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Unholy.
That is what they are. Unholy in every sense of the word. They kill without mercy, enjoying the torturous screams of their victims. They penetrate the minds of the broken, inflicting them with painful visions and false memories. They enjoy the satanic things in life, for mortals are weak and useless creatures, and that's just what makes them perfect playthings.
The six devils of Hell are the most powerful beings, but they are not powerful enough.
It started with Namjoon, for he is the original. He was created the instance Eve took her first bite of forbidden fruit, and became an intrinsic part of the world the moment the first two humans left God’s garden of Eden. With light there comes darkness, with darkness there comes light. Where God told Eve not to touch the forbidden fruit, Satan slithered in and convinced her that one bite wouldn’t hurt. In Eve’s innocent and wayward bite, birthed a creature made from her dark action. Namjoon was born from unholy and blasphemous actions, and he continues his existence doing his best to uphold the very thing that birthed him.
He was created with imperfections though. There was too much power in his vessel. The full power of the seven deadly sins resided in him, tearing at him slowly. He needed to find someone to share the power with. It couldn’t be anyone though. It needed to be somebody who was ready to be corrupted, who was already full of power.
Jimin.
The human boy who was sold by his parents to the nearest brothel. Who became a sex slave to live. Who was beaten so much that he hated humans with a vengeance.
He was sold into the sex slave industry at a young age. His parents needed the money to live, so their survival was made possible by Jimin’s pretty face. Men and women came to use him, came to abuse him, came to ruin him. For every visitor he got, another ounce of his life and sanity was sucked away by those filthy mortals.
When Namjoon appeared before him with an offer of power and eternal life, he practically threw himself at the devil pleading for it. He wanted freedom. He wanted revenge.
And he got it.
Namjoon slit his palm and offered his blood to Jimin who suckled at the flesh greedily. Half of the power of the seven deadly sins was transferred to Jimin that day as he became the second devil of Hell. Namjoon’s equal in every sense.
Before they returned to Hell, Jimin decided that with the breath of his lips, he shall slay the wicked who brought his mortal life torment. He didn’t want them to die quickly. No that was too easy. Their deaths were slow and painful. Gruesome and bloody.
Jimin, above all things, liked it messy. And the blood decorating the walls after he was done with them certainly was messy.
Once revenge was taken care of, Namjoon brought Jimin to their castle in Hell. The two were enormed with each other. Finally, someone who was a perfect equal. Their days were spent living the life those of Sodom and Gomorrah merely wished to live. Torturing human souls and fucking wherever they see fit. Relishing in the knowledge God nor Angels could come to smite them and the sinful life they lead.
But the power still tore at them from the inside. They needed another to share their blood with, another corrupted soul.
This corrupted soul came in the form of a human called Hoseok. He had so much potential, but he was only a child. A child who was pure and from a good family who loved him very much. He was the light of their life. A perfect child in every sense of the word.
So they had to medle.
They visited his bed at night and gave him part of their blood. Only a few drops, so that he would always be curious about the taste. The curiosity would slowly chip away at his resolve until it drove him insane with the lust for more power. It would slowly corrupt him from the inside until he was ready.
By age 24 he was a respectful member of their village. The sunshine and joy of everyone’s lives. But his soul was corrupted beyond repair. The devil blood coursing in him was driving him insane with want. At night when he was all alone, he wished for it to stop. He wished to quench his thirst. Namjoon and Jimin answered his calls.
All they had to do was whisper a few words into his ear, and they had him wrapped around their fingers. Because every person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. Then, after desire is conceived it gives birth to sin, sin Hoseok fell all too easily into. At night, he lapped up the blood from their necks until he passed out from the pleasure. His soul completely corrupted at the core.
The town went into chaos after their sunshine went missing. They frantically looked high and low for Hoseok, but he was nowhere to be found. Until eventually he came back, completely different than before.
“You’re not our sunshine! Who are you?” The towns people screamed at the third devil in disgust. His lovers stood off to the side and watched in amusement over the blind hatred.
“I’m not your sunshine anymore,” Hoseok cackled from the center of the town surrounded by the people. “I’m theirs,” he finished while gesturing to his loves.
Hatred over what he was turned into rage and the first spear was tossed, implanting itself into Hoseok’s chest. Namjoon and Jimin chuckled off to the side as they watched an evil smile make its way onto Hoseok’s face as he slowly withdrew the spear, his blood flowing from the gash.
“I suppose I should return this.”
It was a massacre. They didn’t even stand a chance against the devil. He killed without remorse and with a smile on his face too. Namjoon and Jimin watched with fondness as Hoseok discovered just how powerful he could be.
Years passed and the three lived in harmony in Hell, and yet, it still wasn’t enough. The evil and power coursing through the three of them still greedily untamable.
“We can’t control this power with the just the three of us,” Hoseok grumbled from his throne. Purple and and black designs covered every surface. His hand rested under his chin and he pouted while looking down into the glass flooring that showed the black sea of tormented souls flowing past.
Jimin huffed from beside him on his blood orange and black throne. The orange flowed through the throne like blood flowing through a body. His back is leaned up against one arm rest while his legs dangled off the other one. “I agree. We have so much power in us, but it’s slowly destroying us as well. We need others to give in too, but we can’t just choose anybody.”
Namjoon sighed while leaning back on his throne in the center of the room, the most important position. His was fully black without a hint of color to most of it. The only color was on the inverted cross that stands at the top of the seat, dark red blood slowly dripping off it.
“I found both of you didn’t I? We will find the others. I fear we will not be fully sated until we have seven devils, for there are seven deadly sins residing in us.”
Namjoon heard Jimin whine from his seat. “That’s four more we still need to find! It’s not like we can go corrupt a random human. They need to be perfect! It took us 300 years to find Hoseok! It is going to take us thousands of years to find the other four!”
He beckoned the two over. Namjoon could tell their anxieties were rising. Both crawled onto his lap and sat on either side of him, snuggling closer into his neck. Jimin started leaving kisses along his neck, sucking harder in some spots, while Hoseok kitten licked at Namjoon’s neck vein.
“Hush my loves. The power will never overthrow us. Everytime we discover a new devil and share our blood, the burn from the seven deadly sins weakens, but we are still as powerful as before. We will find the last four eventually. When that happens, we will be the most perfect beings in the whole universe. Unkillable and all powerful. Not even that wretched god can defeat us.”
Jimin and Hoseok both hissed at the name. “Never say that name again. The mere mention of the false god makes my blood boil,” Jimin seethed out.
Namjoon ran a comforting hand over his back. “He can’t do anything to us love. He has no power anymore, for he gave it all away when he created humans. None of his angels can even touch Hell. This is our domain,” He explained while leaning and giving a kiss to Hoseok’s forehead. “And besides, he doesn’t actually want us to fail. Not everyone can make it into Heaven. He wants us to continue corrupting people into Hell.”
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They knew it was him. They knew he was their fourth devil after instead of them tricking him, he tricked them.
Seokjin.
He looked so innocent. Just like Hoseok, he too was loved by everyone in his small village. His beauty was so ethereal and pure. An angel in a human vessel they called him. There was no one on the earth as pure as him.
The three thought they would have to work at him for awhile until he finally succumbed to their advances, so they devised a plan. A plan to trap him, so they could show him the powers he too could possess if he became one of them.
Hoseok pretended to cry by the side of the path as the fourth potential devil passed by. Seokjin appeared as a friend, offered kind and helpful words. He even offered to take Hoseok back to his home to comfort him. To let him heal and rest.
Hoseok thought he was going to have a hard time converting him to the dark ways. He thought he would have to show him the dark power of the deadly sins, the power that Seokjin could possess as well. A power that no one would dare resist, the fall into temptation sweet and quick if it meant being able to claim power greater than god himself
He was wrong.
The minute they stepped into Seokjin’s home, he changed instantly. His soul had clearly been corrupted to the core years ago. An outcome no one expected to see. Seokjin corned Hoseok against the wall and laid those dangerous eyes upon him. Eyes that were so deceiving, anyone could fall under their spell.
“What’s a devious being like you doing here in this small village?” Seokjin questioned with a voice so irresistibly sultry, enticing Hoseok to spill all of his secrets.
And he did.
By the time Jimin and Namjoon found the duo, Hoseok was in a blissful haze as he was tied to the bed posts, his blood covering the satin sheets as Seokjin sucked at his cock hungrily, blood smeared all over his mouth and face.
The two joined them shortly after, and the fourth devil was found.
It took several more centuries for the fifth devil, Taehyung, to appear. He slipped under their radar for several years before they sensed his power.
The four were laying in their bed, a pleasure haze flowing through their bodies when all of a sudden they felt the biggest spike in power surge through the air. It shook the castle walls and artifacts toppled over from the force.
The four jumped up with alarmed looks spreading across their faces. “It has to be the fifth, but something must be happening to him. We must hurry now,” Namjoon explained while grabbing his robes. With a swish of his hand a black smoke wall appeared before them and the four crossed over into the mortal realm.
What they found horrified them.
There, tied to a stone table in the center of a dark room, was their fifth devil. Satanic symbols were carved into his body and blood flowed from them. Hooded humans were chanting latin around him as they offered him up to some imaginary god so they would be spared from any curse.
Rage filled their veins as they watched their fellow precious devil thrash in pain and scream in agony.
Jimin lurched forward and ripped the heart from the closest human, causing the others to panic in fear. “This was a sacrifice for you my kings! An offering to please you!” The humans screamed while trying to run.
The mortals were slaughtered where they stood. Blood seeping into the cobblestone and Jimin personally saw to it that their hearts were ripped from their bodies in the most brutal way, the screams and pleas for mercy filled him with happiness as he ignored their calls of mercy.
Seokjin rushed over to the man tied to the table and released him from his bonds, hugging him to his chest and offering some of his blood to heal parts of his wounds. Taehyung suckled at the blood greedily while groaning from pain.
Once he was able to stand, they lead the boy back to their castle and fed him their blood, healing him from the remaining injuries until he was as strong as them. Until he was their equal.
And thus, the fifth devil was born.
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“Two more to be found my love,” Seokjin muttered against Namjoon’s lips as he sunk down on his cock. Jimin was on all fours from beside them as Hoseok thrusted into his tight hole and Taehyung filled his mouth.
The two smirked at the scene before they continued, Seokjin sinking down right when Namjoon would thrust upwards. The pleasure was blinding. Low grunts and whines could be heard all across the room as the temperature slowly increased.
“Fuck Jimin,” Hoseok groaned as he started thrusting faster into Jimin’s mouth. “You like being our cock slut huh?”
Jimin only gagged in response, tears streaming from his eyes as Hoseok sped up and thrusted brutally into him.
“Oh so you whine when Hoseok calls you a slut, but glare at me when I do?” Taehyung questioned with a groan as his hips snapped forward, face fucking Jimin’s mouth. Jimin glared up at Taehyung and bit down gently on his cock, showing him who really has control in this situation.
Hoseok chuckled and leaned forward, kissing Taehyung hungrily on the lips. “It’s a sensitive subject Tae, only Namjoon and I can call him that.”
Namjoon reached over and brushed the hair off of Jimin’s face, his cock still seated fully in Seokjin. “Only two more my loves.”
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Yoongi was the trickiest for them to corrupt.
Only because he didn’t believe in any higher beings. All five of them tried to corrupt him in some way, but he didn’t believe they were devils. No matter how hard they tried to convince him, he wouldn’t believe them.
So they had to show him their true powers. The terrifying aspects of their true powers.
They made him see the evils of the world. They plagued his sight with visions worse than nightmares. Forced him to see the tormented souls of hell, walking amongst the living with blood chilling screeches of pain. They twisted the light of the world, the good and the just to prove to the young mortal that his denial was in vein, that to embrace the idea of higher beings, to embrace them, would bring him far greater pleasure and peace then that of the kingdom of heaven. They worried that showing Yoongi the full extent of their power, even though they would rather not until Yoongi accepted them would frighten the human.
However, instead of becoming terrified, he became intrigued. The visions and nightmares didn’t scare him. They fascinated him.
Once the idea was planted in his mind, it was only a matter of time before he succumbed to their advances.
They couldn’t overwhelm him, so they started off slow. Giving their blood to him every meal instead of overwhelming all at once. They could feed the man their blood all they want, but only if he accepted the hunger and power would it start to change him.
And change him it did.
He became power hungry, destroying everything in his path. The mortals blamed it on natural disasters, on an evolving world and global warming. But the five devils watched over their creation with fondness and desire until he finally settled down and sat upon his red and black throne for the first time. Flames danced all around him as the power radiated off of him.
“We like watching you Yoongi. So let us watch you take Jimin in every way until we join in on the fun,” Namjoon called out from his throne as Yoongi and Jimin were laying in the middle of the throne room. Yoongi had his hands on either side of Jimin’s slim waist as he thrusted into him hard. The other four devils watched with lust filled eyes as they slowly jerked themselves off at the sight. Their cocks throbbed at the lewd scene in front of them. Jimin’s moans bounced off the walls as Yoongi continued pounding in him relentlessly.
“One more,” Namjoon whispered out in pure pleasure.
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“I’m growing restless Namjoon,” Taehyung calls out from where he is snuggled up against Seokjin. “It’s been 700 years since we found Yoongi. I’m growing impatient. I want to find the seventh.”
Namjoon glances over to the five of them from his throne. They all chose not to sit in their respective thrones for the day, and instead they lounge across the many couches scattered across the room, that are big enough for several people. “How do you think I feel love? I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”
Seokjin gives Taehyung’s head a loving stroke. “We will find the seventh soon my love.”
“I sure hope so.”
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The surge of power rips Namjoon from his sleep, startling the others as they are all cuddling in a ball as they slumber. He quickly lifts Yoongi’s head off his waist as he springs up and rushes to the opposite end of the room. He slits his palm quickly and drips the blood into the giant bowl, turning the water red. A vision starts to appear by the time the other five make their way over to look at the water. A gasp makes its way through the group as they stare at the image in front of them.
A baby boy is being placed in a crib. The boy fusses, but the nun shushes him as she walks away and leaves the room.
“The seventh,” Namjoon whispers in awe. This is the most beautiful baby he has ever laid eyes on.
Hoseok reaches forward and strokes the water lovingly, creating slight ripples. “He’s beautiful. I want him now.”
Yoongi clicks his tongue. “We can’t take him now my love. We must wait until he is ready to be corrupted. Until his soul is begging to be destroyed.”
Namjoon nods his head in agreement, but doesn’t take his eyes away from the boy. “Yoongi is right. We will protect this boy until he is ready. He will follow the same path Hoseok did before he became ours.”
A hand makes its way around Namjoon’s waist and Taehyung hugs him from behind. “Feed him small drops of our blood for now?” Taehyung questions.
“Exactly,” Namjoon agrees with a nod. “We will give him each a drop of our blood so that it slowly corrupts him from the inside, but in order for him to become the seventh devil, he has to be fully anointed with our blood when he is ready.”
“Let’s pay our baby a visit shall we?”
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“There are a million crosses in this room alone and I have the need to set them all on fire,” Yoongi grumbles as they enter the church. It’s well into the evening so nobody will awake to see six very unholy creatures walk into this holy place.
“Out of all the fucking places, it had to be a church didn’t it?” Hoseok questions with a sigh. The others groan in agreement.
“The nursery should be in the back,” Namjoon explains as they make their way through the pews, passing by the alter at the front, and heading through a back door quietly. The hallway is small and dark as they continue walking through.
Soft babbles can be heard from the room at the end of the hall, a sign saying nursery on the outside.
Jimin pushes past Namjoon in a haste to get inside. “Move! I want to cuddle him first!”
The others chuckle as they enter the room, but all sound stops as they lay their eyes on the crib. As there rests the beautiful baby boy from earlier. His eyes are dark brown and his cheeks are chubby. His dark hair frames his cute face.
The six of them stop in their tracks at the sight of the baby sitting up, babbling at them with a toothless smile.
“He is so adorable I could just eat him up!” Taehyung squeals while rushing forward. The baby makes grabby hands at Taehyung as he scoops him up and hugs him to his chest. The other five crowd around.
Namjoon reaches out with a hand and strokes the baby’s cheek. “He is so soft,” he whispers out in awe, transfixed by the adorable face of their last devil. Their salvation.
“What’s his name?” Seokjin questions while looking back at the crib, hoping to find a name plate hanging somewhere. Sure enough, hanging on the side, the sign says “Jeongguk”.
“Jeongguk! What a cute name,” Seokjin coos while reaching forward and stealing him from Taehyung. Jeongguk giggles and reaches forward to poke at Seokjin’s face. A collective “aww” passes around the group.
Jimin moves forward and brings his face close to the baby’s. “I’m already in love with those eyes of yours Jeongguk. Why are you so adorable?”
Jeongguk babbles back to Jimin and lurches forward to place a sloppy kiss on Jimin’s nose. They all let out laughs as Jimin whips the slobber away with a smile.
“He likes you Jimin,” Yoongi laughs while taking the baby in his arms. Jeongguk looks up at him with his big brown eyes and leans forward to snuggle into Yoongi’s broad chest.
If anyone passes by, no one would be able to tell that these people are the unholy devils of Hell. They look like regular guys transfixed by a baby.
“I know we aren’t supposed to have favorites and to love each other equally, but he is officially my favorite over all of you,” Hoseok coos while sneaking forward and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Jeongguk giggles and squirms in Yoongi’s hold.
“Same,” Namjoon agrees with a smile while watching the scene. He reaches forward and takes Jeongguk from Yoongi’s hold. “Let’s actually do what we came here for my loves,” Namjoon explains to the group while he snuggles Jeongguk close to his chest in one arm. With the other arm he reaches out and lets Seokjin nick his palm with a knife, allowing a few drops of blood to bleed through. The others follow suit with giddy smiles on their faces.
“Open up Jeonggukie,” Namjoon whispers while bringing his wrist to the baby’s face. Jeongguk hesitantly leans forward towards the drops of blood before licking at it.
Their blood is sweet and ripe from the power flowing through them so it isn’t hard to get him to suckle at everyone’s wrists. He latches onto their arms at suckles greedily at the sweet substance. Whining for more when it’s all gone.
Taehyung very reluctantly places Jeongguk back in the crib as the baby begins to whine realizing he is being set down. “Shhhh sweet boy. You’ll see us in your dreams. You’ll never truly be alone again,” he whispers in reassurance while placing a kiss upon his forehead.
“If anyone, and I mean anyone, hurts you in anyway, I’m going to make them regret the day they were ever born for all of eternity,” Jimin coos softly while stroking Jeongguk’s head. The words and tone of voice completely contrasting with each other.
The soothing motion of the strokes has Jeongguk’s eyes fluttering shut as he tries to fight off sleep. They all take turns and lean forward to kiss him on the cheek or forehead while Jimin continues to lull him to sleep. The baby blinks up at them a few more times before his eyes eventually close and his mouth parts slightly, letting drool escape.
“He’s tasted the power. He won’t be able to run from it. When his soul is ready, that’s when we will come with the offering of more of our blood to complete the transferring of the deadly sins,” Namjoon explains while they walk out of the nursery back into the hallway.
“But he has to accept us in order for the power to be properly transferred,” Hoseok tacks on while whispering.
“Exactly. And that might not be the easiest thing to do considering he is an orphan being raised by the church of all places. He will try to ignore us for as long as he can, but he will eventually succumb to it,” Namjoon finishes while they walk past the altar yet again.
Jimin reaches out and knocks over one of the crosses childishly and the others roll their eyes at his antics.
“As of right now, we just watch and wait. That’s all we can do,” Yoongi states while pushing open the doors to the church, allowing them to breathe fresh air again.
“And protect! I mean it when I said I would kill any stupid mortal that hurts him in any way,” Jimin gleefully chimes in while waiting for the others to descend the stairs.
With a sweep of his hand, Namjoon creates a black haze that forms in front of them. One by one the devils disappear into it while returning back to Hell. Namjoon glances back at the church one last time.
“Wait for us my love.”