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Angel Number   

Hongjoong walked into the timeworn bar, chill jazz music echoing the place softly with few patrons scattered around the yellowish-dim lit place.  

He glanced around the place, eyes seeking the person he could feel the energy emitting from until he spotted the dark figure on the barstool. He walked to the man in a casual suit with silent feet even though he knew he was already noticed.  

As if the man sensed his presence, he spun around in his seat. The man didn’t get to react fast when the angel threw himself in his arms and buried his face in his chest.  

Weak arms wrapped around the man’s waist, the small figure remained unaccepting of loosening his hold or freeing him.   

“Hongjoong.” He didn’t call him an angel .   

Hongjoong swallowed the cry he felt as he tightened his hold around the warm demon.  

Demon.  

What was he doing? An angel throwing themselves into evil’s hands.  

“Jus’ a lil’ more.” Hongjoong muffled into his thick shirt, unable to nuzzle his neck because of the thick turtleneck he was wearing underneath his suit jacket. He buried his face in the demon’s chest until he felt two arms wrap around him and hold him securely.   

The most secure he felt in countless heavenly years.  

“Didn’t cross my mind I would see you again.” The demon hummed in amusement, his nose nestled in his now black hair. Long gone the pure white he used to adorn.   

“You are still as reckless.” The demon caressed a hand down his spine until it rested at the dip of his lower back. Hongjoong knew the implications of the demon.   

However, he had no soul to rip himself away, not even when the demon dipped his fingers harshly into his flesh.   

“S-Seonghwa…” pitiful.  

“Miss me hmm?” The demon— Seonghwa leaned down, unnatural hot breath ghosting his sensitive ear, dangerous, promising.    

Hongjoong squirmed closer, which was a slight shock to the demon but the split-second emotion morphed into hilarity. He cracked a beautiful entertained laughter.  

Where did everything begin?  

He tugged Hongjoong’s hair back cruelly so they could meet eyes. Hongjoong looked sad and hollow as he stared into the deep abyss that was the demon’s eyes. The very definition of an endless void of nothingness.   

Oh, it began the day Park Seonghwa witnessed his wings.  

Hongjoong still remembered with intense goosebumps when Seonghwa’s eyes widened manically with an as wide wicked smile. If it could be called a smile at all.  

“What are you doing, angel? Hmm?” The demon glowered sickeningly, the previous mirth in his eyes all gone and replaced by menace.   

What was he doing indeed.  

He gazed at the demon with long-lost eyes.  

Hongjoong was an aimless wandering angel. Unlike every angel born with numbers, he didn’t. He was assigned no number at birth, which gave him almost no worth, no commitments, and no job to fulfill. He remained a wanderer.  

Numbers were the purpose of angels’ existence and he didn’t carry one. An ill fate he was born with and had to shoulder on his small fragile frame.  

Very long years he spent them passing by people, cities, and fellow angels on missions and adventures, fulfilling their existence and objectives. He pitied himself on days but never allowed himself to get lost in darkness, in gloomy thoughts, or stray from the correct path. He couldn’t lose himself, it was all he got.  

That was until he happened in a city. That particular city hummed with energy, intense, luring, crazed. It was dark, very dangerous. Demons .  

Hongjoong knew there were at least ten of them residing in the area, maybe eight? Seven?  

How many of them?  

He lowered his face underneath his rain cloak to hide himself.   

The sky was overcast, clouds blocked the sun. The muddy ground was wet, the air humid and chilly after an all night showers of rain.   

Hongjoong tried to mend in, conceal himself between humans until he passed through it. It wasn’t like he carried any special energy that could attract people.   

However, his white hair and pale skin gave him away so easily. He wore a cloak, it swallowed him completely as if he wasn’t there or he was maybe a passerby, not some supernatural creature roaming the place carelessly.  

Demons wouldn’t show mercy for his looks and glow. He was beautiful, just like how any other angels were supposed to look, maybe more; his white hair though was rare. It was the only trait Hongjoong loved about himself.    

However, he was powerless, inexperienced and so naive. Born carrying a stroke of unfortunate luck that never failed to screw him in as many ways as possible.   

Why would he be surprised now that his luck got him slammed into a Demon out of all commoners?   

He stood frozen instead of running away.  

The Demon was tall, incredibly looking, like how monsters shrouded their ugliness underneath fake skins they obtained to attract their victims.   

The victim now happened to be him, a poor angel.  

Hongjoong knew he was doomed the moment the demon’s lips lifted at the corners and he recognized who he was.  

He was in a grave position.  

“An Angel.” The demon grabbed his cloak and tore it away from his lithe body.   

The patrons in the bar paid no mind to the two persons embracing. The bartender shook another drink as the music continued playing softly in the background and blending with the quiet chattering.   

“Y’know, I let you go once before, but that doesn’t mean I will spare you a second time, angel .”   

The tone should have scared Hongjoong, just like how the first time he met the demon. It should have sung alarm bells in his head, his instincts should have kicked at him but what did he have to lose?   

Back then he had everything to lose yet he didn’t run, now he was weightless, carrying nothing.  

He snuggled deeper into the demon’s arms. He whined when the demon twisted a hand in his hair and forced him to face each other. Seonghwa’s gaze was hateful.   

Tears clung to Hongjoong’s long curled lashes—  

The demon beamed in wonder as he seized him up and down. Dark eyes shone red before they morphed back to an endless blackness.  

He was a head taller, with long black hair held in a messy bun at the back. He had rings and studs piercing his ears and one metallic barbell shone in his lower lip, black lipstick covering them, and thick black eyeshadow making his eyes seem bigger than how they already were.  

He wore ripped pants, laced boots, and a leather jacket atop a tank top hanging down his chest to show just a little bit of his tattoo in the middle of his chest.  

Asmodeus.  

Hongjoong swallowed thickly, skin crawling as he recognized one of the Seven Princes of Hell. Prince of Lust. Rumors had it that anyone who fell to Asmodeus' wicked conduct would be sentenced to an eternity in hell.  

Hongjoong needed to run.   

Why didn’t he run?  

“One day.” Hongjoong’s voice sounded foreign to his own ears, hoarse and dry from the lack of use. When was the last time he spoke to anyone?  

“I only have one day and no place to go.” It was the truth he didn’t have a place to go, however, that wasn’t close to the reason he was seeking the demon.   

He had one day of freedom and he wanted to spend it with him.   

He wanted to feel that night again, at least for one last time.  

“I’m n-not an angel.” Hongjoong averted his eyes in fear, totally missing the smirk but feeling the energy thrum from the evil being towering over him. It was absurd to think he could fool a demon.   

That was the one time he met him, the moment that marked his doom.  

‘Park Seonghwa’ was the human name the demon went by as he proudly introduced himself as a hell prince.   

‘I was born in hell.’ Seonghwa's amusement built up at the mortification drawn on the angel’s face.  

He tilted his head, prideful. ‘Imagine how wicked that is.’ So wicked, the angel felt his belly churn like bubbling acid.  

Seonghwa was born in fire; he couldn’t fathom the exuberance, the means, the vicious mentality this demon possessed. Hongjoong wondered if he could ever escape him then.  

He couldn’t.  

Not when he discovered the demon’s obsession with angels, more specifically their Wings.  

He made the mistake of spreading his wings to escape but he couldn’t fly two feet when Seonghwa grabbed his ankle and slammed him to the muddy ground. He inhaled sharply as he peered up at the looming demon in pure fright.  

If before the demon was interested, now he looked with wide crazed eyes, so wide, Hongjoong thought they might rip out of his fake skin. A mad chill rocked his petite body as he wrapped his wings around himself in fragile protection.  

His mismatched wings.  

His shameful ones.  

Hongjoong whimpered at the way he had to pull them out. When was the last time he had to? When was the last time someone saw them?  

However, that seemed to spur the demon on, coating his lips with saliva as he tongued on the barbell in his lower lip.  

“Wow, just wow,” Hongjoong tried hiding behind his wings, ashamed he had to put them on display. When the stare became overbearing, he crouched to the ground and curled his wings around himself, the urge to morph into nothingness and disappear very overwhelming.   

“Y’know,” Seonghwa crouched down in front of his trembling form, “I adore angels.” He purred.   

Hongjoong’s eyes snapped open.  

Seonghwa smiled at him, “And this?” he reached out to run his fingers along his feathers, the feathers of his odd wing. “These are the most beautiful wings I’ve ever seen.” His mouth salivated in thirst as he grinned sinisterly.  

This was the first being telling him his wings were pretty. That he was so sure the black feathers of his right-wing were the reason he didn’t get assigned a number.  

“You have a black wing angel, a fucking black wing!” Seonghwa fisted his feathers unprovoked and yanked hard. Hongjoong winced in pain as a few plunked out, tears clung to his lashes as he watched Seonghwa looking in fascination at the shiny feathers in his hand.  

“I’m making myself a necklace out of it if you don’t mind.” As if he needed permission from a small feeble angel who was at his mercy.  

Seonghwa then seemed to notice the poor state the angel was in, how the wings wrapped around him; how shaky and pale he was.   

He reached a hand and cupped his face, so gently.  

“Poor angel, did I scare you?” Seonghwa cooed as he rubbed his thumb over his soft cheek. Hongjoong whimpered as he closed his eyes; wet long lashes rested on his cheeks.  

He gasped when he felt lips attached to his left cheek, kissing him softly. “I don’t like sad angels.” The demon murmured.   

Hongjoong opened his eyes and was met with Seonghwa’s black ones, so close he could feel the demon’s breath on his cheek, and could see Seonghwa’s eyes linger on his mouth.  

“What number are you, angel?” Seonghwa whispered, still kneading his cheek while looking at his mouth.  

He shouldn’t be scared or humiliated to tell a demon he was numberless, but he was. His wings instinctively tried to wrap around his body tighter, to hide from his insecurities, to block the demon away.  

“No angel, don’t hide from me,” Seonghwa clicked his tongue as he pulled away. “Now tell me instead, what is a lone angel doing in a city of demons? You realize this is like asking for a definite sentence for your head.” Seonghwa eyed him down. Hongjoong’s eyes couldn’t leave the black lipstick on his mouth.  

“I-I… I wander around…” he whispered dazedly, the rush of adrenaline leaving his body to have it limp and weak.  

“Y’know, every angel who steps in this city gets handed to me,” Seonghwa beamed, “everyone knows I, hmm, have a special captivation with your kind,” he crooned.   

“Your ethereal beauty, the innocence, the fragility hell I wanna devour you.” Seonghwa rested his face in his hands, swooning as he eyed him enchantedly.  

“You want to spend one precious day with a demon?” Hongjoong winced at the merciless grip, knowing his skin was bruising under Seonghwa’s hand.   

Seonghwa narrowed his eyes, threatening but then he was smiling. Saturated. Very fake.   

“That will be my pleasure. After all, I don’t refuse submissive and lovely angels like you.” That was easy, very easy. Why didn’t Seonghwa question him? Why didn’t he suspect anything?  

Hongjoong decided to assume it came with the demon’s confidence and power. Why would he be alarmed by a fragile angel? Not like Hongjoong was planning anything aside—  

Letting Seonghwa devour the remains of him.  

Hongjoong’s mistake actually lay there.  

Because no one looked at him the same before, no one. He got shrugged aside the moment he was born and was told his black feathers would bring bad omen to the holy grounds.  

And this demon, this demon was looking at him as if he was— he was a true beauty. The way he massaged his wings gently, the black one, running his fingers through their softness and humming happily to himself. It was part mortifying, part intriguing and Hongjoong untangled them from around his body and spread them forward a little, hesitantly, so the demon didn’t have to reach far for them. He watched with an adorable frown the demon getting lost in them.  

This was how he was supposed to be looked at if he was born a normal angel.   

Maybe the heavens knew better than him when they left him with no identity, no number. Because they knew he would spiral into a path no other angel should dare reach.  

Hongjoong fell so easily into the wicked schemes of the demon.  

He sinned and not in the form of submitting his body to the lustful demon to take, but to show his wings in such a contemptible act.    

 ——  

This time, the place was incredibly different. Of course, with all those advancements in science and all the inventions, modern settings differed from how life used to be a couple centuries ago.  

The penthouse was massive, located on top of a highrise in the central city. Black, gray, and red, everything from the walls to the furnishings varied between those colors.  

Hongjoong followed the demon as he curiously eyed the place around with innocent eyes. He was so out of place, he was grim and poor that the place felt contaminated by his presence. He fiddled nervously with his hands to quell his insecurities, not realizing Seonghwa was leading him into a room.  

The room had a massive bed, satin blood-red covers, black satin pillows, and sheets. Just like his taste back then. Hongjoong shrugged the thought as fast as it occurred.   

The walls were a faded shade of black with a big chandelier hanging in the middle of the high ceiling.  

The room had one curtain wall with transparent glass showcasing the endless night sky.  

This was definitely different from the stone house Seonghwa took him in.   

As Hongjoong stood in the middle of the room marveling, he felt the demon stand behind his back before pressing their bodies together, the proximity made his frame look smaller against the demon’s chest.   

His breath slowly quickened, heat surfaced underneath his skin as he felt hot inhales ghost his neck. He fought the buried flashbacks surfacing his head, flashbacks of when he had the demon all over his body, having it in all the inappropriate ways he desired.   

He shivered as he felt the vibrations along his back caused by the demon humming. Seonghwa caressed his arms, up and down in a slow and very gentle movement that left his deprived body sagging on him.   

“Like the upgrade?” Seonghwa murmured against his sensitive ear, the angel couldn’t help the soft sound escaping his lips.   

He stayed still in anticipation, waiting for the demon to finally kiss him after so long—  

He got startled instead by the demon grabbing his wrist and twirling him around, the grip was cruel as Seonghwa threw him to the bed roughly and climbed atop him.  

Black bled into the whites of his eyes, Seonghwa glowered at him, “Foolish, foolish angel.”  

Seonghwa’s fingers dug into his wrists where he held them by his sides. The touch was so hot it bordered on unbearable. “You made a really grave mistake,”  

Seonghwa let go of his wrists only to rip his shirt apart. Hongjoong gasped as he tried to shrink on himself but the demon didn’t allow him, shedding part of his human skin to show his cracked horns and sharp teeth.  

“A mistake that might cost your precious life.” Seonghwa sunk his teeth into his neck and Hongjoong wailed loud and painful.  

Tears pricked his eyes and his legs shook underneath him as he felt Seonghwa’s claws trail blunt lines down his bare chest before kneading it. He whimpered, his hands tried grabbing Seonghwa’s shirt to make him slow down but the demon only sucked harder, blood bled through his skin where the demon latched his mouth to his neck.  

“Who sent you?” Hongjoong froze instantly; his breath hitching.  

Seonghwa glowered at him when he pulled back, madness and anger and… something more, something Hongjoong didn’t understand.  

Something sharp and bitter kept pouring off his body. Hongjoong almost saw it in the form of a black smolder surrounding him. The demon was igniting.   

“I’m not stupid, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa smiled excessively. More a threat than anything named a smile. It looked terrifying. It promised death.   

He angered a vicious monster. Hongjoong couldn’t imagine the wrath about to befall him as he stared, tongue-tied at his looming figure, eyes blown in fear and skin continuously paling.  

“What did they offer you, hmm? A number? Did they give you a spell to cast on me, did they think I have a soft spot for a lowly angel like you?!” The words cut like a poisoned knife.   

A sob surged off Hongjoong’s chest so strong, so heavy. Soon, tears followed down his cheeks.  

He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, hiccuping as his lungs started hyperventilating. He wanted to curl on himself and disappear but the demon refused, he was forced on display.   

He could take it from anyone. Anyone but the only being who told him once that he was pretty, made him feel he was worth something, whatever that was, he was worth something to the demon at least.  

“Your tears won’t salvage you now, angel.” Seonghwa taunted as he leaned down to lick a thick strip along his cheek, tasting the saltiness. He whispered, “I’m gonna have you. I’m gonna tear you apart, take everything you have torturously, slowly, so you would regret returning to me.” He said it with mortifying finality.    

Hongjoong cried louder, each word took down another piece of his remaining sanity. Cruel. So cruel. He didn’t want this, no, the demon didn’t treat him like this before! The demon w-was…  

“Regret trying to deceive me.” Seonghwa bite manically.  

He wasn’t, he wasn’t deceiving him!  

“I spared your low life!” He thundered, “I did you an unattainable favor and that’s how you repay me!” There was a sting on his cheek, the demon had slapped him with so much rage, his head flew to the side.   

But he couldn’t tell him the truth either.  

Undeniably, an intelligent demon like him would suspect him, no angel getting off a deathly hook would walk back willingly into the same trap.   

The demon smiled sinisterly at him as he licked his lower lip tantalizingly, just where he had the barbell before.   

“Remember when I laid you down on my bed and fucked you and you spread your pretty wings for me?” Seonghwa grabbed his face, forcing him to look back.   

He dug his fingers into his cheeks. Hongjoong stared back at him with wide shiny eyes.  

“N-No… please…”  

“I’m gonna force those wings out of you.”  

Back then Seonghwa didn’t have to force them out of him.   

Hongjoong willingly spread them and wrapped him with them in the only way he could show gratitude to the demon.   

——  

“Hide your wings, don’t want any other creature to lust over them.” Hongjoong collected his quivering wings and soon the demon had the cloak back around him.   

With an arm around his shoulder, the demon led him between the commoner crowd. The heaviness of the demon’s grip made Hongjoong obey with no objection, not like he could make a change in this predicament.   

Hongjoong felt small, yet extra warm, like the demon emitted heat from head to toe, a natural furnace. It was the end of October, and the weather slowly chilled in the night, which made the angel crave more of the heat. He knew he shouldn’t.   

The demon suddenly stopped. Hongjoong slowly lifted his face and peeked underneath the cape. He felt the chill when he recognized two demons in their way. Seonghwa’s grip tightened painfully with unbearable possessiveness.   

“San, Wooyoung, what do I owe the pleasure?” Seonghwa’s smile was saccharine. Threatening.    

The lean demon, San, answered with an innocent tilt of his head. “Caught yourself a pretty thing?”  

“Definitely hiding a gem under that cloak.” Wooyoung licked his lip mischievously.   

“I did,” Seonghwa looked down at Hongjoong. “I’m not sharing. Get your own angel.”  

“Yeosang is not budging it’s driving me crazy ugh!” Wooyoung grumbled.   

San shrugged. “It’s a matter of time.”   

“You said that two months ago.”  

“I got a kiss out of him last week didn’t I?”  

“That’s because he lost a bet.” Wooyoung was jealous of the kiss.   

Hongjoong watched the weird exchange.   

He knew high-ranked angels got more freedom and choice in their existence after fulfilling their roles, which Hongjoong never had, unfortunately. Still, it baffled him that angels could mingle with demons this way with no repercussions.   

“Bet or not, I got the stoic angel blushing didn’t I?” San smirked which resulted in the little demon smacking him.   

“Anyways,” Seonghwa intervened finally, at the lack of threat from the twin demons, he loosened his claws a little. Hongjoong remained in place, for the sake of heat. “This angel is marked as mine and off limits.”  

Wooyoung wiggled his eyebrows before his eyes landed on the angel and Hongjoong flinched.   

“You are going to either regret this or have the best night of your damned boring life.”  

Hongjoong still didn’t know which one.   

Because that night was the best in his entire existence, and also marked his doom .   

Hongjoong gasped when Seonghwa threw him to the bed and smirked down at him.   

“You look every bit of temptation, I’m salivating.” Hongjoong shuddered, the feeling foreign, the heat crawling under his skin unknown to him.   

“Aww, you blush? What a sweet angel.” The demon shrugged off his clothes, and at the sight of bare chest and sliver of hair at Seonghwa’s lower belly, Hongjoong turned his eyes away. The gesture only enticed the demon more as he crawled on four and hovered above his body.   

“You are so darn beautiful, it’s fucking with my head.” Seonghwa stared, his eyes flickering all over his face like they didn’t know where to settle, like a whole feast the demon didn’t know where to begin with.   

And Hongjoong liked it, didn’t bother glossing over the fact he enjoyed the look of pure fascination in the demon’s eyes. He had always dreamed of receiving such a look. Now it came from an evil being but Hongjoong couldn’t do anything about it.   

He looked innocently at the demon, wondering what he would do next. The demon bit his lower lip and smiled giddily. “Fuck’s sake.” He dipped down and took a loud inhale from his neck.   

The angel gasped.   

“I’m gonna kiss you, and I’m gonna unwrap this body like a gift,” Seonghwa’s hands roamed his body without touching, like there was still a thread so thin before he lost himself. “And I’m gonna have you,” he slurred close to the angel’s ear. “You are gonna enjoy me so much, gonna beg me loud and desperate.” Hongjoong squirmed when an unfamiliar feeling clenched in his guts.   

“I’m gonna corrupt you.”  

Hongjoong squeezed his legs shut, and moaned when the demon bit his ear teasingly.   

“Delicious,” the demon groaned back as he lowered his body and rested its weight on the angel.   

Hongjoong breathed heavily. He refused to open his eyes because everything felt too overwhelming. Seonghwa wasn’t a demon of lust for nothing, the temptation was impossible to resist, the pheromones he was inhaling were fogging his head. Not like a naive and clueless Hongjoong knew anything, he was pretty much foreign to pleasure, sexual acts and intimacy. He never explored his body beyond what was appropriate and the demon could guess that clearly from the angel's own pheromones and demure reactions.   

This angel was as pure as any angel could get, untainted, untouched by any being.   

Seonghwa rolled his hips sinfully, sensually. Tears surfaced Hongjoong’s eyes from embarrassment, the sounds escaping his mouth were very indecent but he couldn’t stop himself. His legs shook, the demon pried them open and settled between them, his hands like hot brands splayed on his lush thighs.   

“Yeah, just like that,” the demon whispered above his mouth, “look at me angel,” Hongjoong couldn’t the more the demon ground on him and his hips involuntary canted back in return to chase the foreign feeling in his lower belly, he didn’t know what it was.   

“Look at you, so pure, gonna cum for me love?” Seonghwa moved purposefully now. Hongjoong felt something hard pressed into his private parts, very inappropriate. Hongjoong was about to explode from shame.   

Hongjoong didn’t know how, but it didn’t take long for the feeling to wind unbearable. His body felt so hot, he trembled and sobbed pitifully as he felt the white-hot feeling rip throughout his body, wetness spilling in his pants. He felt it, so humiliating! He immediately covered his eyes with his hands, which made the demon coo.   

“My shy angel, this was your first orgasm?” He teased as he licked the tears off his cheeks. “Feels good to wet yourself, yeah?” It did, it felt incredible. Hongjoong couldn’t deny the bliss he was feeling, his body like liquid on the sheets, head like a cloud, airy and light. He felt restful despite the embarrassment.   

“You aren’t about to make me cum too?” Seonghwa sat back on his hunches. Hongjoong was part delirious part clueless about how to do anything which made the demon chuckle. “You wouldn’t know, would you?”   

Hongjoong’s cheeks flamed. He shook his head timidly.   

“Watch and learn,” Seonghwa instructed and he followed the movement when the demon unzipped his pants and his cock was on display, inhuman form, big, veiny, very flushed atop the grayish color and pointy tip, anything unlike his own soft small pink cock.   

What struck the angel that his jaw dropped was alongside all that the head was pierced, circular ring-like horseshoe with barbells on both ends piercing through the glans vertically, and along the thick shaft just underneath the glans were rod-shaped piercings, four of them in horizontal lines.   

The angel felt the heat thrum under his skin as he swallowed thickly and tried to avert his gaze shyly but the demon forbade him. He got a slap to his face that lightly stung. “Bad angels get punished.”   

That was enough threat for Hongjoong to look because he craved validation in any form he could get. He couldn’t take any more punishments or reprimands.   

So he watched, eyes dazed and a bit enraptured by the movement of the ringed fingers circling Seonghwa’s cock, the way he jerked off tightly, white milky liquid squeezed out of a painfully purple tip in total contrast to the shiny metal pieces of jewelry. The demon was entranced by the captivated stares, getting off on corruption, moaning every time his strokes caught the piercings.   

“They will feel so good inside you,” the demon grunted as he toyed with the bell in his lower lip, black lipstick half gone when he traced his mouth along the angel’s neck.   

The angel gasped when Seonghwa spilled all over him. Now not only were his pants cum soaked, his shirt was soiled as well. His cheeks felt too hot, the familiar feeling in his belly simmering again.   

“Just like that, yeah, feels so good.” The demon crooned as he rolled his hips sensually into his fist to ride the last bit of his orgasm.   

Silly Hongjoong at that moment asked the demon if he will set him free now.   

Seonghwa’s face split into a sinister smile. “Angel, we have yet to start.”  

“I haven’t ruined you yet.” It was both a threat and a promise.  

Hongjoong still couldn’t figure out why he didn’t show that much resistance. Was it morbid curiosity? Was it hopelessness? Was it rebellion or enchantment?   

Maybe that’s why he should have heeded the warnings against demons, it was so easy to fall into their traps. Lust. A demon is known to lure his prey with passion and pleasure. And Hongjoong was but a naive little angel. An easy hunt.   

“Mmmhh… feels s’good… ah! ahh!”  

And the demon meant it, the promise of corruption, when later that night, in the dark stone house, the angel's cries and moans rang along the walls and echoed as the demon fingered him open with four; rings on fingers dragging deliciously along his wet tight walls and getting caught on his sensitive pink rim.   

Beyond the embarrassment, the exposed position, and the nakedness displayed for the demon to ravish, Hongjoong tore the sheets with his grips as he drooled on the satin pillow, ass presented in the air and legs spread obscenely wide with his back bowed in the most sinful sight.   

How did he get himself this far, into such a situation? Hongjoong’s brain couldn’t bother forming coherent thoughts, completely succumbing to pleasure. It just felt so good, so good when the demon’s fingers breached him and it felt full, satisfyingly full, like he wanted them permanently there, pressing and circling that corner inside he never knew felt that pleasurable, making his legs shake and his hips hump the air with desperation like a rabid animal in heat.   

“What a sight,” the demon grunted behind him. Hongjoong couldn’t see him, but his presence was so massive, very heated, and imposing that Hongjoong felt at his mercy. “Wrecked from my fingers, such a sweet demure thing.” He massaged his buttocks before smacking them. Hongjoong gasped, scandalized, before moaning lewdly like a complete whore.   

“You like that? Look at your little cocklet leaking on my bed sheets.” Seonghwa sneaked a hand to toy with his sensitive tip which made the angel cry and squirt from the teasing ministration, legs shaking and hips held up by one sturdy grip.   

“So cute.” The demon dipped to kiss the back of his neck, the feel of his warm tongue and metal bell down his spine made shivers wreck his body. The demon’s hands reached to cup his soft breasts, squeezing and marveling at the sweetest pleas the angel slurred for him.   

Seonghwa’s fingers toyed with his nipples as he reached just enough to bite the angel’s plump asscheek. “You are so delicious, fuck.” The demon’s cock leaked from the rapidly growing arousal, the pheromones in the air stifling. He honed his cock on the wet satin sheets and moaned at the sensation as he proceeded to part the angel’s cheeks and plunge a tongue inside his stretched virgin pink hole.   

“P—Please… I hnggg….ahhh…” Hongjoong teared up from the shame of feeling someone’s face buried in his most private body part and slurping his hole and actually liking it. He didn’t know what he wanted or needed, everything was too much and very addictive. He didn’t know if he wanted a reprieve or for the demon to devour him as his hips moved on their own to chase the feeling and fuck himself on Seonghwa’s face.   

The demon hummed in pleasure as he fucked his ass with his tongue in a matching rhythm with his hips humping the sheets. His hands moved to caress the angel’s back, just where his wings would be if he spread them.   

The skin there was very tender and sensitive that the bare touch made Hongjoong gasp and pant harshly. “S—Stop no nonono please— hnnng!!” He couldn’t help when his dangling cock squirted more on the bed, wetting it more than how it was already drenched with his continued release and sweat.   

The demon was completely enticed, he pulled back with saliva all over his chin and connected with a trail to the drenched butthole that he plunged with so much spit.   

“Perfect,” the demon licked his lips. “You are such a perfect toy.” Hongjoong’s toes curled and his butthole clenched at the praise, hands fisting the sheets as he tucked them to his chest shyly. It made the demon coo at the pretty red cheeks and fluttering lashes.   

“Want you, wanna own you.” The demon couldn’t help when he draped his body atop Hongjoong’s smaller one and nuzzled his neck, taking a deep inhale before sinking his teeth in the flesh.   

Hongjoong gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure, it hurt so bad, it felt so goddamn magnificent. The demon rubbed his massive cock along the crack of his ass, rutting wantonly as he whispered sweet nothings into his ear which made the angel’s brain go all empty and cotton-like.   

Hongjoong swayed his hips back in circles, all shy and flushed at his timid advances. The demon was very endeared, matching his own rhythm to the angel’s to urge him more as he kissed his cheek adoringly.   

“Yeah, wan’ more sweet thing?” Seonghwa murmured along his ear as he swirled his hips tantalizingly slow, absolutely maddening, the drags of barbells on Hongjoong’s crack made the angel’s skin prickle with goosebumps.   

“Dunno… please Hwa mmmmmhh yeah… yeah ahhh… yeah mmmmhh…” the angel sighed with pleasure, moans and soft gasps continued to escape his pretty mouth as Seonghwa fastened his rhythm, the angel choking every time the head of the demon’s cock got caught on his pretty pink rim and he felt the big barbell at the tip.   

Hongjoong clenched around nothing every time the demon teased him. He didn’t know where the urgent feeling was coming from, the need for the cock to thrust in him and make him feel full, whole. He just needed the sweet release even though he never knew what that was, but everything felt like going by instinct, the need to be bred.   

“Wan’ me to rob your virginity, angel? Wan’ me to corrupt and ruin you for everyone else?” The demon kissed his cheek tantalizingly, leaving a spit trail behind.   

“Mmmmhhh…” Hongjoong drooled on the pillows, the haze in his eyes manifesting, becoming blinded by lust.   

The demon knew the angel was completely bewitched, he pulled back and flipped him on his back and nothing could have prepared him for the vision before his eyes.   

The Angel looked like sin, obscene and lecherous, innocence shrouded in pleasure and filth. The angel looked like erotic art splayed on his bed, all ruined and entirely lost to lust and gratification.   

Against the red sheets, the white of Hongjoong’s hair glowed with the pale skin glossed with sweat, the flush down his heaving chest, the erect pink nipples, the bruises of his grips on untainted skin.   

The angel this time was too far gone to be embarrassed by eye contact, he looked at the demon with glossy eyes and tears-wet thick lashes, lips red bitten and wet with drool, Seonghwa felt the animalistic urge inside to devour the being before him and leave nothing behind. His grips flexed, and beyond his control, his human skin cracked and black thin lines mapped his skin.   

He didn’t know when his horns emerged, his black hair falling to ascend his neck and collarbones. Desire was so strong he couldn’t control his real image from making an appearance, his sharp teeth on display and the white of his eyes dipped in darkest ink surrounded by grayish skin.   

Yet the angel didn’t seem that affected by the hideousness, he just laid there, pliant and staring at him to finally take him, submissive and willing.   

Maybe the demon was the one enchanted here. He wanted to own the angel for eternity.   

The drag of claws made Hongjoong squirm from sensitivity, his whole body vulnerable to every little contact.   

The demon went easy on him and smiled as he probed the angel’s lower back on his lap after spreading him. He caressed his thighs gently before taking both their cocks in one hand and jerking them off. The angel was too sensitive, he mewled as the drag of barbells on the underside of the demon’s cock made him squirt again all over his quivering belly.   

The demon’s hand never stopped, enjoying the excessively wet sounds of his strokes as the angel hid his red face with both hands, whimpering and squirming with his hips thrusting involuntarily to chase more friction, or maybe escaping the overwhelming feeling.   

“Ahh… ‘m ‘mmmh it won’ stop— won’ stop!” The angel threw his head back, spine arched, and chest flushed with embarrassment when he couldn’t stop his cock from squirting.   

Seonghwa was enticed as he cruelly pinched the wet red head of the angel’s small cock once more and heard more swishing sound and Hongjoong choking on his spit. “It’s okay love, cum more for me.”   

By the time Hongjoong had wetted himself and the bed, the demon showed mercy and let his cock rest, it lay on his wet trembling belly all swollen and spent. The demon couldn’t help but splay a hand in the wetness and caress around, the angel choked on his whimpers, too short on air and heart beating out of his ribcage.   

“Very messy, you drenched my cock too.” The demon used the wetness to stroke his cock lazily, precum dripping down his tip to join the mess.   

“…’m sorry…” the angel pouted. He honestly didn’t have the right to look so innocent laying naked in a pool of his messiness. The demon was about to go nuts.   

“One final round to ruin you completely.” The demon tilted his head and smirked deviously. “Watch me.”  

“Ahh—!” Hongjoong choked on his spit as the demon pried his legs obscenely wide, held them up, and exposed the most private part of his body. Hongjoong could help but flutter his hole around nothing under the attention, legs quivering as he tried to shy away but couldn’t. He looked between his legs with mortification as the demon’s pointy purplish-grayish length breached him.   

He held his breath and couldn’t make a sound as he watched the thickness sink in him, kept sinking, farther and farther inside, breath hitching softly with every barbell that tugged on his rim until his belly bulged crudely.   

The demon used his wetness and spit that the slide was very smooth and easy if not a little stretchy and uncomfortable for only a little bit of time.   

Not that the feeling lasted too long, because the angel was distracted by the pure bliss on the demon’s face, head thrown back, eyes closed and eyebrows scrunched in unbelievable pleasure, hips rutting uncontrollably and grips flexing to not dig claws in his thighs.   

After a moment, the demon’s lips fell open with a relieved deep sigh as he relaxed and opened his eyes and they immediately looked into each other.   

Seonghwa smirked lazily before kicking his hips and Hongjoong cried, the demon’s cock too heavy and scorching hot inside him, barbells rubbing on his sensitive walls and the head on that one blissful spot, so good, in all the right ways that made his back arch off the bed and toes curl.   

He couldn’t make a sound for a minute, pupils were blown wide and mouth open in a permanent silent gasp.   

“Yeah, lose yourself just like that,” the demon crooned as he rubbed his shaking thighs and thrust again, so deep, balls slapping against his ass with lewd wet sounds.   

“So much spit inside you it feels so good ahh…” Seonghwa moaned with pleasure, pulling halfway out and thrusting inside once more, powerful and relentless.   

Hongjoong soon started wheezing, choking, and moaning so loud as the thrusts became repetitive and firmer, the demon chasing his pleasure persistently, the barbells doing wonders dragging against his sensitive walls, the stimulation mind-numbing.   

“Goodgoodgood—hnnngg feels s’good ah ahh ah—”  

Seonghwa freed his thighs and let them drop as he leaned over his body, the angle made his cock plant deeper, making Hongjoong sob and claw at his broad back, the painful drags of nails made the demon groan as he fucked into his tight hole faster, roughly.   

Hongjoong held onto him, and felt his spent cock twitch, cum leaking as if possible after all the releases he had, but what did he know about pleasure? The demon sneaked a hand between and fondled the belly bulge before pressing on it firmly, the angel screamed and drew blood from the demon’s back with his fingers.   

“Feels good? I know it feels good.” He murmured into Hongjoong’s ear as he stroked the bulge with his thumb and thrust again and again. Hongjoong was so sensitive he could feel the demon spill in him continuously, not cumming, but that was a lot of hot precum, too hot, and smoothing the slide like lubricant.   

The idea of being fucked and filled by a demon was too much to register in his virgin mind as he held on tighter and clung to him.   

The demon wanted to see his face so he pulled away and when the angel shied behind his arms, he held both wrists above his head with one merciless grip and looked him down, his grayish skin and inky eyes were a total contrast to the purity and whiteness the angel shined with. It was such a turn-on.   

The demon got off on it, the way the angel thrashed against pleasure and oversensitivity, his head shaking from side to side, tears rolling down, and sweat making his white hair stick to his forehead.   

“Hnng… ah ahh… ahh!!” The demon watched the angel throw his head back at a particularly harsh thrust, his back making a perfect arch off the bed as he struggled to free his hands. Seonghwa swirled his hips mercilessly, enjoying the tears overflowing down the angel’s cheeks, the cum dribbling from his poor cock that was resting above his bulge. Such an addictive sight. Incredibly debauched.   

“You are the most beautiful being I’ve ever witnessed,” Hongjoong cried, not from pleasure, but the one time another being looked so genuinely fascinated with him. He loved this, all of it. Evil or not, what was his worth even, and who cared?  

Seonghwa was the only one who meant the word ‘beautiful’.   

“Shush….” The demon leaned down and kissed him to stop his sobs that turned out pitiful. Hongjoong wanted to thank him, show a little bit of gratitude, but his tongue was too heavily entangled with the demons. There was so much spit in his mouth, and every sound he made was slurred and mixed with delightful whimpers.   

He didn’t know what came over him, before he could stop himself his wings spread underneath him, two mismatched wings, very fascinatingly big, wrapped around the demon in a hug. A really warm hug.   

The wings covered both of them, the moment inside felt too intimate and tender as the demon’s eyes marveled in disbelief and complete enchantment.   

“Angel…” the demon sounded so far gone, his thrusts slowed down and eyes were unwillingly torn from the black wing to look into Hongjoong’s soft ones.   

“You… you loved ‘em… you are the only one who loved ‘em...” For the first time, the angel smiled and for the second time, the demon’s eyes dilated in disbelief.   

At that moment, the demon’s dead heart skipped a beat for the first time in centuries. But the angel didn’t know that.   

When Seonghwa couldn’t snap out of his awed daze, Hongjoong laid his palm softly on his cheek and traced his thumb along his lower lip, circling the barbell before tugging it down. “Kiss me?”  

And Seonghwa did. The next hour felt like a blurred bliss, held by the angel wings as they continuously fucked.   

Hongjoong was delirious with pleasure by then, sighing softly, his body easily rocked and pleased with every gentle thrust. His mind felt numb and blissfully empty as he felt hot demon cum fill him up so good, once, twice, until he was bloated and the demon was satisfied and watching it drip down his shaky thighs after finally pulling out.    

The sun had already risen by the time the demon lay on his chest, satiated and humming at the comfort of the feathers on his skin. The demon kept tracing the black wing, kissing the feathers like they were the most precious thing.   

Hongjoong didn’t want to be let go after, but the demon set him free.   

“Get out of this city, further away you will be safe.”   

Hongjoong wanted to ask the demon why he didn’t chain him down and kept him as he promised, but at that time Hongjoong was insecure and didn’t know if he should demand more after such a huge showcase of mercy.   

The demon smirked, Hongjoong thought a lot about that confident stance and stare, like the demon knew something he didn’t.   

He didn’t hear when the demon whispered ‘catch you soon, angel.’ Before he left.   

“C’mon angel, show me your wings,” Hongjoong choked on a sob as Seonghwa’s hand squeezed tighter around his neck. Yet he didn’t feel it, he didn’t know if he was breathing or not anymore.   

“You can’t be getting shy now, I have seen them,” the demon leaned down, licking his salty tears. He shuddered in fright. The demon continued, “I’ve seen them… I have seen all of you, you can’t hide anything from me. I've already branded this body.”  

He wasn’t hiding. He wished he was hiding. At least it meant he still had them.   

The demon’s eyes widened in pure shock. He pushed back now he was straddling him while looking him down.   

Astonished, Seonghwa murmured, “what do you mean they ripped them off?” All the taunting and threats were gone, only disbelief lingered as the black in the demon’s eyes flickered, his hands loosening as they trailed to press against Hongjoong’s weak heart.   

“There is no way,” Seonghwa took his fragile form and flipped him on his stomach, a hand covered his mouth as he saw the ugly marred skin, two scars from his shoulder blades down to the dimples at his back. Just where his pretty wings used to be…   

They didn’t even bother to cut them, Seonghwa knew from the ugly healed skin that they tore them from his skin brutally.   

“They knew I-I… I’m defiled… I allowed my wings out while… they said I don’t deserve them…” Hongjoong curled on himself as a new surge of tears overtook him, painful and humiliating. He knew he looked ugly, the skin on his back was an eyesore. He hated he had to bear the weight of the punishment, a forever reminder of an outcast, ugly outcast.  

A reminder he couldn’t spread his wings anymore, that he couldn’t fly. That he had fallen.   

The astonishment in the demon’s eyes morphed into uncontainable rage. If Hongjoong wasn’t out of it he would have cowered away.   

“No, impossible. They can’t just rip them!” The anger started to visualize when Seonghwa failed to contain it. He stood up a few feet away, cracks on his crumbling skin, deep lines kept mapping his flesh as black smolder licked through them.  

His fingers twitched uncontrollably. “There is a court! There is judgment your fuckland pride itself with! They should have taken them away like—”  

“With dignity?” Hongjoong peered at him through blurred vision. “Heaven hated me… heaven always wanted to…”  

“Defiled angels are punished to hell!” And then a sudden realization hit the demon.   

“They knew… they fuckin’ knew I was about to take you once they threw you to hell that’s why they did this…” voice shook with irrepressible madness. “That’s why they ripped your wings instead and kept you. To torture you and go against me.”  

Seonghwa grabbed his black fur blankets and threw them carelessly over Hongjoong’s small trembling form.   

“Don’t leave this place, I will be out for a while,” Seonghwa ordered as he walked into his closet to grab a new red coat.   

Seonghwa’s eyes lingered for a second on the display glass box in the middle of the room. In the middle of his collection of priceless jewelry, a centuries-old self-made necklace of rare black feathers belonging to an angel lay there untouched for the longest. He gritted his teeth and snapped out of his remorseful gaze.   

“This place is bound, they can’t get you here.”  

“Where— what a-are you going to do?” Hongjoong scrambled to get up after him but couldn’t when his knees immediately gave up on him.   

“I’m a prince, a lord. My parents rule hell in all its glory. I can easily bring said hell to your fake saint land and I will .”   

The demon smiled like a maniac. “I will wreak havoc for daring to go against me.”  

When Seonghwa disappeared, Hongjoong lie down numb on the sheets and hid inside the fur blankets. The concept of time was long torn from his head so he didn’t know how long he dissociated there when he heard a noise inside the place.   

He peaked and there was cluttering and chatter, a few people made their way to him.   

“There he is!” Hongjoong almost couldn’t recognize the demons before him. The dimples and the mischievous eyes were the only giveaways they were the same demons he encountered back then.  

“Don’t spook him Wooyoung.” A third person spoke.   

Hongjoong’s eyebrows furrowed when he noticed the third person. They were all adorned in dark suits with no ties. Wooyoung had red hot hair, San stayed with black, but the third person had platinum white hair.   

An angel.   

Hongjoong swallowed thickly with apprehension as he sat and readied himself for judgment.   

“I’m Yeosang, a massager between heaven and hell.” He introduced himself calmly. “We’ve heard of unjust judgment bestowed upon you. And upon further negotiations with lord Park Seonghwa and a brief investigation, it appears the heavens faulted you and we are to rewind the mishaps to stop any further drastic actions from escalating.”  

“In simpler words,” Yeosang glared icily at Wooyoung but the playful demon didn’t heed any care. “Seonghwa threatened the court with tons of shit he held back for centuries to keep ‘peace’ bleh,” Wooyoung made wiggly peace signs with his hands as he gagged. “Anyways so you will get your wings back and full freedom.”   

“Wonder how much of that is freedom when he got Seonghwa on his back.” San chuckled.   

“Trust he wouldn’t mind, angels are addicted to demons, look at our Yeosangie.” Before Wooyoung could coo, Yeosang jabbed him in the ribs and he yelped. “Chill!” He whined.   

San pressed a hand to the small of Yeosang’s back and the angel just huffed and turned his head. San laughed at the angel’s antics and kissed his cheek. The angel let him, which made Wooyoung huff and turn his head the opposite. San sighed helplessly at his two lovers. They just never stop this weird bickering slash sexual tension in between.   

“This is a drip we came to deliver,” San took the enchantment from Yeosang and gave it to Hongjoong’s hesitant hands. “I advise you don’t take it until Seonghwa returns, wait for him.” The demon smiled sympathetically.   

The trio left soon after and Hongjoong was left alone to think about the drip in his hands.   

He could really obtain his wings back… and be free? It sounded extremely unrealistic that his heart hurt, the anguish and despair when he thought about the many long years he mourned the loss of his wings, of the glooms, depression and hopelessness, the urge and need to run back to the demon and fall one more time in his arms yet he couldn’t because he no longer had the wings the demon loved so much.   

They were the only reason he felt special in his embrace. He couldn’t dare, no matter how much he felt lonely and craved his affection and warmth.   

His ribcage constricted painfully around his lungs until he forced the tears out of his eyes and he cried, loud and devastating as he remembered the pain of punishment, how they kept him sober so he could feel his wings being torn off his back cruelly.   

The way he heard nothing beyond his painful wails and the suffering, the pool of his own blood he laid in with the terrifying weightless feeling of losing his wings.   

As ugly as they were, he was just starting to love them because of the demon. But they were gone so soon and he was rendered a broken shell, useless and hideous, and beyond worthless he wanted to burn himself alive and disappear.   

Seonghwa returned much later. Hongjoong didn’t hear him come in above his grating cries and the screams he was choking on. Within a second the demon was on the bed, pulling him underneath his red fur coat as he hugged him bruisingly tight.   

Hongjoong was shaking awfully. The demon’s eyes were icy with indistinct anger at the state the angel was in. He resorted to a spell he murmured in Hongjoong’s ear before the angel eventually slumped and weighed on his chest.   

Hongjoong slowly blinked his stinging eyes open, they hurt from crying, and his head was empty, in the way something was blocking him from thinking excessively or accessing painful visions. He lifted his face from the abnormally heated chest and saw the demon already eyeing him down.   

Seonghwa cradled his cheek, his thumb rubbing the bruise he caused from the prior slap. He clicked his tongue before pressing his lips to it and suddenly the colors morphed into clear skin. Hongjoong felt the tingles in his cheek and gasped.   

The reaction was adorable, a lazy smile graced the demon’s lips, a little bit remorseful.   

“It’s my mistake.” The demon suddenly confessed. Hongjoong was confused, searching the demon’s eyes.   

“This,” Seonghwa’s hand went lower until it circled the angel’s throat, and with a look, a dark ring of thorns surfaced Hongjoong’s neck.   

The demon’s seal. The blackthorns were a sign Seonghwa was known for, a sign that something or someone belonged to the Lord, a clear ownership.   

Seonghwa didn’t have it in mind that heaven would punish the angel for it, or at least he expected them to punish him to hell, and even then the seal would have kept any daring creatures away from Hongjoong. That was the purpose of it when he left it back then, protection, so Hongjoong could wander the cities safely.   

Not even Hongjoong knew he had it on his body, underneath his skin.    

Hongjoong confusion doubled because he couldn’t see what the demon was pointing out. He made a weak noise but the demon decided retrieving his wings was more an urgent matter.   

His expression turned grim. “It’s gonna be extremely painful to recover your wings. I need you to swallow this drip and push them out as hard as you can, yeah?” Seonghwa took off his coat and then shrugged his turtleneck off as well and exposed his upper body. “As much as it hurts, I want you to hold on to me. I don’t care how much pain you inflict on me, let me feel it.”  

That was guilt in the demon’s eyes like he wanted part of the pain because it was his fault the poor angel went through such suffering. This was the least he could do as he collected the small naked angel between his parted legs and pressed his face to his own shoulder.   

And to think he resented the angel for centuries because he didn’t return to him. Seonghwa bit his tongue and swallowed the regrets.   

The drip formula slowly took action when the angel’s skin heated until it became feverish and intolerable, and he started to pant heavily. Hongjoong’s hands went around the demon’s back and held him tight.   

“Push,” Seonghwa ordered as he locked his legs tighter around the angel’s body since he couldn’t hold his back. “Push them out as hard as you can.”  

Hongjoong suddenly cried agonizingly. He felt his skin bubble at his back where his scars ran, his bones wanting to rip out of his skin to form wings again.   

“It hurts!” Hongjoong wailed as he dug his nails into Seonghwa’s back but the demon showed no reaction to the sting.   

“Hurt me the same.” The demon murmured. Another push that tore his flesh got Hongjoong screaming and scratching the demon’s back open with his nails, blood coating his fingertips yet the demon still held himself strong and composed and allowed him to tear his flesh open.   

Hongjoong never thought he would feel the same miserable pain again, but at least when they ripped his wings, the process didn’t last this long. Hongjoong now felt like his skin was being scorched and shredded, and his bone structure was being broken and rearranged at a maddening pace.   

He cried deafeningly, hot tears all over his face.   

“ It hurts it hurtshurtshurtshu—!”   

Another hard push and Hongjoong couldn’t bear it anymore and sunk his teeth in the meat of Seonghwa’s shoulder, breaking the skin and drawing blood, but he couldn’t taste or focus on it, or the hot tears and drool, only the hideous sounds of his bones cracking and shifting as they emerged bloody, naked and long to fall on the stained mattress behind him.   

The naked wings slowly started to grow flesh around their bones, and soon feathers emerged in mismatched colors of black and white on each wing, and with each feather, Hongjoong felt like a brutal stab to his guts, the feathers pierced out the flesh sharp like razors and wet with his own blood until he felt his wings weigh heavily behind him.   

By the time the process was over, Hongjoong was delirious with pain, skin pale and coated with a sheen of sweat, eyes hazy, and mind entirely numb.   

Hongjoong didn’t realize he had mauled the demon’s shoulder. It looked like horror, bloody and torn and flesh was bitten off. He didn’t notice the taste of metallic filling his mouth and dripped down his neck and chest.   

The demon didn’t show any signs of pain, even when his back also ran down with open wounds all the way. He cradled Hongjoong’s face and pushed it back to meet his eyes. The angel was boneless and far gone, his head leaning heavily on the demon’s palm.   

“It’s okay little angel, everything is over now.” He murmured soothingly as he thumbed his cheek tenderly.   

Seonghwa picked Hongjoong up, arm around his shoulders and the other underneath his knees. Hongjoong’s big wings slithered behind on the floor limply, leaving a trail of blood as the demon walked them out to the rooftop and the swimming pool of his penthouse.   

He slowly descended in and submerged them underneath the water, blood seeping out of Hongjoong’s feathers to paint the pool red. The sight was both morbid yet fascinating.   

“Beautiful,” Seonghwa murmured against Hongjoong’s temple and pressed a kiss. The angel sighed as the water healed some of his fatigue. He weakly blinked his eyes open, bleary sight clearing to show the demon’s face and the night sky above him.   

“… ‘m I… free?” He slurred as he leaned his head on Seonghwa’s shoulder.   

“You are mine.”  

And how much of that was freedom? The angel couldn’t form a thought as he surrendered himself to the demon’s claim.   

For Hongjoong, the demon’s embrace felt more like a paradise than any place he ever belonged to.  

With all that was left in him, Hongjoong used his last bit of energy to lift his black wing and timidly wrapped it around the demon as his answer.