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Seokjin knew of the devil. He’d spent enough time as an angel above to hear his name whispered through hallways, echoing against the extravagant kingdom of Heaven, as if the mere letters forming his name were enough to taint the golden city. The devil was treated as a hush-hush topic, something to know of but never discuss.
If he hadn’t known better, Seokjin would have thought that simply thinking about him would bring him pain and misfortune, suffering and misery. Hell’s silent ruler that was feared but not seen was never a character he’d dwelled on for too long, until now.
Five beautiful angels. All five lost to sin and temptation. Their virtues had crumbled upon just stepping foot inside the temple resembling a museum of their greatest desires, as if the devil had been waiting inside all these years, just for one taste of fresh meat; an angel before corruption. Seokjin had been entrusted with their lives before and after death, yet he couldn’t even save them, just this once.
Taehyung was the living embodiment of the word stigma. His name was an insult to most, and something vile to others, although he didn’t exactly care. He found it ironic, given that he was once God’s favourite. God’s favourite archangel turned Ruler of Hell, that is.
Although he despised everything about Heaven, he was always drawn to it. He could never figure out why. Was it because it was his birthplace? The home of his creator? Or something else? Despite being all-powerful with anything he could ever want at his feet, Taehyung didn’t know.
Taehyung yearned for an angel, something to feast on. It was in his nature to sin, he needed something to drag into the darkness and accompany himself. The five angels had only been mere bait for the sixth, their eldest and guardian. Taehyung had longed for the man for decades, watching him as he lived his daily life in Heaven. Kim Seokjin was his name, and he adored him deeply.
Observing him was child’s play. Getting his hands on Seokjin was the hard part, but it was fun for the devil. He’d never been so fascinated with a celestial being in this particular way. Was it lust? Or some petty immature desire? He was incapable of love, that he knew. The concept had been foreign to him for centuries.
The first of Seokjin’s angels he’d taken for himself was his youngest, Jungkook. Then Namjoon, Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi. Tempting them was ridiculously easy; no angel could resist their deepest desires, and Taehyung was willing to bet even God Himself had a few unshared ones of his own. Eventually, all that was left was his prey, Seokjin.
Seokjin studied the painting curiously. Titled 'The Fall of the Rebel Angels,' all he could think about upon viewing it were his own precious saints. Had the five of them really fallen to sin? Who— or what could have possibly ruined them in that way?
Behind him he sensed a presence, but before he could turn around, his eyes were covered by two cold hands. He tried to resist, tried to break free, but the hands held him firm. His wings wouldn’t work here, he soon realized.
Seokjin woke up in a dimly lit room, illuminated by one spotlight shining above him and a few candles. He wasn’t restrained or bound, yet he felt no urge to leave. As his eyes adjusted to the inky setting of the space, the darkness of the room welcomed him, which he gladly accepted.
Taehyung sauntered over to him, lazily dropping to his knees and throwing off his coat to reveal his naked back with two scars slit into either side of his spine. He leaned forwards, one hand gripping Seokjin’s shoulder, the other his neck, and whispered into his ear.
“Aren’t you pretty?”
The sudden sound of his baritone voice jolted Seokjin to reality, but he still didn’t move. Taehyung’s hands slid down to the base of his wings as he leaned into the other’s neck and kissed it gently, before pinching his ear and grinning. He straightened up, inching away from the seraph, and ruffled his hair with one hand.
“You’re the devil, aren’t you?” Seokjin spoke, with caution in his voice.
Taehyung scoffed, enthusiasm present in his voice, before he answered the formers question; “Indeed I am, darling. But there’s no need for such formalities. I’m not going to harm you in any way,” he said, grinning sinisterly.
Seokjin’s wings tensed and his breathing heightened. He didn’t know the true extent of the power governed by Hell’s ruler, but he wasn’t willing to take any chances, especially considering what he did know. He knew his eternal life was in dangerous hands right now, but his caution came crashing down at the realization of the truth of what had happened to his angels; what had taken them, twisted them, destroyed them.
“You took them, didn’t you? It was you, right?”
Taehyung grinned, throwing off his jacket completely, large black wings spreading from the slits on his back. He placed his hand on Seokjin’s shoulder, moving it down to his chest, before covering his eyes with the other hand.
“You’re a smart one, aren’t you? I’ve been watching you, Kim Seokjin. And I’ve been wanting you.”
Seokjin shuddered as he felt the devil’s clawed hand toying with his nipple through his thin shirt, and his breath stopped as Taehyung removed his hand and moved it to the base of his right wing, gripping around it.
“I’ve stolen your precious angels, Seokjin. Don’t you want to join them?”
Taehyung tore the wing off.
Seokjin screamed.
It was a horrible, bloodcurdling scream, a shriek that pierced the once-solemn and strangely sensual atmosphere that had occupied the room before. Blood gushed out of his back, the wound stretching from just below his shoulder blade to halfway down his back. Taehyung held up the bloodstained appendage, once pure white and now tainted with crimson blood. He dropped it carelessly to the floor, and forced Seokjin to face him.
Seokjin was a beautiful man, and although Taehyung was well aware that he’d lived a mortal life prior to becoming one of God’s servants, he wouldn’t have been surprised if he was personally sculpted by the divine creator himself. His plush lips quivered as he looked at the devil, and his once-neat pinkish hair was now falling across his soft, terrified eyes.
Seokjin knew of the devil. He’d spent enough time as an angel above to hear his name whispered through hallways, but he had never imagined what he would look like. A younger man with ridiculously sculpted proportions so perfect even angels couldn’t achieve was not on his list of expectations.
“Shouldn’t the devil be ugly?” The sinner had said it for him, before he could even think. “Not necessarily. I am temptation itself, Seokjin. There is no reason for me to conform to feeble standards of what evil should be. My name is Taehyung.”
The idea of the devil having an actual name was also not on Seokjin’s bucket list of ideas for the devil’s identity, but who was he to question anything. His wing had just been ripped off, and Taehyung’s hungry eyes kept flitting back and forth between Seokjin’s eyes and his other wing. Before he could even respond, Taehyung’s lips crashed against his own.
It was gruesome and messy, Taehyung’s sharp teeth nicking and grazing Seokjin’s lips, drawing blood which he lapped up with his forked tongue. Taehyung plunged downwards, planting kisses to his chin, his throat, and eventually his collarbones, before shoving him against the floor to climb on top of him. He never took his eyes off Seokjin’s, his scarlet irises boring into the angel’s brown ones.
Taehyung held his wrists above his head, continuing to kiss and bruise Seokjin’s face and chest area as he drew blood with his teeth. His huge wings unfurled behind him, tainted with sin and black as the night. He brought Seokjin upwards, holding him as if his body were a lifeless doll, continuing to plant kisses all over his mouth as Seokjin shivered under his grip.
Before the seraph could realize what was happening, the devil had grabbed his other wing and torn it clean out of his back, throwing it across the room, blood splattering everywhere as Seokjin writhed in pain and screamed. Taehyung’s eyes were wild with hunger and he began to laugh.
It was a horrible, cruel laugh, like he fed off Seokjin’s suffering itself. His eyes were wide, his pupils dilated, as his grin stretched across his face, showing off his serrated mouth of sharp teeth again. He stood up, crossing his arms against his chest and folding his wings before kicking Seokjin’s shoulder with his foot.
He turned to leave the room, but not before he echoed his final words to his newfound prey.
“I’ll be back tomorrow, with the other five!”