes in a deep breath of the early morning air.

He jumped off and with his fully extended wings, he had soared off to the dark skies where the stars decorate across the sky and the moon is hung high up in the sky. It is times like these that he enjoys most. The serendipity he feels and the ephemeral feeling of being free. Free while he is in the sky for when he steps back down, the shackles are back on his limbs, tying him down to Vescor and Infernum while his responsibilities hit him like violent waves.

If his father were here, would he have let the massacre happen? What could he have done to prevent it? The thoughts cloud his mind and once again, his eyes change colours and black takes over.

When he looks down from above, he has a very mean look on his face. One that Hades wears all the time and it’s the look of disgust and disdain. Yoongi puts all his wrath in one flock of his wings and he is almost sure that the wind will eventually turn into a tornado or cause a tsunami somewhere.

Seoul, in his eyes is black.

Seoul resembles both Paradisus and Infernum for the most part.

They are both dark and light

They are grey.

He is grey – devoid of colour, and is just a shade between the bleaching white and swallowing black.

Before Yoongi flew back, he had stayed to watch the sunrise. Memories of Hoseok and Mejiwoo, the angel’s elder sister being created flashes through his mind. No sunrise can ever be compared to that morning Hoseok and Mejiwoo is born.

Beautiful.

They both of them are beautiful and golden.

They’re different from the grey lead Yoongi is known for.

When the prince flew back, the balcony is wiped clean of his blood and the door is left open to allow air to come in. He retracts his wings the moment he stumbles into the room as the smell of food floods his senses. He, just like any other demons don’t need food to nourish them but it doesn’t mean that they don’t enjoy it.

Yoongi pulls the torn shirt over his body as he walks confidently towards the kitchen where an expected Jin-hyung is cooking with a pastel yellow with little blue clouds apron as the male hums to a melody Yoongi easily recognizes. It was a song he used to play on the piano to show off to his friends. After… A tragedy? Yoongi doesn’t know. As far as he knew, he hasn’t played it in a long time probably due to his duties as regent but it feels like there is something else underlying it. Something must have happened that made him stop playing the piano since he couldn’t bring himself to even touch the brown, old piano his mother still keeps around just in case he changes his mind.

He walks straight to the kitchen where a cup of freshly roasted coffee is set on the table next to a bowl of rice cooked with black and red beans while Jin transfers the fried chicken to a more presentable plate after draining the excessive oil. Yoongi scans the table as he hums in approval. Jin had made a traditional Korean breakfast with the side dishes ready and he has already begun salivating. There are some tofu cooked in soy sauce and egg omelette.

“You’re making a lot. Are you expecting guests?” Jin scoffs at the playful jest as the prince sips on his coffee. It is black, sugarless and hot – just the way he likes it.

“They’re not for you.” Jin places the fried chicken on the table as he cleans his hands with some soap and dries them on his apron. Yoongi smiles a little when the table is clearly set for two since Namjoon and probably Jeongguk (whom Yoongi assumes is back due to the amount of fried chicken Jin had made) wakes up fairly late.

Jin grabs his chopsticks after Yoongi had shove a fried chicken into his mouth. Even if Jin speaks freely to Yoongi, it has never been forgotten that Yoongi is still the prince of Infernum and the son of Aphrodite respects his younger friend a lot for it. And he tends it to show it in subtle actions. “Yoongi-ah, Ken had told me that Suran-noona called yesterday, asking for you.” Yoongi grunts and shoves another mouthful of rice and chicken into his mouth. “It’s about Vescor.” Yoongi looks up from his food before resuming eating. Jin pauses for a while, as if getting a telepathic message from the prince.

‘Talk about it after breakfast.’

“Anyway, I think it’s high time you get a phone.” Jin said, mimicking Yoongi’s eating style.

“Then get me one.”

“I will. But you need to come get it at Aphrodite before nightfall.”

“Yeah, ok.” Yoongi mumbles as he asks for seconds.

“No.” Yoongi stresses, glaring at Hoseok from behind the transparent shower curtains. After breakfast, Jin left without telling him what Suran wants and Yoongi just let it be. They will be meeting soon, anyway. It shouldn’t matter if Jin had forgotten or not.

Hoseok came a few minutes after with a joyful smile and shining eyes. Apparently, the angel told Yoongi that he’ll be closing his dance studio, Gabriel for some time to help out at Yoo Jung’s floristry, ‘Bunga’.

“Hyung,” The angel whines as the demon prince growls in the shower. The angel leans against the blue and white tiles of the bathroom as supports a pout. The demon prince scowls in response as he takes a sum of shampoo and wash his mint-green hair thoroughly. He makes sure to wash his hair properly and condition it before going out. Frizzy, dried up hair is the last thing he needs during his stay on Earth. “I swear I have a good excuse.”

“What could even be a good excuse, Seokkie? You’re closing Jibril-“

“Gabriel.” Hoseok frowns.

“Same difference. They’re both your mentor’s name.”

“True, but my dance studio is ‘Gabriel’. So, say it correctly.” Yoongi sticks his head under the shower and washes his shampoo-ed hair.

“As I was saying, you closing down-”

“On a short hiatus.” Hoseok corrected once again and in turn, the irritated demon takes in a deep, sharp breath.

“Can you stop interrupting me for once, Seokkie? For fuck’s sake.” Yoongi glares at the angel who still supports the joyful smile and shining eyes. Hoseok knows that Yoongi means nothing behind his insults and welcome them with open arms.

“I need to make it clear so that you don’t get the wrong idea. I need a short break from dance, hyung.” Hoseok said, pushing himself off the humid wall as Yoongi applies conditioner to his hair. The angel takes the articles of his clothes off and joins the demon prince in the shower. “Hyung,” Hoseok said in a soft voice – the voice he uses to persuade Yoongi. “Please believe in me when I tell you that. I have been thinking about it for a while. I swear I’m not lying.” Hoseok whispers against the expanse of his skin as the latter trail kisses all over the demon prince’s back. Yoongi sighs when Hoseok wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist.

“Dancing is your dream, Seokkie.” Yoongi whispers, staring at the steam radiating from the hot shower as he reaches over to press some body wash on his palm when Hoseok beats him to it.

“Yes, but Yoongi-hyung, helping you is a second nature to me.” Hoseok never ceases his kisses even when he lathers Yoongi’s pale, cold skin with firewood and mist scented soap. Yoongi stays quiet afterwards. What the angel said hold truths to it and the golden colour hovering Hoseok’s honey skin proves it. Hoseok is the first man and species different from Yoongi’s own that he had slept with and Yoongi still remembers the state of euphoria he felt during the night with Hoseok. He remembers the younger’s gentle touches and hushed wishes – all which he succumbs to.

But it was just one night and it made Hoseok unable to fly despite having wings of his own. His halo dimmed significantly after that night and the two of them refrained from any sexual intercourse mainly on Yoongi’s side in order to preserve Hoseok’s status as an angel. He would be damned if he ever let the younger angel fall.

He already let one get so sick, she may never be able to recover and continue her remaining life as an angel.

“Hyung,” Hoseok whispers from behind him, fingers now massaging Yoongi’s tensed back. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.” Yoongi lies behind his teeth as he continues his shower. “I’ll let you do whatever you want.” The prince says after a while of silence.

“You’ll let me work at ‘Bunga’?”

“If that’s what you really want to do.” Hoseok gives him the biggest smile he has ever seen as he hops out of the shower and grabs his clothes on the floor.

“Yes!” The angel cheers as he simply takes Yoongi’s towel and runs out the bathroom without closing the door.

“At least close the fucking door.” Yoongi grumbles.

“Oh by the way,” Hoseok sticks his head at the ajar door. “As proof that I will never regret working at ‘Bunga’ is that I overheard Jackson Wang’s trainees from Tantara Records that the ‘New Ruler of Infernum’ is going to overthrow you.” When Yoongi’s eyes darken as he stops the water flow, Hoseok raises his hands in defence. “It’s their words, not mine.”

“Overthrow me?” Yoongi chuckles darkly. “Me? What a joke.” With all the heat radiating from Yoongi’s body, the water droplets quickly turn to steam and evaporated into the thin air. “Little bastard couldn’t even enter the castle without my permission.” The castle is located in the heart of Infernum in the main, capital city, Gehenna. It is designed to pulverize anyone who doesn’t carry Hades’s blood in their veins if they ever try to leave or enter without their consent.

And his guards are trained to be loyal to the crown – all so ready to please and kill for the crown. His top general is Lucifer and followed by other 4 demons named Beelzebub, Belphegor Leviathan and Mammon. They are all trained by Hades to specifically protect the royal family and the peace of Infernum. They will never betray him.

Yoongi tells himself just that every time he finds himself alone but it gets harder to convince himself. What the prince got in return isn’t relief but strange anxiety. None of his guards back home in Infernum had contacted him and they are supposed to report to Namjoon or him every subsequent day. But no updates were given. The Styx Goddess hasn’t updated anything either but it must because that she was crowned to be regent after his absence.

He just hopes that the Goddess of Styx would try to make lessen the complications of any given matters that were given in his absence.

To come back and see the whole Infernum on fire (due to her lover, Acheron) is the last thing he wants.

By the time he got dressed, Jeongguk woke up with a pout, asking where he’s going. He’s very confident that his little brother is only acting upon reflex and that he is not even half awake yet as the younger demon struggles to keep his eyes open only to fall back to bed. Yoongi cracks a small smile and pulls the blanket over Jeongguk’s torso before making his way to the balcony.

“Are you leaving?” Hoseok says with mouth-full of rice and fried chicken as he stumbles from the kitchen.

“Only for a little while, yes. Things are strange back in Infernum. They aren’t reporting anything to me.”

“You mean, Lucifer.” Hoseok swallows as he says the fallen angel’s name in distaste. Hoseok wasn’t born yet when the whole Adam-Eve-forbidden apple fiasco and neither have Yoongi. While the angel has his own views on the fallen angel, Yoongi does too. Hoseok doesn’t understand why Lucifer couldn’t have just listened to orders even if he doesn’t want to do it. Following orders are simple. You don’t have to feel it. You just do it. It baffles the angel greatly. It’s better to just go along with things without questioning it rather than having their wings ripped off of their backs. Yoongi, on the other hand, understands where the jealousy is coming from for he would have been jealous too if his parents have another child and decided to love the child more than him. It’s the same with Lucifer. His maker practically gave him a big ‘fuck you’ and chose the human who is made out of clay. Since when did dirty-ass clay become better than fire?

“Seokkie,” Yoongi pauses as he sticks his tongue against his cheek in mild exasperation. “Not today.”

Hoseok can only sigh in response. Yoongi has never been one to actually share his business about his generals with him. Even if they are close, Yoongi can never fully trust the angel for Hoseok’s loyalty belongs to Zeus and the likes. Yoongi isnt one to hold a conversation regarding Infernum affairs with anyone other than Namjoon and Jeongguk. It isn’t anything deep it’s just how it’s always been. “Alright, sorry.” Hoseok mumbles as he swallows the food he has been munching. “I’ll be in ‘Bunga’ if you need me.”

Yoongi watches the angel retreat to the kitchen with a bowl in his hand and sighs. Hoseok is upset and truthfully, Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to care. Not now, not today.

He stands on the railings, jump off the building and allows his wings to be extracted from his skin with a sickening crack. Yoongi no longer grimaces at the sound or the pain it seems to bring whenever he summoned them when he was younger. Now, he only feels a numbing and tingly sensation. He flies up into the sky and towards a crevice in a dark area where sunlight doesn’t hit Seoul. He soars and glides with the wind and once he found a dark crevice, he speaks in an ancient language – one that Charon, the ferryman understands so that he could open the entrance for the prince.

When Yoongi returns to his palace in central Gehenna, the capital city of Infernum, Styx and her lover, Acheron is found waiting for him in the gardens on the palace. Styx had filled him in the information he wanted during his absence and she admitted that she hasn’t been able to update him on anything due to Lucifer’s disappearance.

“It’s bad, Your Highness. The Sluaghs are all over the place now that Lucifer isn’t around to keep an eye on them.” Styx says, rushing towards Yoongi as soon as the man steps in the premises of the palace. Styx is a woman who is made of water with long, flowy hair. She is the guardian and the Goddess of Styx River, the main of the 5 rivers surrounding Infernum. Her lover, Acheron, is the guardian of the fiery river in Infernum, the Acheron River. The man doesn’t speak much and when he does, he only tends to only speak to his lover. The man of big build next to Styx has red hair and red eyes. “Lethe, Coccytus and Phlegethon have been trying to curb the Sluaghs along with Leviathan. But for some reason, my prince,” Styx says, warily looking around. “The Sluaghs said something about the ‘New Ruler of Infernum’.”

‘Fuck’ Yoongi closes his eyes in annoyance. ‘Lucifer is gone? Where the fuck did her go?’ His patience is really wearing thin. One: Is the cause of his anxiety was proven to be right? Two: If he ever hears another one calling the bastard the ‘New Ruler of Infernum’, his hands will really be their new choker. “What did they say, Styx-noona?” Yoongi’s voice wavers as he tries to remain calm. It is much too dangerous for him to lose control in the public eye.

“I think matters such as these are best discussed in the protection of the castle walls.” Styx said, touching her lover’s hand, burning herself in the process. Acheron quickly steps away but Styx doesn’t let his hand go. Yoongi has never understood the love Styx and Acheron shares. They can’t even touch each other without hurting each other and they couldn’t continue their day without touching each other. Yoongi watches the steam arising from where their hands meet and couldn’t bring himself to say anything. Acheron once burnt Styx alive at the beginning of time for he was a raging fire that couldn’t be controlled. The man weeped for years until Hades decided to bring Styx back in the form of water to him. Acheron sees it as a chance that was given to him to live happily with his love and pledged loyalty to the crown for as long as he shall live if it meant he could live with Styx. Bu that’s not all that he did. The man actually changed. From the rambunctious, unforgiving and wild fire turned tame just for a fragile lover.

Yoongi didn’t understand why Styx chose to stay then and he doesn’t understand why she chose to stay now.

The three of them walk to the throne room in no haste when the pair of lovers are forced to part when Lethe came, panting, asking Acheron to join in the fight upon Leviathan’s orders before greeting the prince. When Acheron left, Styx opens the door to the throne room and Yoongi strides up to his throne. It has only been 2 days in the human world and he’s already missing his throne and the black, pointy crown that sits comfortably on his mint hair. “My prince, a few minutes after Namjoon left for Earth, a peculiar man came to my river.” This immediately catches Yoongi’s attention. Only gods and goddesses who are ready to make a pledge will descend to Infernum to see the Styx Goddess where a mark of their word will be tattooed on their skin.

Namjoon and Jin had made their vow in front of Styx and their vow of ‘Semper Fidelis’ are tattooed around their neck like a chain – a leash.

“He was wearing a black cloak, one that covers his hair but a few strands of green hair is visible. His pale is fair, so fair it resembles yours, Your Highness. He’s different. The hate that he radiates isn’t like anything I have ever tasted before. The hate – it radiates throughout his body, sire.”

Yoongi watches the water-woman as she tries to describe how it tasted like. Styx River feeds on hatred and loathing. ‘The stronger the feeling, the better the taste’ Yoongi recalls Styx once told him before. And for her to describe it as an exquisite taste doesn’t make him happy at all.

“And when he makes the oath with me, he left.”

“What vow did he make?” Yoongi asks even though he knows Styx will never tell him.

“Your majesty, you know I am very tight-lipped about oaths and vows.”

“Even if it means doing me a great favour?” Yoongi asks and Styx stares at him.

“Are you implying that the green-haired boy is the rumoured man?”

“I don’t know, noona. Nobody does.” Yoongi is tired. He just wants to find this boy and burn him alive. He just wants a cup of coffee and some peaceful time in his kingdom and on Earth. But that is a luxury he doesn’t seem to be able to afford. Lucifer is missing, the Sluaghs are doing whatever the fuck they please, the mysterious kelp on Earth, the slaughter of the People of Poseidon and now a boy with ominous energy. “Namjoon, Wang and his pups are all over the place trying to gather intel for me.” Yoongi grumbles as he stands from his throne.

“Anyway, while Luci is gone, have Mammon take charge. I want those Sluaghs in the dungeons.” Having Mammon, the demon known for avarice in charge is never a good idea in Yoongi’s point of view for Mammon is greedy and sadistic. He takes and takes but never gives and most importantly, he goes against Yoongi’s principles of being fair. But Mammon will have to do for now just until Lucifer gets back. He couldn’t possibly have Leviathan for she has too much on her plate right now and Belphegor is known for his laziness and lastly, Beelzebub is known for his gluttonous life. Yoongi would be damned if Beelzebub resorts to eating those Sluaghs who refuses to listen to him.

“Will do, sire.” Styx bows at Yoongi as he walks down the stairs.

“I need you to be extremely tight-lipped regarding this matter. I will leave Infernum in your hands for the time being and I expect it to be in good conditions. I need you to update me whenever you can. You no longer need Lucifer to transmit any message to me.” Styx nods in understanding. “One more thing, noona…” Yoongi trails off as he takes off the black, pointing crown from his mint hair as he runs his hair through it. “How’s… Y’know, Hoseok’s sister?” Yoongi asks despite knowing what Styx will reply judging from her eyes.

The guardian of Styx River has averted her eyes from meeting her prince’s bluish-grey ones. “She’s still the same.” The prince purses his lips. “I will still send the purple hyacinths to her despite you being on Earth.” Yoongi gives her a small smile and nods slowly. The prince hopes that if the other half of the golden sibling will accept the flowers and listen them if she refuses to listen to him.

“I have another favour to ask from you, noona.” Styx smiles and tilts her head to the left. “Can you have Charon change some Danakes to Korean Won?”

“May I inquire for what purpose?” The beautiful woman asks as she tucks one finger under her chin. She finds the favour rather peculiar because while her prince is known for many things, Min Yoongi isnt a lavish person.

“I need to buy some rubies for Jin-hyung.”

‘Ah, so that’s what it is.’ The water-woman thought as she pats Yoongi on the shoulder in response. “Did you put my sweet Jin on a dry spell again?”

“No, I didn’t.” Yoongi gives his noona a pointed look as the said man rubs the back of his neck and in response, the guardian guffaws.

“Whatever you say, Yoongi-ah. I’ll have them delivered to you and do ask Suran to accompany you when you buy them so you don’t get some ugly-ass ones.”

“Rude.” The prince mumbles as the prince makes his way out of the castle and Styx trailing close behind him. She had struggled to match his pace but the prince is way too fast for her liking. When the prince stops in his garden and extricate his wings to their full expanse, Styx abruptly stops. She doesn’t want to be in those wings’ proximity when they’re out. One flap and she might evaporate into thin air. “Take care, noona. Both yourself and my kingdom.” Yoongi said and the water-woman bows with her right hand over her left chest.

“Your wish is my command, my prince.” The prince finds himself smiling and with one powerful stroke, he ascends up to the sky. He opens a portal with one destination in mind – Jin’s pride, Aphrodite.

The prince had a ‘marvellous’ time at Aphrodite as the Divine hands him his phone and a few quick tips on how to use it properly. With a little ‘I don’t need that’ from Yoongi and a ‘You’ll never know when you do.’ As a response, Yoongi walks out with a jailbreak-ed phone and a game that allows you to fight other players with a sausage. And then with a smile, he makes his towards his happy place – The Promise Café.

“Here you go.” Jimin smiles as he places a tall glass of vanilla milkshake in front of Yoongi. The prince is still on his little quest on finding the right flavour that resembles the chubby-cheeked waiter and that explains the vanilla milkshake. When he reaches out to take the glass, he realises that the pink-haired boy had added something extra at the side and before Yoongi could even ask about it, Jimin had already gone to greet a new customer. Yoongi couldn’t help but muster a little smile. ‘How nice.’

While Yoongi is lounging on his chair, (from his point of view), he saw a man – more specifically, V – who was watching the café in a distance. The Muse is wearing a brown hoodie and a washed-out blue jeans that are ripped at certain places. He no longer has that confident air around him or a frivolous outfit on. It feels like Yoongi is watching another man and the one before his eyes under the over-sized brown hoodie isnt V. The man had the hood on to cover his long, wavy brown hair as V’s chest pants heavily. Yoongi watches carely and a dark blue (one that’s much darker than his eyes) aura hovering above the Muse’s much too pale skin. If memory served him right, V has a rich, honey skin yesterday so what’s with the pale complexion today? V’s lips are trembling and chapped. When the Muse raises his arm to wipe his mouth, Yoongi notices a streak of red on the sleeve of his hoodie. After a while, V’s mouth moves and left. To Yoongi’s dismay, he couldn’t figure out the latter had said as the wind carries the Muse’s words away.

The prince’s eyes make their way to Jimin’s face now where the pink-haired boy is seen taking the orders of a regular. It was humiliatingly easy for Yoongi to remember the faces of Promise café’s regulars and new comers. When Yoongi takes the first sip of the vanilla milkshake, he instantly regretted his choices. It was so plain and milky and it tastes like eggs. Why the hell did he even think it was remotely close to Jimin? When the door chimes, he pays no heed to it as he forces the drink down his oesophagus and eats the extra thing Jimin gave him. The pastries taste good.

The customer at the door takes a seat across his table and Yoongi could feel it. Whatever or whoever the man is, they’re not human. Both of the hooded men have their hoods on but the one who is sitting in front of him made Yoongi raise his chin and furrow his eyebrows. The man has a mask on and the only thing Yoongi can see is the playful, goading pale blue eyes. If the man, much shorter than him with blue eyes doesn’t avert his gaze, Yoongi might have to dig those eyes out to make him learn his lesson but at the end of Yoongi’s thinning patience, the shorter man did.

Yoongi was about to take another bite when Suran gave him a chain of messages that came in like a flood. The prince growls in annoyance as he swipes as he gives the messages a glance before paying for what he ordered. He thanked Jimin and while the pink-haired boy is rushing to give him his balance, Yoongi unconsciously reaches out and ruffles his hair.

“Keep the change.” Yoongi said and Jimin seems startled a little before a furious blush makes its way across his cheeks. He mumbles a thanks and Yoongi watches how his cheeks move when the waiter’s plump lips move. ‘I can’t wait to eat you up.’ Yoongi thought, smiling. “No problem.” When Jimin’s mouth-watering smell reaches his nostrils and are beginning to cloud the prince’s vision, Yoongi suddenly (and awfully) is hyper-aware of his actions as he drops his hand and left.

His hand smells of Jimin now. And while the pink-haired boy has a bashful pink aura hovering his skin, the necklace around Jimin’s neck changes to a similar colour as well.

And for the nth time that week, Yoongi has a hard time cancelling out Jimin’s scent.

Chapter 5

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hmtaniwha · 4 years

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Now the last oc to complete the trio!

This cute and lazy thing is Phiraza. He works along side Anitan and Ferreco, who they manage to tolerate with whenever they need to work.....don't ask.

Anyway, I definitely need to practice more on wings, I feel like I just made bumps on a cone. XD

As always, what do you guys think?

Speedpaint - https://youtu.be/tiqZNydF4kw

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#angel #angelau #demonau #demons #sloth #seven deadly sins #heaven #hell #ocs #my ocs #originalcharacters #originaloc #lollipops #Youtube

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cesiscribbles · 5 years

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Hi! Been following you for a little bit now and I love you’re work! I wanted to ask about DemonAu Mic! What made you decided to make him the demon instead of Aizawa? I was curious on your reasoning!

Humm I think most people would probably go with Angel!Mic and Demon!Aizawa because of the appearances for example (blond hair more angel like and black for demon) but personality and aesthetic wise I find it the other way around more interesting, at least for Mic’s side.

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naiart-i · 6 years

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Eren, Levi and their daughter Nîmé~ Angel&DemonAU i’m doing with @l.mazeaster (@astermaze on tumblr)

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durkacake · 3 years

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Angel&demonAU! Kakyoin is a fallen angel. Noriaki took on his demonic nature. He took Jotaro (jojo didn't resist) with him to hell as a concubine

#jojosbizarreadventure

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menori-ori · 7 months

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Day 1 of Inktober!!

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uniqso · 7 years

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#GPRepost #reposter #regram_app @dorksindisguise via @GPRepostApp for Android ------------------ "Ain't no rest for the wicked." 👹 . (( It's this kitty's birthday! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ I obviously couldn't not cosplay him for this day, but I wanted to do something different and spooky! I came up with the idea of making him into an oni and also giving him some features from those Japanese cat masks. I hope it makes some sense, if any at all! (─‿‿─) )) . ★ The wig is a custom middle-length ombre lace front from @WigIsFashion and the contacts are the one and only Phantasee Sclera Lenses in Angel Dust / Hollow Eyes from @Uniqso. ★ . [TAGS: #kenma #kenmacosplay #kenmakozume #kenmakozumecosplay #haikyuu #haikyuucsoaply #hq #hqcosplay #kozumekenma #kozumekenmacosplay #demonkenma #demonkenmacosplay #demonhaikyuu #demonhaikyuuau #haikyuudemonau #demonau #oni #demon #oniau #onikenma #haikyuuoni #makeup #cosplay #halloween #specialfx #sfxmakeup #sfx #halloweenkenma]#potd #instalike

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fanficsxrecx · 7 years

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N E A R L I G H T (Shadowspells)

When Chanyeol met him, he learnt to love. When Chanyeol met him, he remembered their past. "In cemetries of memories, Our love will lie in caskets. My time with he—an eternity, No present nor future can past it. My heart still kept, where it was left, If ever he were to ask it." A sad story of how an angel had fallen from Heaven.

By- Shadowspells

Rating: M

Ship/s: Chanbaek, Kaisoo, Sulay

http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1020448/n-e-a-r-l-i-g-h-t-exo-baekyeol-kaisoo-sulay-chanbaek-fantasyau-demonau

#exo #chanbaek #kaisoo #sulay #smut #demonau

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hazinhoodies · 5 years

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Mal En Point (part xiv)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: hello its been a while but heres part fourteen. theres a lot of spots with just dialogue and im really sorry for that. also i’m thinking of abandoning this story. i feel like no one, myself included, is really excited for it and other reasons but i dont want to bore you. moodboard made by @wazzupmrstark and im so thankful for her

I suggest reading part 13 again to understand whats going on

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: uh insecurity and swearing

“So…” You dragged out the single syllable, getting King Harrison’s attention, “What’s with the kid?” You asked hesitantly. You’d wanted to ask earlier but not while Isaac was there and then you were too nervous to ask the King anything. Sometimes you just have to speak up though, so you did.

“Isaac?” He asks, turning his head around to look at you while you follow him back to the throne room from the main door, Isaac had just left and King Harrison had made sure he’d made it all the way out the gate of the yard before closing the door to the castle, “He’s just a kid. Nine realm years old. Big family and he’s the oldest so he kinda got pushed aside I suppose so I try to help out as much as I can”

You nodded along, you got a general idea but being an only child, you couldn’t quite understand. Couldn’t place yourself into his shoes.

“He’s a good kid, really” King Harrison continued, “His family was doing pretty bad before. They couldn’t afford food and Tom caught him on the grounds trying to take some food just after I’d become King” Harrison’s voice dries on the mention of his title, he hopes you don’t notice, “It was actually his idea to help them out”

So he wasn’t always an asshole. It was a question you wanted to pose out loud but you knew the answer that you’d get. King Harrison had already told you that he wasn’t but you hadn’t really believed him about it. You still weren’t sure if you did now. However, you had to admit that you felt infinitely more comfortable around the King than you had before. He always kept a safe distance away from you with his hands clasped either behind or in front of him. It made you feel comfortable despite how badly you wanted him to press his lips against your skin until it turns red and purple.

There’s an awkward moment of silence between the two of you before you pipe up with a curious question.

“How did Hell even come to be?” You ask, staring at a space on the black brick wall in front of you. You hear King Harrison chuckle from beside you, a smirk on his face. God you wanted it against your lips. “They don’t teach us in Heaven”

“Well, what do they teach you up there, angel?” For the first time, you feel like the term is not used in a derogatory way. It isn’t meant to mock or belittle you for what you are, were. The King used the term as an endearment, spoken softly, sweetly, under a laugh. Or maybe you’re reading into it.

“They tell us about Lucifer. That he craved power and fell, thus creating Hell. Anyone that was turned away at the gates to Heaven instantly went to Hell” Of course they told you this via much longer and much more boring lectures than what you just said to the King. They wanted to scare you in Heaven. If you feared what happened after falling, you’d be forced into obedience”

“But you never feared it, did you?”

“Not enough to stop me”

“So you’ve been planning your falling for a while now?” King Harrison furrows his brows together.

“Can you just answer the initial question?” You watch as King Harrison’s expression shifts into shock. You instantly go to backtrack, muttering out an apology for your outburst but the King started to laugh. You can’t shrink away no matter how much you try.

“Yes sorry about that” He lets himself calm down before starting but even still he could hardly wipe the smile off his face. It returned any time that he looked at you. You wondered why it made your stomach bubble with nerves.

“Hell always existed” He started. ”It wasn’t born from fallen angels who had defied God or the patriarchs. At first, the King and his family were the only ones that existed. But as angels fell they established a life here. Some were deemed unfit to survive here and were uh killed- you don’t have to worry about that though, it would have happened by now if someone was going to kill you-” There was an odd comfort to that sentence. Good that you weren’t going to be murdered but the way he phrased it irked you, “but as Hell gained more demons, the King grew more powerful. As the King grew more powerful, Hell grew. Both in population and size. It became an endless plane”

“So in theory, you should be the most powerful King”

“In theory, yes”

“But you’re not?”

“Wha- how do you know that?” King Harrison stutters out, instantly going to defend himself and his bloodline.

“You responded with ‘in theory’ not something like ‘I am’”

“That doesn’t mean that I’m not, that just means that I answered the question weird” You couldn’t help but notice how his word choice had changed. Harrison would be lying if he said that he wasn’t panicking even a little. Even though he had no reason to be, it was in his nature. His father taught him to never let anyone see you weak. Harrison had already made some exceptions to that and he didn’t want another. His father would be ashamed.

“So are you?”

“Yes. I am for a matter of fact” You cocked your head and looked at him curiously and it’s like he could hear the really? in his head. Fuck what his father taught him. “Okay. Fine. I’m not. I should be but I’m just… not. And I don’t know why”

You thought this would come as a shock to you but for some reason, it doesn’t. You can’t pinpoint why you feel as though you knew this. Like it was always there

“I’m getting better though” King Harrison interrupts your thoughts. His voice is filled with child-like glee, like when a kid shows their mom or dad a picture they drew or something new that they learned how to do. For the first time it occurs to you, even though the King of Hell is technically a full-grown adult, he’s still just a kid. A kid who was put in this position of power way sooner than anyone in Hell was prepared for. And they’re all still trying to cope. The population, Tom, and King Harrison included.

“Ever since Iezebel…” He trails off “I’ve uh. I’ve been getting stronger” Your heart melts at the proud smile he bears at his statement. he’s proud of himself and for that, you’re proud of him too.

“Do you miss her?” You blurt out the question but don’t take it back. You have a feeling King Harrison won’t mind your curiosity.

“Can I be entirely honest?” You nod and king Harrison’s gaze falls to the floor, “Not really. Not as much as I thought I would. I don’t miss her as my wife. I miss her as someone that I spent so much time with. If that makes any sense at all” He looks back up at you, met with an expression that he can’t quite decipher. But he knows it’s not negative. He knows that the smile flickering across your lips calms him down and that if given the chance you could probably read him better than anyone else ever could.

“I um, I should get going but I could show you back to your room.” King Harrison offers his arm for you to take but you don’t. It makes him a little sad, leaving a small sting inside his chest but he didn’t let it show. He hopes it didn’t

“I appreciate the offer, your highness, I think I can find my way back. I don’t want to waste your time”

“It’s not a waste of time, please I insist” When he sees the hesitance in your expression he continues; “It’s not too far. The same direction I’d be walking anyways” That was a lie, but he wanted to get a couple more minutes with you, even if there was no conversation.

Silently, you take his still extending arm, wrapping your arm loosely around it so your hand rest on his bicep. You walk in a comfortable silence towards your room. If you had been on your own you would’ve gotten majorly lost.

King Harrison stops walking and you stop with him in front of a door, you release his arm and he steps to face you.

“Thank you, your-”

“Please don’t call me your highness, or your majesty. Just call me Harrison.” He cuts you off.

“Well,” You start again, who are you to deny that request? The formalities made you slightly uncomfortable anyways. “Thank you, Harrison. You’re very kind”

“Have dinner with me,” Harrison blurts. “Tomorrow night. It can be just us. Or not if you’d prefer. I could get Harry or anyone that you’re comfortable with to join us really. I don’t want-”

“I’d love to” You cut him off to stop his rambling and the smile that breaks across his features is one of relief. It makes a smile find it way to your own lips, this one of joy. God he’s beautiful when he smiles. “You’ll have to find me and let me know when though. I don’t really have a grasp on how to know what time it is here yet,” You laugh at yourself in embarassment, though it's only mild.

“Tomorrow night it is then” He nods to confirm and the two of you stand there momentarily, you admiring him and him, you.

“Thank you again, Harrison,” You pipe up, “For helping me get back to my room”

‘You’re welcome, Y/N” He smiles and you can’t help but smile back as you go to open the door. “Have a lovely night” He places a small kiss on your cheek, making you blush and the smile on your face and Harrison’s grow. You entered your room and shut the door behind you before you were able to see how Harrison’s cheeks heated up as well.

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Harrison was supposed to be asleep long ago. He meant to. Dom told him frequently that every good King needs a good nights sleep. Harrison’s father would’ve told him the same, but his mother wouldn’t have. His mother would’ve reminded him that sleep is important for reasons other than being King. She would have told him that if he was tired he’d be irritable and that any decision made in anger, even a small one, is never sound. He can remember her singing him to sleep as a child. A comforting hand running along his arm and shoulder, or fingers pressing into the skin around his wings to soothe the growing pains as soft melodies in varying languages filled his ears. Harrison replays the memories in his head in hopes of falling back asleep but to no such luck. He decided to head down to the kitchen, get something warm and calming to drink. Maybe it’ll help get everything off his mind.

As Harrison heads down the multiple floors towards the kitchen, he passes some of his staff who ask him if he’s okay or if they can help him. He brushes them all off with something along the lines of I’m alright and then thanking them. He was always sure to thank them.

Upon arriving in the kitchen Harrison found it entirely empty. He breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t want to deal with more people than he had to. There were no lights in the room so he tried his hand at illuminating some of the candles on his own. Much to his delight, the first two on the small island countertop flickered alive. The kitchen staff had started putting candles on the counters since he was young when they’d find him in the kitchen alone or with Tom in the pitch black. They didn’t bother asking questions, just put the candles in a spot they could reach and a matchbox since they were only kids, Tom could light them as he got older but Harrison hadn’t been able to until recently.

Harrison sat on the countertop watching colour leak out of the tea bag and sugar crystals dissolve in the hot water in his mug. If only dad could see you now he thought, chuckling at what his father would think.

Why are you slouching? That’s no kingly posture. There are bigger issues to tend to. Your girl problems are not important right now. She’s an angel, she shouldn’t even be here.

Harrison scoffs as he brings his tea up to his lips and takes a small sip, ignoring the way it burns its way down his tongue and throat. His eyes lift to the figure in the doorway.

Certainly not dressed as if he had just rolled out of bed, Tom steps into the kitchen precariously. Keeping an eye on Harrison as if he was some sort of threat, he stands on the other side of the island. Tom puts his hands on the edge and leans forward, finally breaking his gaze away from Harrison.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Tom asks, looking back up at Harrison who looks like a child who got caught raiding the fridge, eyes widened slightly and mouth pouted. The expression breaks into something more neutral that Tom was used to from Harrison.

“Uh yeah. Too much going on.” Harrison nods as he speaks, “What about you?”

“Found out that Lucius hasn’t come back from Earth yet. I was going to tell you tomorrow morning but I suppose nows as good a time as ever” Tom shakes his head, mostly at himself. It’s his fault and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t ridden with guilt. Harrison can tell. He could always tell when something bothered Tom.

Usually, with smaller issues, Tom can make a decision and let Harrison know about what he did. After all, that's pretty much the whole point of there being a right hand, a second in command of sorts. That’s what happened this time. There was an issue on Earth, angels meddling in human relations that weren’t their place. Tom decided to send Lucius to put a stop to it and told Harrison about it after Lucius had already left. Harrison told him that it was a dumb decision, that he shouldn’t have sent someone so young on their own. Tom should’ve sent someone older or sent Lucius with another demon. But the deed had already been done, it couldn’t be taken back from then. Now Tom knows that Harrison was right and it only makes his guilt worse. Harrison could read him. Instead of telling him I told you so he consoled.

“Even in the middle of the night, you don't stop working do you?" Harrison chortles, his attempting to lighten the mood falling flat when Tom doesn't look at him, instead just running a hand through his hair, messing it up and causing some curls to pop out of place. "We’d know if he was dead. Or at least I would” Harrison let his hands rest in his lap, still gripping the mug.

“I know. But what if they know that, Haz? What if that’s why he’s not dead yet? This wouldn’t be the first time that angels have done something horrible to our kind. I just” Tom sigh and shakes his head.

Wordlessly, Harrison places his mug next to him, hops off the countertop, reaches into the cupboard above him and grabs a mug similar to his own, filling it with water. He heats it in his hand while he rummages through the drawer for the tea that he knew was Tom's favourite before placing the tea bag into the mug and handing it off to Tom.

Tom accepts it with a smile and a quiet, “Thanks,” and adding sugar and milk. No matter how much the two of them fought and argued, they were still best friends. Still knew each other better than anyone else did. Harrison just wished Tom would stop challenging him on every decision. Tom wished that Harrison would stop making what he’d consider stupid decisions. Maybe he only saw them as stupid because they weren’t what he’d decide.

But he wasn’t King. Never would be.

“I’ll figure out where he is tomorrow,” Harrison says as he leans against the countertop, grabbing his mug from behind him. “I’ll go find him when I know where he is.”

“Haz, you can’t,” Tom says the words like they’re the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. Harrison looks at him with furrowed brows. “We need a King down here, besides it’s my fault. I should be the one to go get him”

“Tom it’s alright-”

“No, Harrison I’m not letting you go.” Tom shakes his head, “That’s final”

“Yessir” Harrison laughs, bringing his mug to his lips. Tom laughs too.

“Do you remember when we used to sneak down here as kids?” Tom says after a minute of silence.

“And used to take all the good snacks out of the fridge and cupboards?” Harrison replies.

“Yeah. Our fathers weren’t too happy about that were they?” Tom and Harrison both let out a chuckle.

“I don’t think anyone was too happy about that. Not much anyone but our dads could do though”

“Oh yeah you just pull out the prince card and everyone shut right up every time”

“Me? You could talk your way out of anything. I only pulled out the prince card on Lillian. She was the one person who wasn’t convinced” the kitchen is filled with laughter. In a way that it hadn’t been since the pair was young. They had climbed up the counters in an attempt to get the snacks that their mums had brought back from earth. But the staff had walked in for a final nightly check, only to catch the boys on the counter grasping for the bright green box which was just that little bit too far back.

“Oh, whatever. Same thing” Tom rolls his eyes as the laughter in the room dies down, both of the boys left with childish grins on their faces, now empty mugs in their grasp.

“You should get to sleep. Before you do anything stupid” Harrison says as he washes and rinses his mug, setting it out to dry. He turns back around to see Tom looking at him in offence. “Don’t look at me like that, you know I’m right. you’re not even changed yet. You’ve got stuff to do tomorrow and you need to be on top of things. And any decision made-”

“Any decision made in anger is never sound.” Tom cuts Harrison off, “She told me it too. You have as well. You’re not the only one who misses her. G’night, Haz.” Tom turns around and leaves, leaving his mug on the countertop and the room silent and tense.

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The Prophecy

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park jimin (DemonAU)

Words: Pretty long.

Summary: Long ago, the Divines and Fallens received a prophecy that promises their demise in the hands of a mortal that says:

Beautiful as the creature may be, fire doesn’t burn, ice doesn’t freeze, water doesn’t drown and lightning doesn’t destroy.

Warnings: Crude language, ignorant author

Note: I'm still trying to figure how Tumblr works lol

Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 2

Yoongi wakes up in cold sweat. He has never felt the intense feeling of fear before and for him to feel scared of something as ridiculous as a dream, he felt disgustingly stupid and human. He sat on his bed, mildly remembering coming back home after an escapade with Ken. He remembers taking a scalding hot shower just to take the revolting demon’s scent off of him and fell asleep in his bed. He closes his eyes and rubs his temple. He doesn’t know where that dream came from but he doesn’t like it.

For a second there, he felt terrified. Terrified of a monster whom he recognizes as his father. Terrified because it doesn’t feel like it’s a dream. It felt real. Almost as if it was a fragment of his memory.

“Fuck.” He breathes as he forces himself to rise from his bed. It’s useless to even try to fall asleep. He has work to get done here on Earth and in Infernum. He still had to help the Fallens who are residing in Athara. He knows that demons aren’t weak creatures like humans. They’re demons. They’re resilient. And something so trivial like the temperature is hardly a problem for Yoongi knows that the Fallens can easily calibrate their body temperature to accommodate with the environment but that doesn’t mean he can take things for granted and refuse to help his people. Athara is the coldest place in Infernum. Its temperature is below absolute zero which is around -273 degrees which according to physics, is enough to make even the particles freeze.

‘I should tell Namjoon to increase the temperature of Saqar so that Athara doesn’t freeze up.’ Saqar is Yoongi’s hottest district. If people were to imagine Hell is a place where there’s fire everywhere, there is a chance that what they’re thinking of is Saqar. And because the two districts are so different, Hades had them near each other so one won’t burn itself to ashes and the other won’t freeze its ass up. The white haired prince walks out of his room and is greeted by the intense sunlight from the balcony. He squints his eyes and quietly curses the sun. He has nothing against the sun but his room has been so dark and so cosy it made him lethargic when he meets the sun. He is so tempted to just head back into his room until his olfactory detects food. Min Yoongi doesn’t need food to live but that doesn’t mean he won’t indulge in food. He actually likes how certain things taste since he couldn’t eat anything in Infernum since he doesn’t want to be bounded by the cursed realm. Yoongi takes another whiff of the food and sighs when he realises that it doesn’t smell like what his mother would cook.

This can only mean one thing: Kim Seokjin, Aphrodite’s son is in his household.

The prince walks to the kitchen only to prove his suspicion right as he finds his advisor back hugging the one and only Kim Seokjin. Namjoon was given to Yoongi when they were both very young. Namjoon is equivalent to what humans know as Astaroth or Abraxas. He is the one who advises Yoongi and plays a big part on the prince’s decision making. There is a reason why the shirtless, dark pink haired man in Yoo Jung’s kitchen is his right-hand man. It is not a secret that Namjoon knows a lot of things. He is the only one other than the direct sons and daughters of Kronos who understands what lies beyond our galaxy and the starting point of all 9 realms. He might and might not have found the cure for viral diseases and invented the technology to manufacture artificial blood. He’s basically the reason why the vampires, ghouls and dhampirs no longer need to feed from humans. The artificial blood has not only helped those creatures but humans as well.

But there’s something different about Namjoon this morning. It’s not because of those littering dark love bites that have been left on his skin as a memory of his heated romp. It’s definitely something else. His hair? Yoongi squints his eyes. If his memory serves him right, Namjoon’s hair was blonde before he leaves Infernum. How is it that it’s pink now? ‘Did he dye it?’ Yoongi thought and scoffs at the colour choice. It is also not a secret that Namjoon is whipped for his lover. ‘What better colour to dye his hair than his lover’s favourite.’ The demon prince shifts his weight to another leg as he continues to watch the two. A nice, pastel pink radiates from them both.

And all of a sudden, Yoongi feels uncomfortable. He realises that it’s a constant emotion that he feels when he sees them being all lovey dovey and affectionate. It isn’t a bad thing. Not really? He couldn’t decide for he remembers their first date. The then purple haired Namjoon wanted to cook something nice for the ever-beautiful Kim Seokjin.

It was a disaster.

He vividly remembers a scrawny looking Jungkook who is very much shorter than him running around outside the house, hysterically screaming to random pedestrians to help his brother who accidentally cut his finger off. Yoongi had to hit Jungkook square in the face to calm the younger demon down. That night, Namjoon ended up going to dinner with 4 fingers instead of 5. ‘Love makes us do stupid things.’ His mother, Yoo Jung would say. Yoongi understands it in his beautiful mother’s perspective. She did leave Olympus and her mother, Demeter for Hades. In folklores, they made it seem like she was kidnapped by Hades and kept captive in Infernum but in reality, it was a mutual feeling. But in Namjoon’s case and lose a finger? Yoongi grimaces. Not so much.

As he watches the two lovers, who are giggling like two horny teenagers in love, he finds himself in a predicament. Should he leave? Should he just barge in? It feels like he’s looking at something intimate – something he doesn’t quite understand. He doesn’t understand why the excessive skin ship. The both of them have been dating ever since Namjoon turned 350-ish. They’ve been dating for almost 200 years now. One would think they would have gotten bored with each other but that isn’t the case with them. Once they have chosen a fated one, their vow will be marked onto them. Vows are a sacred thing – an intimate thing shared between two lovers. It is something similar to imprinting in the Lycan society.

But what Yoongi truly doesn’t understand is why they’re acting like newly-weds. He swallows down a gag since he has an inkling that Jin is going to raise hell if he ever does something unintelligent and frankly, suicidal. Therefore, the prince (thankfully) took the safer path and stare at the spider lily on Namjoon’s back instead. It is the mark of Infernum. The flower simply looks beautiful against his advisor’s honey skin. As his eyes trail up north, it stops on a mark that reminds Yoongi countless times that his advisor is no longer only his. He has got to share with his best friend, the son of Aphrodite for around the advisor’s neck, is his vows to Kim Seokjin. The words semper fidelis in Ancient Greek handwriting is marked into his skin like a collar. Jin has a similar one, too. Yoongi stares at the ‘forever faithful’ written in Greek, binding them around their neck like a collar to each other. But it doesn’t seem like either of them minded. And it baffles him greatly.

‘What’s the difference between them and Holly?’ Ah yes… The difference is that Holly, his beloved Cerberus belong to only him while they belong to each other and not him.

He frowns at the thought as he chews on his lower lip, bringing his eyes to the marble underneath his feet.

“How long are you planning on standing there?” Jin suddenly speaks out and Yoongi knows it is directed to him. “Do you need me to announce you?” Yoongi scoffs quietly. He knows that Jin is giving him an attitude because he found out about what happened to his Angels last night. And oh, how protective Kim Seokjin is towards his Angels. He had told Yoongi countess times that if Yoongi ever hears it again, he’ll puke. ‘They are living creatures too. We should learn to respect each other if we’re going to live in the same realm.’ It’s not like Yoongi doesn’t agree with him. For the love of his father, he does. But is it necessary to keep telling him this? It’s nauseating. Because, is it really his fault for liking it rough? But at least now he doesn’t have to stand in front of the kitchen, drowning in a mare’s nest.

“Jin..” Namjoon said quietly. He earns a glare from the black haired man and immediately keeps quiet. Yoongi helps himself to some coffee. He turns to the lovers and finds Jin cutting some apples he probably got from Yoo Jung’s mini garden. The apples are small (since it came from a small tree) but Jin still managed to make some kind of art with it. He stares at the apples for some time when he finally realises that it looks like bunny ears. Namjoon accepts the slice happily and a crunchy sound follows when he bites down on the juicy fruit.

“Good morning to the both of you too.” He slurps his coffee and cringes at how sweet it is. It’s not like Yoongi doesn’t like sweet things. He does. It’s just that he doesn’t like it when food that are meant to be bitter to be sweet and vice versa. It does annoy him but he knows better than to speak out if he doesn’t want to get chewed since it’s obviously Jin’s way on getting back at him. He places the cup down in the sink.

“It’s almost noon, Yoongi.” Jin grumbles. Namjoon visibly tightens his grip around Jin’s waist as he places a kiss on Jin’s clothed shoulder. “Kim Namjoon, I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not working. Sit your ass down.” Jin said, pulling himself out of Namjoon’s embrace. Yoongi looks at the pink-haired man as he gives Yoongi a small look that can easily be interpreted as ‘I tried’. But Yoongi doesn’t need help although he did appreciate the thought. Jin places the knife he was using to cut the apples down on the board and Yoongi has never felt more grateful. Although he can’t die from normal humanly weapons, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

“I take it that you’re here because we need to talk?” Yoongi asks, folding his arms across his chest.

“You damn right we do.” Jin said, mirroring the prince’s actions. Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi go way back to when they’re younger. Jin is the only god-goddess breed Divine Yoongi managed to befriend whenever he follows his father to Paradisus for council meetings. When Seokjin was a boy, lonely and sad; he was hated by his own mother for being ugly. Aphrodite was livid when she found out her son did not inherit her looks despite not conceiving Jin after her union with her lawfully wedded husband. She kept him hidden from everyone else and locked him in her chateau. Jin grows up believing he isn’t beautiful but in reality, all he needs is the very thing that makes Aphrodite renowned – love.

And that’s probably why Jin is getting more and more radiant every passing day since Namjoon declares his love for him many eclipses and moons ago. It is evident that the demon has never stopped doing so and has been continuing to love the Divine more passionately and more sincerely every time the sun sets and rise.

Yoongi tries to read his best friend’s body language. If he doesn’t know Jin very well, he would have thought the Divine isn’t the slightest bit angry since Yoongi couldn’t see any signs of red hovering Jin’s skin. The prince sighs as he braces himself for the long lecture but it never came.

“What happened?” Jin asks, looking straight into Yoongi’s eyes. The prince frowns. He’d rather listen to Jin’s long lecture than try to talk about his problems. Never in a million years would Yoongi ever admit to anyone that something is bugging him – something has made him sad. Yoongi couldn’t just tell the love birds that he had just lost his best friend for over 2 years and she had chosen to go to Nirvana. They would tell him that he should be happy instead because going to Nirvana meant she was contented with whatever time she had on Earth. And Yoongi is just sulking because she is contented without seeing him. And might he add the fact that she hasn’t seen him for the past 60 years in the human realm? Yoongi understood that he was the one who left her and kind of forgotten about her but it hurt because she was fine and he isn’t. He could lie, but what good will that do? Jin knows him too well. He could try but it’ll be in vain.

“Just give me the lecture on how to handle your Angels.” Yoongi said, sighing.

“Is it bad?” Jin asks, taken aback. As far as Jin is aware, Yoongi would rather combust in flames than listen to him give another lecture on his Angels.

“I just don’t want to talk about it.” Yoongi rubs his temples and sighs. “Anyway, look, it was wrong for me to take my anger out on your Angels. I should have asked if they were fine with me being rough on them and I know I should respect them. And I should have more self-control and not lose myself like that.” Ah yes… Control. That’s something he seems to let slip between his fingers. The prince shuts his eyes close as he remembers his wings ripped out of his skin. It must have scared the shit out of the Angels. “I know, okay? But last night… Shit. I… I don’t know.” Namjoon and Jin exchanges a look with each other. Namjoon puts a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. He has a hunch of what might have happened and if he is right, Yoongi’s actions would make a lot of sense. And Namjoon feels a little nervous about his hunch and looking at how hard his prince is trying to avoid it, he can’t help but to put off the topic and conversation all together.

“Alright. As long as you’re sorry.” Jin said in a small voice. Yoongi won’t ever admit it but he’s very grateful that Jin is his friend. Jin seems willing to drop the topic and strokes Yoongi’s hand instead. Jin isn’t only his friend, but an older brother as well. An older brother whom he knows understands him like the back of his hand. The Divine doesn’t need special traits to understand people better. He just does. Maybe that’s just a plus points for all deities. And Yoongi? He’s not a deity. He’s far from it. “Well, I probably need to tell you the reason why I’m here.” Jin mumbles, letting go of Yoongi’s hand.

“Well, shit. What’s worse than hurting your Angels?” Yoongi frowns. “Are you sure youre not only here because Joonie is here?” He tried making the atmosphere light and at this point, he isn’t sure if it’s for him or the couple across the table’s sake.

“Of course, I’m here because Joonie’s here.” Jin pauses and Yoongi looks at Jin’s hazel eyes. “But the second reason why I’m here is because Suran is in a tough situation. She needs your help, Yoongi.” Jin said in a serious tone as he makes his way towards Namjoon and sits himself on Namjoon’s lap. “Things are really looking ugly. Like uglier than my mother’s husband.” Jin said and Namjoon chuckles.

“Jin, that’s offensive. You may offend Hera for insulting her son.”

“Oh, shut up, Joon. The old hag can go fuck herself.” Jin huffs.

“But you need to admit, Joon. Hephaestus is ugly.” Yoongi said and Jin flashes him a smile. “Old hag even threw him away as soon as he was born because he was that ugly.” Yoongi reaches out for some bunny apples. On the first bite, he groans in pleasure. His mother’s apples are truly the best. No wonder Eve and Adam couldn’t resist the temptation. The apple is perfection. It is so crunchy and sweet. If Yoongi were in their shoes, he would have taken the bite too.

“I do admit that the forger is ugly. I do wonder what’s happened to him now that Zeus is gone. Is he still shackled in the basement, making lightning bolts for daddy dearest?” Namjoon asks and Jin stares at him.

“I don’t use lightning bolts, Joonie. What are you talking about?” Jin deadpans and Yoongi chokes while Namjoon’s face turned redder than the apples before bursting out into fits of laughter.

“W-What? S-Shut up, Jin-hyung.” Namjoon stutters, trying to close his face with his palm. Jin claps his hand and hits the table and kisses Namjoon’s cheek before wiping an imaginary tear.

“I was just messing with you, honey.”

“Just fucking kill me already.” Yoongi said between coughs.

“As much as I like doing this, we’re getting side tracked. The more important topic here is Suran.” Jin takes the apple and puts it in his mouth as it disappears like the light mood. “Suran wants to see you today.” Yoongi has stopped coughing as he runs his tongue along his lower lip and clicks his tongue. It’s not like he hates the vampire. It is not like that at all. He is actually very fond of her. It’s just that he doesn’t understand why this time is any different. She has been holding this position and this power ever since he comes to the age where he can rule Infernum and he has been hearing the same complain from Namjoon thrice in the span of 2 years that Yoongi cared to remember. She managed to clear all disputes easily without Yoongi’s help. So why is this time any different?

“Yoongi, I know that face. But trust me, you need to go see her. I think she has something important to tell you.” Jin furrows his eyebrows and Yoongi looks at Aphrodite’s son straight in the eye. Jin’s hazel eyes are fill with worry and the man rarely ever show Yoongi his concern. Jin even has a thick yellowish green radiating above his skin.

“Alright.” Yoongi finds himself saying. “If I’m doing this, I refuse to meet her at her company.”

“Alright. I’ll tell her. I don’t think she will be pleased to leave Vivere but do you have any places in mind?” Namjoon asks, taking his phone out of his sweatpants.

“Promise Café. We’ll meet her there.” Yoongi leans into his seat.

The son of Hades finds himself and Namjoon once again in the streets of Seoul, walking leisurely towards their destination; Promise Café. Yoongi is wearing a black sweater from his favourite Japanese brand and Namjoon is wearing a pair of glasses and a white turtleneck and a black blazer. He doesn’t know why Namjoon even try to look presentable when all they’re meeting is Suran. Shin Suran, the vampire pureblood who practically grew up with them in Infernum before taking the post as CEO of Vivere Corp.

When they walk in the café, the bell at the door chime to signal their entry. Upon entering the café, the both of them are (as usual) greeted by a calming aroma. However, Yoongi is now vaguely aware of an extra scent. It’s faint but is there, hidden underneath the aroma of delicious coffee beans. It is something sweet; something mouth-watering and it is definitely not the cakes nor the pastries on display or the hamburgers the chef is grilling in the kitchen. The two demons are very much aware of the curious eyes belonged to faceless creatures are fixed on them. One would think they would be used to the shameless ogling. In reality, they have never gotten used to the stares but the two demons with pride as high as Burj Khalifa and they would be damned if they ever show as much as an inch of their weakness. So, both of them develop different ways on handling it. Yoongi would pretend he doesn’t care and give them a little glare if he feels a little generous before striding towards his seat while Namjoon would actually turn to these curious eyes to acknowledge them and give them a smile before following suit.

Yoongi lets out a quiet sigh when he sits down and lets his eyes wander around the café, more specifically at the counter where a pink-haired barista is focused on making a latte art for one of the customers. Jimin has his lower lip out in a pout and from where Yoongi is sitting, the pink-haired has his fringe close his eyes. He watches how the human smiles a little to signify that he is proud of his handiwork. He places the milk-filled brass container on the counter next to him and places the cup on the black tray and delivers the coffee to his customer.

Jimin gives his customer a smile and Yoongi watches how his eyes disappear. When Jimin straightens, his eyes roam around the café and when his brown eyes meet Yoongi’s unmoving bluish grey ones and he thought Jimin’s smile would disappear. But it didn’t. Jimin walks to the counter and grabs 2 hardcover menus before making his way towards the two men. Namjoon, who isn’t blind nor oblivious to his prince’s obvious stare has an amused smile etched on his face.

The boy walks towards the table and all at once, just like it did yesterday, Jimin’s scent blocks the pleasing bitter smell of coffee and Yoongi finds himself craving for something sweet.

“Hello, welcome to the Promise Café, again.” Jimin smiles. “What can I get for you today?” Jimin asks as he gives the two men a menu. Namjoon accepts both the menus from the kind waiter and give one to Yoongi. He smiles a little at the pink-haired waiter as he flips through the pages. He knows that Yoongi wouldn’t even try flipping through the menu since he has never ordered anything else. So, he tried to find something as fast as he can so that Yoongi won’t have to wait for him hence, ordering the first thing he sees in the coffee segment.

“Iced americano, please.” Jimin writes it down his notepad. “And for my hyung-”

“Strawberry milkshake.” Yoongi said, not taking his eyes off of Jimin.

“Eh?” Namjoon’s eyes open wide as he stares at Yoongi who is smiling smugly whether at the advisor or the waiter, Namjoon couldn’t be sure. The dark pink haired demon is flabbergasted. ‘What’s with the sudden change of taste?’ Namjoon wonders.

“Is that all?” Jimin asks and Yoongi gives him a curt nod before giving the waiter back the menus. Namjoon hasn’t taken his eyes off of Yoongi ever since he picks strawberry milkshake over his usual cup of black coffee. “I’ll give it to you soon.”

When Jimin is out of shot of hearing, Yoongi places his attention back on his advisor. Namjoon raises his eyebrow as he leans into his seat.

“What the fuck is that?” Namjoon asks, amusement written all over his face.

“What? Can’t I change my preferences once in a while?” Yoongi scoffs, his smug smile long gone from his face.

“I didn’t say that. I literally just asked what happened.” Namjoon licks his lower lip. “But really, hyung? Strawberry milkshake?” Yoongi frowns.

“Can’t I fucking have something else other than black coffee?” Namjoon chuckles at his prince’s reply.

“But do you have to be so obvious? Shit. I’m experiencing second hand embarrassment from just you ordering a damn beverage.” Namjoon snorts.

“Well, fucking forbid me for wanting a bloody strawberry milkshake for a change, then.” Yoongi rolls his eyes and crosses his arms across his chest. “But, Joon,” Yoongi leans in. “Can you not smell him?” The prince asks as he watches Namjoon smirking and Yoongi is doing all he can to not rip his piece of shit advisor to pieces.

“I can. It’s so sweet that I almost mistook him for a succubus or one of Jin’s half-siblings.” Namjoon says calmly. “But it’s not as suffocating as theirs. His is a little… Faint. But how are you fine with Jin-hyung’s scent?” Namjoon points out and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“I’ve been with Jin-hyung even before you came into my life, Joonie. His scent doesn’t suffocate me anymore.” Yoongi huffs and the conversation is cut short when the bell chimes to signal another customer. Despite it not being the CEO of Vivere Corp., Yoongi and Namjoon still stands at the sight of a familiar face dressed in a white shirt and jeans jacket. His hair is blonde and is held back by a yellow headband.

Jung Hoseok is at the entrance of Promise Café with a huge smile on his face. Both the men’s faces light up when they see the angel. Being an angel has never stopped Hoseok from befriending the soon-to-be king of Infernum and his right hand man. They have been through a lot in their younger years even before Hoseok descended to Earth. Amongst which, Hoseok took part in the so-called grandiose scheme to get Kim Seokjin out from Aphrodite’s abode and helped the abused offspring descent to Earth with hopes of being free. Hoseok squeals when he sees his childhood friends and grab them by their shoulders before pulling them into a hug.

“It’s ye boy, Jung Hoseok or more well-known as your hope.” Cues eyerolls from Yoongi despite knowing how true it is. The angel’s presence in his life is to provide comic relief and to maintain a light atmosphere. If it werent for Hoseok, Yoongi wouldn’t have been able to keep his calm ¾ times. “It’s been so long! What the hell were you guys thinking, leaving me all alone here?” Hoseok asks with a pout.

“Sorry, Hope-ah. We were busy.” Namjoon pulls away after Yoongi does. The prince has already taken his seat and the two follows suit.

“Well, all that matter is that you’re here now. How’s being regent working for you, hyung?” Yoongi grunts as a reply and Hoseok laughs. “But you’ve been working for this all your life.” The angel reminisces how a younger version of Yoongi with black hair with books in his hands and a younger version of Namjoon trailing behind the prince, probably telling him little details that the prince might left out as a small smile makes its way on Hoseok’s face.

“Tis true that I have been working for it all my life. But it doesn’t mean I enjoy it, Seokie.” The prince sighs. When Jimin returns to the table with an iced americano and strawberry milkshake, Hoseok stares at the milkshake for a while before turning to his roommate, ignoring Jimin’s greeting.

“Minnie, I think you’ve got the wrong order.” Hoseok said, grabbing the strawberry milkshake while Jimin looks at Yoongi. The pink-haired barista/waiter was about to take the beverage from Hoseok when Yoongi speaks out.

“It’s mine, Seokie.” Yoongi said and the blonde angel gapes at the prince as the said man takes the drink out from Hoseok’s hands and brings the cold beverage to his lips. The angel looks at Namjoon in hopes to get some explanation but the demon averts his gaze and quietly drinks his iced americano.

“What the fuck? What’s with the sudden change?” Hoseok asks, looking at his friend.

“Seokie, you know how I feel about you cuss-”

“No, seriously. What the hell is up?” Yoongi wanted to shove the milkshake up Hoseok’s ass if he ever cusses again. The prince glares at the barely-shining angel. Whenever an angel cusses or does a bad thing, they shine a tad bit dimmer. And compared to the last time Yoongi saw him, it doesn’t feel like Hoseok is still shining at all! If it werent for the characteristic golden eyes all angels share, Hoseok might as well be recognize as a human.

“None of your business.” Yoongi grumbles as he drinks more from the milkshake as he grimaces inwardly. ‘You may have the same colour as Jimin’s hair but I doubt you taste the same. So fucking sour and milky.’ The prince thought as he places the glass down.

“Well, okay.” Hoseok drops the topic pretty fast and Namjoon returns his attention to the two now that Hoseok has got his attention else where. Jimin is about to leave when Hoseok grabs his elbow as a small, unsaid request to stay and the waiter obliges. “Minnie, I want to introduce you to my friends.” Hoseok said and Jimin smiles a little as he hugs the tray close.

“Your friends?” Jimin asks smiling politely at both Namjoon and Yoongi. His gaze lingers a little at the bluish grey eyed man before turning to his roommate.

“Yeah. They’re my childhood friends.” Hoseok grabs the tray from Jimin and sets it on the table. “This is Park Jimin, my roommate. The pink-haired man with dimples here,” Hoseok pokes Namjoon’s cheeks which makes the latter man smile and laugh as he swats Hoseok’s hands away. “Is Kim Namjoon. Probably the smartest piece of shit you will ever meet.” The enthusiastic angel pinches Namjoon’s cheeks while Yoongi’s right-hand man just lets whatever Hoseok wanted to do.

“Nice to meet you, Park Jimin.” Namjoon holds his hand out for Jimin to take.

“And this grumpy cat here is Min Yoongi.” Hoseok steals a few sips of Yoongi’s strawberry milkshake after introducing them.

“We’ve already met yesterday, Seokie.” Yoongi said but still offers his hand for the pink-haired waiter to take. Jimin takes Yoongi’s hands and it startled him when he felt how cold the man clad in all black’s skin is. It doesn’t go unseen by Yoongi and while the demon is hoping the human to have a yellow hover Jimin’s skin out of fear, the white light remains.

“Oh really, now?” Hoseok asks as he watches the human he’s been assigned to grabs the demon’s hand. ‘Ah, right. Yoongi-hyung probably doesn’t know that Minnie is-’

“Yes, we did. He’s the customer who gave me too much and left without his change.” Jimin looks at his roommate who nods knowingly. “Speaking of which…” Jimin trails off as he digs deep into his apron to find Yoongi’s change when the white-haired prince holds his hand out.

“Keep it.” Yoongi grabs his milkshake that is already downed to half before glaring at the angel. “Seokie, you piece of-“ Yoongi sighs, probably realising that it’s worthless getting mad over a milkshake. “Its my milkshake.” Yoongi said in a small voice.

“Thank you.” Jimin flashes him a smile before turning to Hoseok. “Ah, hyung. By the way, did you bring it?” Jimin asks and Hoseok stares at him blankly before exclaiming a ‘yes!’. He pats his pockets a few times before pulling out a circular shaped pendant that is shining under the light with white chain holding it. Namjoon and Hoseok subtly steals a glance at Yoongi to see his expression. When the prince stops drinking to stare at the familiar necklace, he looks at how the pink-haired waiter’s eyes shine at the sight of the necklace. The white light of innocence is being replaced with a light pink as he puts it on. Yoongi wonders why Jimin loves the necklace so much as he noisily slurps his milkshake. “Did you find out why it turned blue yesterday?”

“It turned blue?” Namjoon blurts out as he looks at Yoongi and Jimin nods. “I-It’s clear now, though.” Namjoon tears his gaze from his prince to look at Jimin.

“I know it sounds strange. But yes, it turned blue. I’ve never seen it change colours before. At first, I thought it was because of the light but it became like so blue, it’s opaque! It was weird.” Jimin frowns. “I thought I broke it or something.”

“It’s pretty though.” Yoongi suddenly said out loud. “Blue or not, it suits you.” He smiles before gulping down his milkshake.

“Thank you.” Jimin smiles shyly and he was about to ask if Yoongi wanted another milkshake when another customer who have just entered the café with a bell chime. “Ah, sorry. Excuse me.” Jimin grabs his tray that it situated on the table before bowing to the trio.

“Did it turn blue because you found out what happened to Yaksoku?” Hoseok frowns. Namjoon turns pale as his lips form a grim, straight line. Yoongi sighs as he looks at the both of them. He nods as a reply and Namjoon closes his eyes while gritting his teeth. His hunch had proved to be true. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten about their human friend. He is aware that probably 3 years have passed in is realm which means Yaksoku has spent the past 60 years alone by herself. What kind of a friend is he? Most importantly, what kind of advisor is he? He knows how important Yaksoku is to Yoongi and yet…

“Joonie, stop. It’s not your fault.” Yoongi sighs as he watches how the younger demon lets himself get swallowed by his own voice in his head.

“I exist to remind you things that may slip your mind, hyung.” Namjoon starts but Yoongi isn’t having any of it. Not today. “I’m here because it’s my duty to advise you and tell yo-”

“Namjoon,” Yoongi said in a strict tone, no longer using his normal tone. “You exist to be my friend, my partner and not my slave. I’ve got plenty of those in the castle back home. We were both busy and it’s not your fault so don’t blame yourself.” Yoongi said and Namjoon slowly looks up to Yoongi.

“You think of me as your friend?” Namjoon cracks a smile while Yoongi turns his head away.

“If anyone asks you about this, I’m denying it.” The prince doesn’t let Namjoon come out with a remark that may soften his heart as he quickly changes the topic with a “So, Seokie, what do you do on Earth?”

The prince of Infernum is not a patient man and Suran has been making him wait for almost an hour. In that span of one hour, he learned that Hoseok is Jimin’s guardian angel and has been making his debut as a dancing teacher for kids at a nearby studio called Gabriel, after his beloved mentor. And Yoongi was forced to listen to Hoseok’s story about the dreadful tattle tots learning how to dance. While Namjoon occasionally asks questions and give his clueless friend opinions on how to overcome daily obstacles like ‘how to get a 5 year old’s leg out of the toilet bowl’ and ‘how to tell the parents to basically fuck off, this isn’t Dance Moms and leave it to him.’, Yoongi is at the very end of his patience.

So, when the black-haired woman with bright finally stumbles into the café with a huff and looking paler than she normally does, Yoongi sucks in a deep breath and gathers his patience to not flip at the very late woman.

“I’m sorry for being late, Yoongi.” Suran pants as she pushes her hair out of her face. The three men can see sweat rolling off her forehead and how dilated her pupils are. “I-I’m not giving you any excuses but I was bombarded by a gang of ghouls. Cannibal ghouls. We were caught off guard.” Suran is rambling and she is nervous. The trio knows. They can smell the nervousness from her skin and Yoongi… Well, Yoongi can see the colour orange – the colour of nervousness and uncertainty.

“Just tell Yoongi-hyung what you want to, Suran.” Hoseok speaks out, sipping on a frappe of his own after complaining about Yoongi’s empty cup of strawberry milkshake.

“Ugh, an angel.” Suran makes a face and Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“Don’t hate me cause you aint me, noona. By the way, don’t talk as if you’re not a cannibal yourself. Remember Dean?” hoseok smirks. “Besides, you can easily rip those low lives necks off. So, spare us the bullshit and tell us what took you so long.” The angel scoffs while the woman runs her thin, long fingers through her dishevelled hair, making it look even more distressed as she grimaces when she finds that her hair in knots.

“Honestly, Hoseokie… Noona would have been able to kick their asses if it weren’t for some kind of kelp they’ve been taking. It made them really strong. Even I have a hard time to fend them off.” Namjoon stares at the black haired woman as his observing eyes scrutinizes every single detail of her body language. He gives a look to Yoongi to notify the said man that their noona isn’t lying to them. “I caught one of them and did some serious questioning session.” Yoongi grimaces at this. Suran’s ‘serious questioning’ sessions have never ended with a happy ending. It usually ends with bloodshed.

Lots of them.

The prince of Infernum do enjoy a good show but not when it happens in the hands of Suran. He, for one knows how ruthless his noona can be for the pettiest things and Yoongi doesn’t do petty. He does fairness. Suran has a habit of cutting her victims’ tongue and demand answers from them afterwards and when they couldn’t give her an answer, she introduces her guillotine in between their neck and head. “I know what you’re thinking, Yoongi-ah. I do but I promise you that I have answers.” Suran gulps down a nervous lump as she takes a seat in between Namjoon and Yoongi and across of Hoseok. “Yoongi-ah, they told me that they’re no longer loyal to you but the real ruler of Infernum. According to them, the new ruler gave them the freedom of eating humans.”

Yoongi who has been impassive ever since she decided to show her late ass up straightens his back upon hearing Suran out. He knits his eyebrows together. “What new ruler, noona? And for the record, I do let them eat humans. What are they talking about?” The pureblood vampire shakes her head as she licks her lower lip.

“No, Yoongi. The new ruler lets them eat living humans. Not suicide victims or random John and Jane Doe.” Suran knits her eyebrows together as she scoots closer towards the pale prince. She holds his hand in hers and Yoongi can feel it tremble. “Yoongi-ah, tell noona what’s going on. What new ruler, Yoongi? You’re an only child.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Yoongi sucks in a deep breath as his bluish grey eyes scans the mark of Infernum on Suran’s right inner wrist. The red spider lily mark complements her pale skin and that is the mark of his kingdom. If a low-life is trying to take his kingdom away, Yoongi will only let it happen across his dead body. “Namjoon,” Yoongi snatches his hands back from Suran’s as he sees how Namjoon visibly straightens. “I need you to call the mutt and ask him if he’s heard of this new ruler. Get his pups and bring me answers.” Yoongi orders as his tongue pokes his inner cheek. Yoongi is pretty sure that given the looks they give him, his eyes must have changed to black entirely and some of the vessels near his eyes have turned black too. The prince looks down before Namjoon could even give him an answer when a timid Park Jimin makes his way towards their table.

“Um, I’m not sure if this is a good time but can I take your order?” Jimin asks meekly in between Namjoon and Hoseok to Suran. Yoongi on the other hand runs his pale fingers through his white hair. The older woman has her gaze fixated on the familiar necklace around Jimin’s neck that is taking a bright red colour.

“I’m afraid I’ll only be here for a while, kid. Thank you. Your ruby necklace really complements your skin tone. The peculiar shape reminds me of a close friend of mine’s necklace.” Suran tucks a few loose strands of hair behind her ear.

“What?” Jimin looks down and pales when the crystal ball has a really deep red colour. “O-Oh, it’s not supposed to be red.” Jimin said nervously as he frowns and grabs the spherical pendant in between his thumb and forefinger. “My necklace has been acting very weird the past two days. It used to be just a clear crystal ball.” The pink-haired boy twirls it around. ‘Is it really broken?’ He pouts at the thought. It’s the only thing he has aside from the café that his grandma leaves in his hands. And Jimin has a soft spot for the necklace for his grandmother has always treated it so dearly to her. He still remembers how she refused to take it off even once because the necklace is a gift from a special friend. Apparently, she once complained that she never understands her friend and the next day, despite muttering hurtful things, the said friend gave her the necklace to understand him better. And to Jimin, it feels like the necklace and his grandmother’s spirit is still connected and he refuses to part with that.

“Hm is that so? It looks very similar to Yaksoku’s though.” Suran muses and almost immediately, Hoseok and Jimin looks at her.

“You knew my grandma?”

‘Grandma?’ Suran gapes and when she remembers that her time differs from humans’, she knew she fucked up.

“How do you and Yoongi know about my grandmother? I’ve never seen you before…” Jimin looks down to Hoseok and wonder how did Hoseok meet these people who know about his grandmother. While the angel could not lie to Jimin, he has been trying to get help from both namjoon and Suran who both avert their gazes elsewhere. The blithe male then gives Jimin a smile.

“We were Yaksoku’s friends.” Yoongi suddenly said, his eyes returning to the normal white sclera and bluish grey iris. He meets Jimin’s brown ones for a while before looking at the raging red crystal sphere pendant hanging on a grey coloured chain around his neck. Although that isn’t a lie, it isn’t the whole truth either and judging on Jimin’s slow nod, he must have been rather contented with the answer. Although the pink-haired waiter doesn’t know how it connects, he drops the subject fairly quick since he hasn’t been in his grandmother’s life for long for he has always been with the two boys he no longer sees but once meant the world to him. Park Jimin then bows and excuses himself before making his way towards the counter when the bell chimes again.

Yoongi, again has his eyes on Jimin. The latter boy smiles at a customer and again, his eyes disappearing when his cheeks go up much like when the moon fades away when the sun comes up to shine. The customer who came in has a child with her and he swore Park Jimin got twice as bright when his brown eyes meets the little girl’s. He gave her a lollipop for free and ruffles her hair as Yoongi tried to not scoff at the action. It feels like it’s a very Park Jimin action but if Yoongi tries hard enough, maybe he can see his best friend’s silhouette treating her customers with care. Is kindness hereditary? Yoongi isn’t sure. But what he does know is that Suran and Hoseok are vaguely talking about Yaksoku while Namjoon is still on the phone with the head of the Lycans. His advisor stifles a little laugh as he makes a light-hearted joke. The head of the Lycans is one of Namjoon’s close friends back in Infernum. When Namjoon hangs up, he gives Yoongi a proud smile. One that says ‘Mission accomplished, hyung. I just got you your pups also I’ve got other info too.’

“Alright, Jackson Wang has agreed to help and he is even willing to give us 6 of his most trusted pups. Also, according to him, apparently, some of his trainees have been acting up. Upon investigations, they have found the use of some sort of deep-sea kelp that makes them strong and alert. They kelps have been sent to a lab to see if it’s a new type of drug but turns out, it’s just kelp. But, here’s the thing. That ‘just kelp’ is at least 500 years old. Jackson has also reported things that his idols’ and trainees’ behaviour have gotten out of hand lately and it’s been hard to keep Tantara Records’ name clear. Nothing literally scares these kids anymore and even worse is that an insider told him that the kelp-seller is amongst them.”

“Namjoon-ah, I will leave the pups to you. I need to find out who the fuck is trying to steal my authority.” Yoongi growls, nails scraping the polish of the wooden chair he’s sitting on.

“Will do, my prince.” And when Namjoon promises and bows, he delivers as promised.

‘I will find you and bite your neck off.’ Yoongi thought, gritting his teeth.

Chapter 3

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