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"Pathetic."

Minho scanned the room that he was in. A really organized one, a picture frame by the side showing a 'happy family', more pretentious photos hanging on the wall.

Of course he wouldn't miss on the fact that he just fucked the life out of a man wearing a gold ring on the finger it was supposed to be.

"I can't believe you're lying to them like this." Minho said as he took one of the pictures on the wall, observing the happy smiles in front of him, he knew that one of them was fake.

He watched as the man continued with his sleep. Minho did what he needed to do.

He placed the condom where it would be seen first if ever his wife came to his room. He also decided to leave a pair of boxers by the bed, because...why not? It would make the fight much more entertaining to watch once his wife learned of the fact that he was cheating, more so with a man.

Another night of messing with humans. Minho always loved it, how easy they would break based on the temptations he'd use them. Money, fame, power, sex...his favorite. It was always the same, giving in without second thoughts and just going in for the dive, earning them a slot down in hell for their souls to rot if not healed.

Minho went back to his demon form, where he's invisible to the human eye, roaming freely around the city, looking for another victim to take.

As he flew by, he could see some of the low ranked demons below, also doing their jobs on spreading the seven deadly sins.

"Oh, you gotta be careful with that." Minho warned as he saw one of the demons being approached by their mortal enemy.

The angels.

He rolled his eyes as he saw the demon perish within the hands of an angel, using a weapon with the blessing of the Angel's blade.

He saw the fighter angel look up to him, and Minho waited for the angel to fly up to him. He was always up for a battle. Hundreds of years living on earth, with him winning against the angels that wanted to take him out, Minho was used to it.

He had always been the target of these heavenly creatures that thought they could take on him. He thought that maybe there was a high reward up there if his head was brought to their ruler, because Minho's one of the high-ranked demons, few of which are blessed with the power to spread all of the sins.

He laughed when he saw that the angel backed away, probably getting too scared to fight him, and Minho understood in a way, the angel was just saving his life, and they have probably heard of how brutal he was with some of the angels. 

There were times where he'd let them live, just for them to serve as a message to the other angels that he wasn't to be messed with. But most of the time, he liked reducing the population of the angels in the area.

Minho got tired of looking for another victim, so he decided to rest on top of one of the buildings, watching his own kind increase more filth in the world. In the distance, he could see a fight between another angel and a demon, he didn't really meddle with those things unless he was the target. If the demon was losing, then it's a bummer, if it was the angel, then he's happy.

Down below he could see the angels in human form. He nicknamed them as the fixer angels, these were the type of angels that would go into areas with a rapid increase of sins, and they'd go fixing the souls of the wrecked, healing them, as what Minho called it, so they could have another shot in heaven.

In the hierarchy, they were at the same level as low-ranked demons. Once in their human form, these angels wouldn't be able to see or distinguish demons. Minho heard that the reason why they didn't have that kind of ability was for them to focus more on the humans rather than the demons, and Minho actually liked that point, they already have their soldier angels to take care of the demons.

Though at times, these angels could be greedy as well, that they try to fight demons, too, but due to their huge gap with soldier angels, most of them would end up being decorations down in hell.

"General."

Minho turned to see one of his trusted subordinates, Hyunjin , behind him, bowing down before standing straight.

"Fancy seeing you here. Is there something wrong?"

"I have a message from Satan."

"Speak."

"He was requesting for you to come back to hell, and said that he'd like to discuss the war he had mentioned to you before."

"Not this again." Minho hopped off the railing, scratching his head as he thought of a response to send back to hell.

"Tell him exactly this: I don't want to meddle with his war against God, and I am not coming back down just yet because he kept sending useless demons up here."

Hyunjin bowed again to him, before disappearing into the night.

It has been going on for quite a while now, with Satan trying to summon Minho back in hell and help him with his revolution that Minho had nothing to gain from.

He had more freedom up in the world of humans, and he was having the best time of his life ruining their lives. One other thing that he loved was that he's the most powerful demon in the land, with no one to question his decisions, no one dictating what he had to do, and no one pestering him about a stupid war.

He looked out in the expanse of the world in front of him, pretty little humans so easy to prey, he wouldn't want to trade this life with any other.

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"How could you do this to me?! I trusted you!!"

"This proves nothing!!"

"How can you say that when there's a fucking used condom at your door?!"

Minho laughed as he revisited the house he was in last night, checking how the couple was doing and as he expected, they were coming for each other's throat, with the man still denying that he cheated on her despite the solid evidence.

It always amazed him how humans would do anything to make others believe their shit. In the demon world, they may be demons creating a filthy world, but they were all honest, if one was being interrogated for a crime, that demon would either tell the truth or someone else would. Sometimes he would tell himself that humans are the real demons, and that wasn't hard to believe.

A certain smell drove Minho's attention away from the couple, a scent of a newcomer in the area. A newly deployed angel.

Stretching up his wings, which were considered to be special among their realm because of its feathers, Minho went on to follow the scent. As for his wings, he knew they were special, because they were gifted to him by Satan himself, changing his boring featherless wings into feathered ones, with a blood red shade.

He followed the scent into an office, no— a counselling room. A therapist?

He looked inside through a window, and there he saw an angel. This angel was a fixer angel, no wonder why he didn't pay attention to Minho lurking outside his window.

He had soft eyes, with round puff cheeks, and his lips formed a heart when he smiled at the couple that walked in his office.

Oh.

So he was here to fix the relationships that Minho had ruined because of lust.

"That's pretty smart for a lowly angel like you."

Minho decided to leave the newbie and set out once again. He didn't care if there were a hundred new angels in their location. 

To him, they were all the same, trying too hard with their jobs, trying to impress their God. Minho could even name so many angels that are wolves in sheep's clothing. He had seen numerous angels going against their codes just to have an impression.

"What happened to being described as an all-knowing, big guy?" Minho teased as he looked up at the clouds.

With Minho's experience with angels, he couldn't believe that they were the fallen angels, because he was convinced that angels were just ascended demons, granted a new life, and when they die, they turn into demons and when demons die they turn into angels. Of course that's not how it really worked out in both of the realms, but Minho just couldn't keep that idea out of his head.

As demons use temptations to make humans commit sins, only a few chosen angels would fix them using their...angelic charms. Most of the time he would see angels using manipulation, just for the humans to listen to them and revert to being good people that listens to God's words.

Minho spent the whole afternoon observing the creatures from up high and down under, keeping the world at balance, good and evil, with the humans having no idea that they exist within their space.

As Minho landed back on the ground, with his human form, he decided to take a break. He's been working hard for the past few days with his favorite sin, and he was thinking of going back to the deadliest sin, which was pride. 

As he pondered on his thoughts, he saw the new angel walking in front of him.

Foul. That was how Minho described the atmosphere surrounding him. He always hated when he's near angels because he never liked the aura that they'd spew out, even in human form.

He saw him enter a cafe, and since Minho was somehow interested in the newcomer, he followed him, wanting to play a game with him.

He would always wonder why demons were given the ability to see angels while some angels couldn't do it. One more thing that Minho had against their so-called God. If they really wanted angels to reign on the land, they should've been more powerful than the devils.

He fell in line just behind the angel, the proximity almost making him vomit, not to mention the things he ordered were too sweet it made Minho's teeth ache just by the mention of it.

Minho ordered next, going for his usual iced Americano, one of the humanly things he actually enjoyed.

"That'll be 6,000 won."

"Okay, let me just—oh. Oh no. Where is that…"

From his side vision, he could see the unnamed angel looking in his direction, with a worried face as some of the people behind Minho began complaining that he was holding up the line.

"I'm really sorry, can I just cancel m—"

"Here's the payment for his order." Jisung put the bills in front of the server, smiling at Minho as he sat back down at his table.

Expected.

Minho grabbed his coffee and walked towards Jisung, keeping his act still.

"Hey, thank you so much! Mind if I sit with you?"

"No! Not at all. Please take a seat."

"Thanks for saving my ass out there. I must've dropped my wallet somewhere."

Minho took a seat in front of the smiling boy, a prey, and reached out for his hand.

"I'm Minho, by the way. Are you new here?" It was expected that he'd say his human name.

"Jisung! Han Jisung, and yes, I just moved in today. I had my office set up yesterday and now I'm here." Jisung took his hand and shook it, with Minho forcing a smile as he took his hand back, and wiped it on his pants.

"Office? Are you a lawyer?"

"I'm a therapist. I specialize mostly in couples, but anything goes."

Jisung handed Minho a business card. Wow, this angel isn't playing.

"I guess I'm gonna have to visit this when I need someone to talk to, and of course to pay you back."

"No! You don't have to pay me for that coffee, it's fine. But do feel free to visit me anytime. I'd love to help out."

There it was again, the heart shaped smile that icked Minho. He didn't know why it was annoying him. Was it the fact that it was an angel smiling at him and he believed that it was all just a front, that's how they usually do it. That's how they make humans trust them, and then they get into their brains, but Minho still returned the gesture as he shoved the card in his pocket.

"That's very nice of you. If we ever meet again and you need a tour of the place, just let me know. I know all the ways around here, even the alleyways."

"Oh, really? That's nice! I'm really not good with directions. I'll keep that in mind."

Minho finally got up, grabbing his coffee with him. "I'd really like to stay for a conversation, but I have somewhere to be. Welcome to the city, Jisung!"

He bid him goodbye, with Jisung waving cheerfully at him.

As soon as he was out of his sight, Minho took the card out of his pocket, crumpled it and tossed it in the trash. He looked at the coffee that he had in his hand, and without giving it any second thoughts, the coffee went down with the card as well.

As he walked down the street, observing the people around him, one person kept taking glances at him. A woman, probably in her mid-20s. Minho was familiar with it all too well. He said he didn't want to work today, but seeing how this woman had a ring in her hand as well, Minho might just have to take a break some other day.

Maybe he'd love to see this woman and his partner trying to fix their marriage at Jisung's office.

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Minho was taking in the good view of a fair day on one of the buildings' rooftops. He had just finished checking in some of the new demons that were placed in the area, and honestly he didn't really expect much from them, except that they'd be just another target for the strong angels in no time.

"General."

"Seungmin!" Minho would recognize that voice anywhere. He turned to see that he was right, it was Seungmin, one of his trusted demons as well that he so loved and hated at the same time because of his cunningness.

"Did you have something to report to me?"

"I just came here to deliver what Hyunjin wanted to say. He's currently busy so he couldn't go up."

"If it's about Satan asking for me, I'm not interested."

"No, he has orders for you."

"Orders?" Minho crossed his arms as he leaned on the railings, "He had not given me those in such a long time. Is it important?"

"He's asking you to wipe out the angel's population in your location. He said that they're increasing at an alarming rate and he's worried you're gonna get overpowered."

"Overpowered? He can go fuck himself for that. Is that all?"

"That would be all of Hyunjin's message."

"And what about your message? Anything worthy of reporting from Satan's lair?"

Seungmin shook his head. "They may be working in secret, but right now, I don't think they have any plans on starting a war."

"Okay, that's good. You are dismissed."

Minho faced the towering buildings again as Seungmin went back to hell.

He knew all about it, the sudden increase with the angels, and the tension down below.

"Satan…"

The king of hell had been convincing him to join his movement, invading the heavens and taking over the world, but Minho was never interested in it.

If darkness were to reign in the whole land, where's the fun in that? The reason why he's been staying on Earth for such a long time was the constant battle between the angels and the demons trying to take human souls. If Satan wins the battle, that would mean the whole society would turn evil, and Minho was convinced that it would be a boring life.

He lived for the challenges that these angels give him, and how he would return those challenges back.

The only thing that he agreed with, was the wiping out of the angels. He didn't want to eradicate all of them, but eliminating a few would be fun.

Maybe he's going to start with the therapist.

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Three angels in one day, Minho was on a roll. In his defense, these were the soldiers that tried taking him down, thinking that they could defeat Minho if they attacked him with threes. 

Well, they couldn't, and they perished with brutality, not really a way to go for such pure creatures.

He decided to take a break from it, going into one of the wildest clubs in the city.

In this place, he didn't even need to do anything, the sins keep on coming even without him lifting a finger. And it's not even the alcoholics or the people just wanting to unwind, no. It's the perverts, the cheaters, the thieves, and all of the crime you could name. He might see a dead body by the bathroom stall and he wouldn't be surprised.

What shocked him was to see Jisung by the corner. He wasn't dancing nor drinking. He was just standing there.

"Jisung?"

"Oh! Minho! Fancy seeing you here!"

"Yeah, what are you doing here? Do you want a drink?"

Jisung immediately refused the offer, to which Minho already expected.

"Thanks, but I don't drink. I just wanted to check the place. Someone came to me saying that his husband's always here, and I'm trying to figure out why."

"Why? Jisung, take a good look around! There are so many gorgeous men and women here! Dancing, chilling, it's the perfect place to unwind!"

"Yeah, but this is just one night of happiness. And these people, they usually forget tonight and move on with their lives tomorrow. Nothing from here can equate to the love that he has at home, a family…."

Minho stopped listening half way as he took a sip of his drink, ignoring Jisung's words as he felt like he became the subject of a session that he didn't even agree on.

"....he should tell his wife. You know?"

"Yeah, yeah. True. But you'd look like a total idiot if you stand like that in a corner. You should at least join."

"Oh, I think I've seen enough. I was about to go out anyway."

Typical.

"Alright, suit yourself."

Minho would've loved to commend Jisung with his research. If their jobs pay real money, he would've been promoted to a higher salary at this moment. Sad thing is that he'd be stuck in that position forever unless he works like his other demon angel friends.

Minho was about to grab another drink when he saw a demon following Jisung to the exit.

He quickly trailed behind, annoyed that he had to pause his drinking for a lowly devil chasing an angel.

Minho would've let the demon have his way, but for other reasons, he would not let him take Jisung. He was his prey.

He caught on the demon as fast as he could, yanking him by the collar, making him see his glowing red eyes.

"I'm pretty sure you know who I am."

"Y-yes! General!" The demon tried as much to bow to Minho.

"Why are you chasing that angel?"

"Satan's orders, General. They said to clear all angels except for the strong ones."

"You go back to hell and you tell Satan not to mess with my turf. You understand? My demons and I will take care of everything here."

"Y-yes, General!"

The demon vanished from Minho's sight, but he could still see the small figure of Jisung disappearing into the night, without any idea what was happening behind him.

Poor angel, Minho thought.

He'd have to kill him once he's done playing with Jisung.

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"You summoned me because of this? Really?"

"Come on, Changbin. You have nothing else to do back there."

"I'm not doing it!"

Their loud voices echoed on the streets, making dogs bark at them, cats running away from them, and the other demons staying away from them as they walked on the sidewalk.

"It's been a millennia since I asked you for a favor. Come on pal. Just this once."

"You and your obsession with playing with angels. I heard that Satan ordered you to kill them."

"When did I ever listen to him? If he wants me to obey him then I'd like a visit here."

Changbin scratched his head as he looked at the crumpled card Minho handed him. Not only was it badly wrinkled, it also smelled horrible.

"Why can't you just kill him?"

"He will serve as a message to their headquarters not to mess with my area. He will be the beginning of my cleanse."

"And you want to be dramatic about it?"

Minho turned to his demon friend, putting an arm around him as he smiled, "A grand surprise is always needed, Changbin."

Minho checked the schedule that Changbin handed him after a week of stalking Jisung. To him, they were all boring stuff, and he wondered how these angels actually got to have fun.

But he was on a mission, and that was to show the heavens not to bombard his area with angels that he could easily kill in one swoop.

Even if he didn't really need to go to the park at 7am, he had to, he could act to 'accidentally' bump at his prey while he starts his day with a boring morning jog that Minho wouldn't prefer over a morning sex with a married person.

"Jisung! Nice to see you here!"

"Oh! Minho!" Jisung already had his smile ready as he jogged towards Minho.

"I didn't take you for an early bird type of person."

Because I'm not. "No, I woke up early because there were some construction works going on and I decided to go to the park to have a little peace, you know?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. Do you want to grab coffee with me?"

"I'd love to."

Minho glared at the demons who were giving him questionable looks as he passed by, being friendly with an angel was never really a good way to see them.

Of course, he would expect nothing from the subordinate spirits. They exist as bait for angels. Minho wouldn't be surprised if one day he finds out that they don't have any brains because they act like it.

What he was worried about was for the warrior angels to spot them and pull Jisung away from him.

Luckily, they were nowhere to be found, and Minho carried on with his plan. 

"I'm gonna pay for today's drinks. I have my wallet now."

"Thank you! That's so nice of you. I'll have a latte."

Minho went on to order their drinks. This time, he took a sip of his coffee, not wanting to waste the money that he stole from someone.

"So, you got any plans for today?" Minho asked, handing the coffee to Jisung as he took a seat across from him.

"Just one session. And I have the rest of the day off."

Minho wondered how Jisung's sessions went. Did they give him actual advice like a licensed therapist or did he just tell them to go to church and be closer to God? If that was the case, Minho would actually consider him to be more evil. Did he even have a license to begin with? He has too little care to actually ask.

"That's awesome. What are your plans?"

"I don't know. I'm planning to explore the city some more. Maybe get familiarized with everything."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

Minho hated how Jisung's eyes lightened up with the suggestion. How he despised the glow that he would see in them whenever they're happy.

"You'd do that? Really?"

"I really have nothing better to do today so if you want some company…"

"Yes! Please, I'd love that. Thank you so much!"

By the time they were done chatting and planning where they'd meet after Jisung's session, Minho was starting to see the appeal of Changbin's complaints about him being too dramatic. Maybe he should've killed Jisung when he had the chance.

Now he had to take him around the city, and probably force him to listen to good words the whole day, he would feel like a kid forced to take Sunday lessons.

"You should've listened to me, Minho."

"I feel like I'm dying."

Minho laid on the cold cement floor of the rooftop, his eyes trained to the skies above, questioning his decisions in life as he spent the whole day with Jisung, only to listen to him spew out positivity the whole time they were together that Minho felt like the evil in him was getting sucked out.

"Then just kill him! Satan's going to be so mad at you once he finds out about this."

"The more reason why I can't kill him. Satan can be mad at me however he wants."

"Whatever, I'm going back to hell."

"See ya."

Minho was finally alone. Nothing but the wind accompanied him up to where he was. 

"Just a little longer….our purge will begin."

Despite the discouragements he felt on the day he spent with Jisung, Minho still pushed through with his plan. He wanted it to work. He was determined to make it work.

Their meetings became more frequent. Minho followed Changbin's observations to choose the time where it wouldn't look all that suspicious to be spending time at the same place. He didn't expect Jisung to suspect anything. Most of his kind were like that.

They trust too easily, that's why most of the time they're the ones found dead in a ditch, and Jisung was about to join them as well.

It was all too perfect, because Minho's an impatient demon, while Jisung was quick to find the beauty in people, trusting them quickly by just a few good deeds shown to him.

Minho set his final plan afoot, looking for a time where Jisung would be out in the open with no one to see him. According to Changbin's schedule, he didn't use his angel form for the whole time he was being observed, and Minho held on to that detail. Even if Jisung were to battle in his angel form, Minho would still win, but the demon wanted to have the element of surprise, betrayal, and fear to be seen in Jisung's eyes once he revealed that he's a demon.

There was only one time slot that actually fitted Minho's plan, and that's the time Jisung would take out the trash from his apartment.

"A dumpster fight? Huh. Good enough."

Minho set on with his hunt, flapping his wings as he searched for Jisung's place. He landed on a tree, lurking, waiting for Jisung to come out with whatever garbage he had to throw away.

Not even five minutes later, Jisung appeared, and Minho transformed back into his human form, climbing off the tree as he called Jisung's name.

"Minho? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to talk to you."

"About what?" Jisung questioned, tossing his trash on the dumpster before wiping it with a towel on his waist.

"I'm gonna get to the point. I know you're an angel.*

Minho could almost laugh at how surprised Jisung was, looking back at him, frozen in place, with his hands on his mouth.

"H-how did you know?"

"Because I'm not human either."

"You're not? Then what are you?"

Minho walked towards Jisung, placing both of his hands on his shoulders. "Trust me on this. You have to show me your angel form before I could show you mine. Can you do that for me?"

He could see the hesitation in Jisung's eyes, before he came up with a decision.

"Okay, I trust you."

Jisung stepped away for a bit, breathing deeply before Minho was blinded with the light that emitted from his body, wings of blue feathers coming out of his back. As his feet landed back on the ground with his wings folded behind him, Minho knew that it was time to finish his plan.

He didn't say anything as he let his wings out as well, along with his tail, horns coming out of his head and his facial features becoming more sinister as he grew in size, which was really enjoyable given that his human form wasn't that tall.

"You're…"

"A demon." Minho finished Jisung's sentence.

"And I'm here to kill you. But I'd let you make the first move, don't worry. I'll make it fair."

Minho floated on the ground, with his wings flapping slowly, waiting for Jisung to make a move.

Most of the time, the angels would either fly away from Minho or fight him as soon as they got the chance, but Jisung was different.

He slowly walked towards Minho, grabbing his long fingers and holding it with his hands before smiling and looking up to him.

"If you plan on killing me tonight, please do so, but I will not fight you because you're my friend."

Friend?

"I'm no angel's friend. I'm a fucking demon." Minho pulled his finger away from Jisung's hold, pointing a sharp nail on his neck. "Don't fucking mess with me Jisung. All of you are the same. You can drop the act now."

"But you really are a friend to me, so why would I fight you?" Jisung pulled Minho's finger away from his neck and into his chest. "Demons are fallen angels aren't they? So in a sense, we share something in common."

Minho dug his nail deep into Jisung's clothes, piercing a bit of his skin, which definitely wouldn't be able to kill an angel, but just enough to hurt him.

"We are nothing like you. And we don't ever want to be like you."

"That won't change the fact that you're still my friend."

How he hated him when he smiled. That smile. The heart shaped smile that he despised so much for so many reasons. 

He hated it. He loathed it.

He disliked the fact that it was the reason for him not to kill Jisung, it was the reason for him to fly away instead of taking the opportunity to make his plan a success.

How he hated it.

Because that smile made him realize that Jisung wasn't just any other angel.

He's the angel.

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Chapter Text

"You didn't kill him?!"

"I just told you, Changbin, you don't have to remind me."

Minho hasn't been out of the apartment he lived in ever since last night.

What happened still took a toll on him, in a really bad way.

He was supposed to kill Jisung, without mercy, without thoughts. But here he was, thinking why he didn't.

"He didn't even try to fight me. He just...reached out to me."

"You literally just wasted a week of my time following him and then ended up being a coward in the end."

"I am not a coward."

"Then you're an idiot."

If it was a normal day, Minho would've whipped Changbin's ass back to hell, but now he only let him.

Maybe he was.

Maybe he was stupid enough to reveal himself and threaten an angel that could report him to the others, and then not kill him on the spot. Maybe he was an idiot for letting his chance go, ruining his plans completely just because Jisung acted differently with the other angels he had killed before.

Maybe he wasn't thinking straight when he backed away from the fight, just because Jisung felt so pure that it hurt.

He was the true definition of an angel. And Minho didn't like it. He wanted him to be pretentious, he wanted him to be desperate for God's validation, he wanted him to be like the others he had encountered, but he wasn't.

He was far from it.

"Where are you going?" Changbin asked when Minho finally got up, stretching up his arms before opening his wings up, occupying most of the space in the room.

"I'm going to make up for what I let go last night."

One, two, three….Minho lost count with how many of the warrior angels he had fought that day. He was mad, not at them, but to himself. But he needed an outlet and sadly, they were his best choice. Some of them managed to escape, but most of them met their untimely death in Minho's hands.

It was like hitting two birds with one stone. Him killing plenty meant that it would reach both extremes, but mostly he wanted Satan to know that he was doing his orders in a way. Also, his area wouldn't be such a meeting place for angels in the meantime.

As he went on for his last kill of the day, he felt a lot better, almost forgetting the regrets that he had last night.

He went roaming around the city once again, flying above the buildings, watching the humans curse at each other in traffic, the demons lurking in alleyways, and the angels almost nonexistent in his vision, probably in hiding because of what he did that day.

He was satisfied, but not fully as he went back to his apartment.

The silent night made him wonder once again what came to him when he backed away from Jisung. He wasn't even fighting, but Minho ran away.

He almost had him.

But he didn't know why his brain made him go.

He was starting to believe that maybe Jisung was right.

They were fallen angels.

Did Minho still have a little bit of that trait in him?

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"Humans are so disgusting."

Minho said as he removed the hickeys from his neck. Last night was a wild ride as he messed around with a married man who hadn't had sex for months that he was all over Minho, the demon had to stop himself from impaling him with his tail.

As soon as the mark was out, he went out like he usually did, roaming around the city either with his human or demon form.

This day he decided to be in his demon form.

He didn't have any problem with humans seeing him, because they couldn't, unless Minho uses his way to make them see. Usually if he was in the mood to mess with them some more, he'd do it for the scare. Tail swaying as he walked with the humans, it was always fun to observe the auras that they let out. Going from light to dark, you know who'd been the good and the bad children, who had been hanging out with the demons and the angels.

"Hey!"

Minho quickly turned his head as he heard a familiar voice calling him from a distance.

He then ignored it and went back to walking with the humans.

"Don't ignore me like that. Wait up!"

"Get lost."

"Do you want to go to the cafe with me?"

Minho was annoyed. He flapped his wings and forcefully dragged the angel high up in the sky, where no human contact could interfere with them.

He aggressively let go of his arm once they're high enough, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Jisung with a questioning face.

"Are you a dumbass or what?!"

"I just wanted to ask you if you—"

"I tried to kill you for fuck's sake so why are you still approaching me?!"

"Because you spared my life."

Minho never expected in his whole life that he'd actually hear those words from someone. Not even from a demon, but from an angel with blinding blue wings.

"And I can kill you right now if you don't leave me be."

"But you're my friend."

"Yeah, didn't you hear what I did to your other friends?"

Minho could see that Jisung became wary of the question. Of course he'd heard of Minho's angel killing spree. There's no way he'd be ignorant of that.

"I….did."

"Yeah, so if you don't want to end up like them—"

"But you killed them. Not me. You let me go, so I still believe that you're my friend."

"What the fuck is your problem?!"

Minho flew straight at Jisung, grabbing him by the neck and staring at him with his flaring red eyes, veins showing up by the side of his neck showing how mad he was.

"I can fucking kill you right now if you don't stop talking." He growled, tightening his hold on Jisung's small neck, compared to how big his hands were in his demon body.

"You can...but you won't."

Jisung held him by the wrist with both hands, slowly removing his grip from his neck, and Minho, no, his hand complied like a puppy being trained by its owner.

Even he was confused as Jisung completely released himself from Minho's hold.

"I still believe that you're my friend," Jisung said as he rubbed his thumbs on Minho's wide palm, "demons and angels co-exist in this world to do their jobs. We cleanse what you give. Without one existing in this place, wouldn't it be too boring?"

No.

They even had the same viewpoint. Jisung had in his mind what Minho's been trying to tell Satan about the war that he wanted to do against the heavens.

If the angels didn't exist, there would be no challenge for the demons to corrupt the humans, and if demons didn't exist, there's really no need for the angels to roam around Earth since there would be no one to spread temptations.

Minho couldn't speak. He was at a loss for words.

How could this lowly angel have such a wise perception of the realms? And why did it have to agree with what Minho believed in?

"We do our jobs, you do yours, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends. We're like co-workers! And shouldn't we at least try to build a friendship with that?"

Minho couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was he tripping? Was Jisung high? Was he imagining things?

"Are you...out of your mind?" was the only thing Minho could say as he pulled his hand away from Jisung's hold. "Don't you have any friends that you're so desperate to befriend a demon like me?!"

"All the angels here are so serious with their jobs that I can't even hang out with them. But I always see you around, and you're fun to hang out with."

"Fun….you do realize what you're getting yourself into."

"An unconventional friendship?"

"Oh my god." 

Minho had blurted out the phrase that he so hated to say, because of obvious reasons, but humans say it in such a crazy amount everyday that it was impossible to get the phrase out of his head.

"Is that what you think this is? Unconventional friendship? A demon and an angel spending time together? You think it's normal?"

"No, but just because it's not normal doesn't mean that it's not right."

"Oh, fuck me. Why do you always have the right words to say…" Minho murmured under his breath, completely in a loss for words with how Jisung perfectly rebutted every argument he threw.

There wasn't a second that Jisung showed fear towards Minho, and Minho didn't know how to feel about it. He was used to being feared, demons and angels alike, but this one was talking to him in a way that Changbin even couldn't, smiling at him like he was having a good time up in the clouds with Minho, which was probably the case.

"You do know I'm the reason why patients keep coming to you."

"Yeah, you work with lust. And I respect that. It's actually a good thing because not only am I doing my job, but the money they pay me with, I give to charities. Two deeds in one, so I should really be thanking you."

"Next time I'm working with murderers."

Now it was Jisung's turn to laugh at what Minho said, with Minho getting more and more confused by the passing moments.

"You're really funny! But you still haven't answered if you wanted to grab a coffee with me or not."

What the fuck is wrong with this angel?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

That was Minho's next question when he actually found himself sipping on coffee with an angel in front of him, who wouldn't shut up about things.

What he needed wasn't coffee, but booze. Of course he doesn't get drunk from it, but the taste was stronger than coffee and that's what he needed at the moment.

"Yeah, whatever." Minho blurted out in the middle of Jisung's words, completely out of context because he wasn't even listening.

"I'm sorry, was I talking too much?"

"Nope, I'm just not interested."

"Then maybe you should start talking. I'm very curious about you guys, hell and all."

Minho shot a glare in Jisung's direction, raising a brow at him, "Are you sure you're not a defect of some kind? Like something wrong happened when they were creating you?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Jisung, you look for another angel that has the same beliefs as you, I am going to cut my wings off."

"I don't think there is one."

"Exactly."

"But I think demons who let go of angels when they could have killed them is also a pretty rare kind."

"This fucker…"

Jisung smiled at Minho, but not his usual adorable smile, more a teasing smile, like giving Minho a taste of his own medicine. And it tasted bitter.

"Whatever. I've lost the need to kill you anyway. If I'm not the one to take you out, someone else will. And I can't wait for that to happen."

"You're so mean!" Jisung pouted as he took another bite of his cheesecake, munching like an angry hamster.

"I wonder why." Minho snarked, finishing his coffee as soon as he could before standing up and heading for the door. He didn't even acknowledge Jisung waving goodbye at him as he left him there, alone, with his stupid smile while Minho went back to his hunt for the next soul that he's going to corrupt.

He needed some cleansing for himself. He wanted to do all the bad things he could get his hands on.

Who knew hanging out with a one of a kind angel could be exhausting?

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For days, Minho had one important mission in mind: not to make Jisung find him.

It wasn't a pretty hard task to do since Minho had more knowledge of the city, and he went to hide in the places where no angels would dare to go.

His life was much more peaceful without the enthusiastic angel trailing him behind or asking him to get another coffee. Minho was starting to hate the beverage completely.

Other than that, he only had to worry about one other thing that he's been noticing. The number of creatures being added in the area. He didn't know why it was happening, probably because Satan's tired of his shit and disobedience. But he knew that Hyunjin would've said something first before all of this, or Seungmin would've reported it if there was new information in Satan's lair.

There was nothing from them, and Minho was starting to get suspicious of it all.

He didn't know what was happening up there with the big guy, and he had no means to know, so he was more lost with that fact. He had eliminated angels at a speed before, and the result was different. Fewer angels were sent because they didn't want Minho to wipe them out completely, but now the situation is different.

Sooner or later, the number of demons and angels might actually outnumber the humans in his place.

His thoughts were halted as he looked down below from where he was, on top of a five story building, seeing Jisung walking home.

He really was an idiot, Minho thought, because most angels use their true forms at night. That's where most demons are active and go hunting for the weak angels. At least they'd have an advantage because all angels could fly, while low-ranked demons couldn't.

He had earphones on, skipping with a plastic bag in hand, and right behind him was one of Satan's minions.

"Guess, I don't have to worry about you anymore."

He took another sip of the wine bottle he was holding, sighing as he admired the flickering lights of distant buildings. 

The night was alive, but soon his angel friend won't be.

He placed the bottle on the sidewalk as he decided to trail behind the two, wanting to see how the demon would execute what he failed to do before.

Soon, Jisung took a turn in a dark alleyway, humming to a song that was playing on his phone, while the demon readied his sharp nails and demon blades to attack him.

Amateur.

Angels were so much easier to kill when they're humans, because their bodies act like one. They bleed out, and then die a horrible death. Unlike in their angel forms, even if they're the weakest link, they could still heal themselves, the reason why Jisung didn't die from Minho's nail before.

Soon, the demon lunged at Jisung, making both of them fall to the ground, with the plastic bag scattering groceries around.

Of course. Jisung was always human, that's why his body needed the nutrients, he needed sleep and all the things that a human body requires.

Minho watched him struggle, but actually put up a fight. How come he didn't do that when Minho tried to kill him?

Jisung was able to escape the demon, running as fast as he could, but the devil was faster, grabbing him by the leg and dragging him back to where he fell.

Jisung acted too differently than when Minho threatened to end his life, he was fighting, kicking, doing anything to stay away from the demon.

He was crying for help.

He was asking for the demon to spare him.

Why?

At that moment of wondering, Minho sprinted to where they were and grabbed the demon by the neck, carrying him with one hand only, with the demon cowering in fear as soon as he realized who he was facing.

"G-general!"

"Do you want me to behead you right now? He's my prey."

As soon as Minho let go of the demon, he stumbled as he tried to find his footing and disappeared into the darkness.

"Minho!"

Minho looked down to Jisung, who was still lying on the ground.

"Don't be a fool and actually use your powers, you idiot."

Minho was about to walk away when Jisung stopped him by holding his hand.

Minho rolled his eyes, hoisting Jisung up and then wiping his hand on his pants.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! You know this place is infested with demons and we're more powerful than you when you're all bones and flesh but no powers."

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to understand humans more. That's why I try to be in this body for as long as I can."

"Well, you won't be in any body if you keep your stupidity up."

Minho readied his wings when Jisung stopped him again.

"What?!"

"Thanks for saving me."

"I didn't save you. I just said what I said. You're still my prey."

"But I know that you won't kill me."

"You don't know that."

Minho flew away before he could hear Jisung's smart rebuttal again. He wasn't going to deal with that. Not tonight.

It was a good thing that he was a demon that lying's considered to be a good thing, but Minho knew that wasn't all good. 

He really saved Jisung.

An angel.

From a demon.

His own kind.

A traitor.

What has become of him?

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"You know I can hear you, smell you, and even see you, right?"

"You can see me?!"

Jisung hopped out of his hiding place, and here Minho thought he was going to have a peaceful day...soaked under the rain.

"What do you want?"

He watched as Jisung took a seat next to him by the railing, finding his balance before looking at Minho.

"Aren't you cold?"

"Why the fuck would I be?"

"Aren't you used to being warm? Isn't hell like...fire and lava?"

Minho laughed, but Jisung didn't. 

What the fuck?

"What kind of stereotyping angel school fed you that kind of information?! Is your teacher a human?!"

"I don't know, I just felt like it would be like that."

"Hell is so much more than that. Yes, we do have places with fire to torture some of the souls. But hell is just like this world. We are divided in groups, we have a hierarchy, we have castles, we have houses for the common demon spirits... basically we have a lot."

"Wow...do you have seasons there, too?"

"We only have one."

"What is it?"

"Darkness."

Jisung gasped as he listened to Minho explain in detail what hell looks like, and how they do things back there.

Summarizing everything to the angel made Minho miss being down there, if only Satan wouldn't bother him that much if he went back.

"Hell sounds pretty cool!"

"You wanna go down there? I can bring you down there if you want."

"No! I won't be able to come back here if I go down there. I'll be trapped!"

"Exactly. You'll be the perfect plaything for the hellhounds."

"Hey! That's not nice!" Jisung slapped Minho's arm, to which the demon responded with a chortle.

"Fuck you, I'm a demon. I'm far from nice."

"You know what, you're just acting that way because you can't accept the fact that we're friends now...so I have an idea."

Minho kept his eyes up in the sky, welcoming the raindrops falling on his face. He really wasn't interested in any of Jisung's ideas. He was convinced it was something that would only bore him.

"How about we have a competition? You corrupt a soul, and I try to get them back to the light."

He thought wrong.

"I'm listening."

"Well...since we both see auras from each person, we'll know who won. If you win, then you can tell me anything you want me to do, and if I win, I'd do the same thing."

"I'm done listening. It's stupid. You're going to lose."

"Come on, Minho! Okay, let's try it one time. If you don't like to go again it's fine. Just one time! Please~"

Minho hated how cute and at the same time punchable was Jisung's face, the latter because he was really cute and he didn't like it that he found an angel cute.

It really wasn't a stupid idea, it was a pretty fun suggestion. Minho got to keep on fucking up with people, abd Jisung trying his best to heal them.

He knew that if Jisung won, he would probably have to do something really boring like a morning jog or a midnight stroll, but he thought of all the evil possibilities he could have if he won.

Work had never been this interesting for him ever since.

"You got yourself a deal, but you can't back down on anything I want you to do."

"Anything except going down to hell you."

"Then we don't have a deal."

"Minho! Come on!"

In the midst of the downpour that soaked their bodies, Minho found himself actually enjoying the company. For the first time, he was starting to see the appeal why he didn't kill Jisung that night.

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"So, you mean to tell me that you actually have a license? And it's from this world? You didn't forge this?"

"Nope! That's all true. I have a degree and a license. We take things seriously up in heaven you know."

"Well, fuck me, this is actually neat." Minho roamed around Jisung's office, checking the license hanging on the wall. Turned out that he actually had the knowledge to be a therapist, not someone who would convince people to go to church and confess their sins.

"It is pretty neat. I didn't do much angel work when I was studying because I wanted to focus on my lectures."

"As expected from an angel, a very hardworking nerd."

"I'm not a nerd, I'm just studious!"

"Exactly."

Minho scanned the books arranged on the shelves, everything had to do with the human mind and emotions. Jisung even had a picture when he graduated college, holding his graduation cap and all.

Heaven had all these while demons make fake identities to blend in. Quite fitting for their characters anyway.

A knock on the door startled them both, with Minho going in the corner and using his demon figure to be invisible for everyone in the room.

As soon as Jisung opened the door, Minho recognized almost immediately the woman that he had slept with for a couple of times the last few weeks. Together with her was his husband, sadness loomed in his eyes, while his wife's eyes seemed to be annoyed that they had to go to a couple's therapy to save their failing marriage.

What she needs is a good dick, you dingdong.

They took their seats in front of Jisung's desk, and the session began, which was basically composed of the husband claiming that his wife was cheating on him, and the woman denying all the allegations.

Minho could only giggle at how bad the situation was for Jisung. The woman was too far gone, and he knew that if Minho were to appear in front of her right at that moment, she'd bail on her husband.

"Let me ask you, Mr. Song, what made you think that your wife's cheating on you? Why do you think she'd do that?"

Minho was actually surprised with the questions that Jisung started throwing at the couple, finding out the reason why this woman's so obsessed with Minho's dick.

The husband started narrating how he hadn't spent much time with her and that may have affected their relationship.

Tables suddenly turned when Minho saw guilt building up in the eyes of the woman. 

Fuck it, I can't lose now.

The session went on with the two actually talking about their problems, and Minho was starting to get bored. He definitely didn't sign up to listen to these two blabbering about their relationship.

After what Minho felt like an eternity, the session ended, and Jisung said some parting words and scheduled them for the next session, but Minho wasn't interested in that, since they agreed that whatever the result of the first session was, they would go with that.

Minho finally got out of hiding as he approached Jisung, who was stretching up his limbs from sitting too long.

"We saw who the clear winner was. Ready for the punishment?"

"I'm scared. Can we do this some other time?"

"Hahaha. No."

"Just one more!"

"Minho, I can't see properly. My head is spinning."

"You can do it, Jisung! Just one more!"

Minho was having a blast seeing Jisung getting wasted right in front of him.

Despite the couple opening up, Minho still won because the woman would be lying at times, showing fake empathy when his husband started crying.

And that's what led them here, Minho challenging Jisung to drink as much as he could.

Jisung downed one more glass before holding onto Minho's arm. Some strangers gathered around them as well, encouraging Jisung to drink more.

"Can't...I feel like I'm gonna throw up…"

"Oh, that's not good."

Minho supported Jisung as they went to the bathroom, with Minho choosing the cleanest stall he could find as Jisung kneeled down on it and started vomiting, with Minho rubbing his back.

"If only I had a phone with me right now, I would definitely take a video of you and upload it online."

The only reaction he got from Jisung was a groan followed by more throwing up.

As soon as Jisung almost crashed his face on the bowl, Minho quickly pulled him up, dragging him to the sink to wash his face as much as he could.

"Guess I can't just leave you alone like this."

Minho began to feel like he made a mistake, because now he had to take care of a wasted angel and take him home, which he did not think of when he came up with the idea.

But he had no choice. Both demons and humans would take advantage of a drunk man who had no idea what was happening around him.

Minho used the back door that led them to a dark alley, where he used his demon self to fly with Jisung on his shoulder, already passed out.

When they landed, Minho immediately searched Jisung's pants for the keys. Luckily, Jisung still had them and Minho didn't have to destroy his door.

As soon as they entered, Minho dropped Jisung's body on the couch, unbuttoning his shirt a bit so he wouldn't have trouble breathing.

Once that was taken care of, Minho decided to look around.

The house felt very human. Pictures of sorts, probably Jisung's human friends, or angels, but he doubted it was the latter, more books about psychology, and nothing that would give away that he was actually an angel.

"I guess you're more of a human now than an angel. No wonder why you're boring."

Minho opened the door to his bedroom and there he saw more boring stuff. There was a picture frame by the bed, with him in the middle and two men on each side. Probably his human friends as well. As usual, he had his heart-shaped smile with him, with his arms around the two other people in the picture.

Minho sighed as he lifted Jisung once again to put him to bed.

Jisung was slurring words that Minho couldn't understand. It sounded funny, with Minho giggling as Jisung continued to do it till his body hit the bed. 

"You are such a lightweight."

Minho was about to go out when he felt a hand tugging on his clothes.

He looked back to see Jisung still knocked out on the bed, but his hand was gripping tightly on the helm of his shirt.

Minho knew that he really shouldn't be staying, hell, he shouldn't even be hanging out with Jisung in the first place. Changbin would definitely have a field day if he finds out about Minho's blossoming bond with Jisung.

But even with all those thoughts, he still sat back, taking a space on the edge of the bed, looking out the window and observing the stars.

He sat there wondering why he was doing what he was doing, taking care of a drunken angel, when he could just leave him behind. 

Minho could do nothing but sigh, letting Jisung grab onto his clothes for a little while, hoping that he'd wake up quickly so he could go on with his usual antics.

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It's good to be back.

"General! What are you doing here?"

"Hey." Minho signaled for his demons not to bow to him. He wasn't a man of formality, only when needed.

"I'm here to talk to Satan. He's been getting on my nerves lately."

"I think it's about time you talk to him," Hyunjin commented as he followed Minho, "I think he's mad at you."

"Hyunjin, when was he not? I never followed his orders. I'm actually surprised I haven't been beheaded till now."

"I just want you to be careful, General. He may be planning an attack. Remember what happened to…"

"Yeah, my father. The ever so lustful king Asmodeus. I'm not like him, Hyunjin. That's why I'm here to talk to Satan. Besides, Seungmin hasn't reported anything out of the ordinary so we're safe."

"What are you going to talk about?"

Minho kept mum as he walked towards his room, the heels of his shoes clicking on the floor, echoing on the spacious hallway.

"Hyunjin, can you fetch Seungmin for me? I need to make sure that I get to talk to Satan today before I go back."

"Yes, General."

As Hyunjin disappeared from his sight, Minho went into his room.

It still was the same as he left it, dark, gloomy, cold. Just how he preferred it.

He opened his closet, looking for an outfit that would make him a tad presentable to talk to the king of hell. He may not be a fan of formality, but he wanted to make an impression.

The irony, that he would make fun of the angels trying to impress God, and here he was doing the same thing for his meeting with Satan.

But he had to.

He wanted to look convincing for Satan.

Because in this meeting, he's going to talk to him about a very important and relevant matter.

He needed to convince him to stop the war against the heavens.

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Chapter Text

"Wow, so much has been renovated here."

The walls, the floor, even the ceiling were very much different from how Minho remembered them. It still radiated the evil vibe that was only expected for the reigning king of hell. Dark, everywhere you look there was a hint of darkness, only this time it was more intense.

Minho always hated the long walk he had to go through every time he would go to his castle. It would always feel like a runway, and he hated every second of it, since he was the only one walking, and it took so much time to get to his throne.

There wasn't anything interesting on the way there. The demons guarding the halls were not even as intimidating as him. The tormented souls hanging as decorations gave Minho the impression that he was really trying hard to say that he was the ruler of them all. He clicked his tongue as he had to go through the screams of every soul, that only hurt his demon ears. 

Minho had always been the disobedient demon to Satan, but not to the point where he angered him into killing him like how his father ended up with. He's one of the strongest demons, having been gifted with a little bit of every sin, but of course, Lust would stand out. Most of the time, demons were given only one sin to go for, but Minho was different, and a lot of them feared him for it, although if he were to have a fight with Satan, he knew that he would lose.

Satan was not to be messed with, ironic because Minho always did that, but he would be lying to himself if he said that he's not scared of him even one bit.

Minho feared him in more ways than one. He knew that if he disobeyed him too much, he would end up like his father, vanished into nothing.

He finally reached the gigantic door that led to who he was planning to meet. He pushed it open, revealing the creature that he so needed to speak with.

On his throne, looking bored with his cheek against his palm, looking down on the demon that was slowly approaching him.

Even just by Satan's size, one would know not to mess with him especially on a bad day, or night...they really don't use the concept of time in their realm. His tail was longer than Minho himself, even in his demon body. If he really wanted someone dead, he could just scoop them up and rip him apart, although, to Satan's defense, he hadn't really killed much in his lifetime. He would let his trusted demons do it for him, while he would take care of the big guns.

"You wanted to speak to me?" His voice echoed along the walls of his castle, his finger tapping on the side of his throne, waiting for Minho to speak.

"I thought you'd greet me more enthusiastically. Didn't you miss me? You've been asking for me to come down for years."

"And now you're here, so did you come for me to listen to me? Or perhaps it should be me listening to you?"

Minho hated how fast he would catch on things, it was always like playing mind games with him, you could never hide what was obvious. Even if he didn't have the ability to read minds, it's as if he could actually do it.

"You got me. I'll be quick and direct; I want you to forget about your plan of attacking the heavens, Satan."

Minho's heart raced as Satan shifted in his throne, his features looking more serious than a few seconds ago. His brows met, his tail moving in a dangerous direction.

"And why do you think I would listen to you? You never did that to me."

"Satan, don't you get it? The reason why demons exist is because of the angels. If there are no angels, demons would soon run out of souls to corrupt!"

"Do you think I care about those things?"

No.

Minho's bright enough to think about it. What Satan wanted was revenge, power over the whole universe. That's what he was aiming for. He didn't care if the demon's job became boring because of it, he wouldn't mind the lack of souls to work on and converting them into evil humans as well. He would never care about those.

That's just how he was.

He was the real deal.

The demon of all the demons.

"I'm just saying that it's useless. Why can't we just continue doing our jobs? Everyday the heavens lose hundreds of angels, so why do we have to fight them up there?"

"Because everyday thousands of demons die in their hands."

"Satan, why can't we just let them be? They're killing demons because we keep killing angels. If we just leave them alone, they'll definitely leave us alone."

Satan's evil laugh resounded through the halls, it was so loud that it might have escaped the castle as well. Minho was getting mocked and he couldn't even do anything.

"Isn't it such a shame that one of the most powerful demons in hell is actually thinking of that? Do you want to be friends with the angels? Is that what you're going for, Minho?"

I already have one.

Minho would've said that, if only that didn't mean instant death for him.

"I will not push back on that plan. Even if you don't support me and choose to stay out of it, I will still do it in the near future. And if we win...we will wipe all of your troops out."

Fear started settling in Minho's eyes. He didn't want his demons to suffer because of him, but he had made a resolve that he wouldn't join the fight no matter what.

Guess he'll just have to wish that the heavens would win against them, another ironic thing because he's rooting for the opposite team at this point.

"Since you're already here, I'm also here to remind you that I still have the order to annihilate all the angels in your area."

Minho sighed, accepting that his plan to convince Satan was a complete failure. He turned around, leaving Satan hanging with his command.

He could hear the low growl that Satan let out once he started walking towards the door. 

Satan couldn't kill him, at least for now, and that was the only driving force for Minho to do that. Satan needed him, even if he didn't say it directly, Minho knew that Satan would still convince him to join their plan.

Before Minho went on his way, he looked back at Satan once more.

"Weren't you the one who said it? I never listen to you." And he slammed the door shut, causing an angry king of hell to let out a bloodcurdling scream that would be heard all throughout hell.

"General, sometimes I question your bravery."

"Don't worry, I do that, too."

He was back in his own turf, checking on his demons and what they were up to. Many were happy to see him back there, and some were even asking him to stay, but Minho had already told them that he didn't have any plans to stay.

"The more I stay here, the more Satan would have control over me, unlike in the human world. He can't just leave hell in order to fetch me."

"That would bring chaos." Hyunjin answered, keeping his position beside Minho as they made their way to the innermost part of their castle.

"And we're already chaotic enough down here."

As they entered the most secretive part of the castle, Minho readied himself to welcome the strong energy that was there, the protective barrier that held them in place for so long.

"We have kept its energy while you were gone, but we have seen demons still trying to infiltrate our base."

"Of course they would keep on trying, Hyunjin, especially when I'm not around, because the castle's weaker when I'm up there."

Minho wasn't a stranger to Satan's little minions trying to weaken the barrier that separated them from all of hell. He had been wanting to attack them ever since Minho's first instance of being sassy against the demon, and that was when Minho put up the protective barrier that was regulated by his demons everyday. He would always stop by when he could, knowing that hell's time passes much faster than in the human world. 

Minho held the starting point of the barrier, a big dark ball of energy from Minho's demons. As soon as he touched it, he let most of his powers be drained out, leaving just enough for him to get back to earth.

He could feel the barrier much more impenetrable now, lowly demons and even the ones in the intermediate ranks wouldn't be able to infiltrate it. Only the demons as powerful as Minho would have the chance to withstand it, and go into the castle without being killed in the middle of it.

Once the transfer was done, he and Hyunjin traveled back to their meeting area, where they saw Seungmin, waiting to deliver a message.

"General."

"Seungmin, anything you want to tell me?"

Seungmin walked towards Minho, looking around before pushing them away to the crowds.

"Hey, hey! You can just tell me! It's not like nobody knows you're a spy."

"It's not for them to hear. They...will freak out."

Minho and Hyunjin's face suddenly became serious, getting invested as to what Seungmin had to tell them.

"It doesn't really concern us, demons, but I still don't want to scare them."

"Just spill it out, Seungmin."

"Satan's going to send thousands of troops of demons up on Earth to kill all the angels they could. This is the first step in the preparation for their war against heaven."

Hyunjin relaxed for a bit once he heard that it was more about the angels, but that only made Minho tense up, with one name instantly popping up inside his head.

"When is this happening?"

"In human time, they have a week."

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Minho went back to Earth with a dilemma in mind. He had to feast on sins to regain his energy, but even that he couldn't do.

It really shouldn't be a problem for him if demons started populating the world, because he's one of them, but he didn't like Satan's way of handling things. He would always say that Satan has daddy issues but of course, he'd only tell Changbin that because he'd be in a rapture if someone snitched to Satan about it 

Another thing that he shouldn't be concerned of was the demons targeting angels.

Just like warrior angels, warrior demons are a thing, and other than those minions that Satan sends out occasionally, these demons are powerful enough to fight the angels.

He really should be cheering for his own kind, but everything felt so wrong about it, that he couldn't bring himself to be excited and looking forward to it.

One thing that Minho hated to admit, he knew that Jisung would be an easy target for these demons, and as much as he'd like to convince himself that he didn't care if the angel was to be killed in the upcoming purge, he just couldn't bring himself to it.

Jisung had been growing on him ever since the night he refused to kill him.

But what made him more attached to the angel is the lack of fear that he had of him, instead of fear, what he had for Minho was understanding, and for an angel to actually do that was saying something about Jisung.

He's different from the rest because he's the true epitome of how the angels should be, according to the rules of their God. Loving, understanding, compassionate, Jisung was all that, and it wasn't limited to the heavenly creatures and humans only, but even with demons, and as long as Minho's been alive, he had never met an angel like Jisung.

And as he saw the pair of blue wings flying towards him, with Jisung's smile and aggressive waving of the hand, Jisung repeatedly saying how he missed Minho, it was enough to tell Minho that Jisung... doesn't deserve to get killed.

"So what did you do back in hell?"

"I requested for Satan to take you there."

"No! That's so mean! I don't want to go there!"

Minho laughed as they walked side by side in the mall, with Jisung asking to accompany him because he needed to buy supplies for his apartment. He said that his wings broke something in the bathroom.

Minho found it believable, because Jisung really looked like the type to stay human 24/7 and then decide to be in angel form while in the showers.

"You can't do anything about it, Satan already took note of it."

"You're lucky you can go back to hell whenever you want to. I can't even go back to heaven to hide!"

They entered a hardware supplies store, with Jisung going straight to the pipes section, with Minho just trailing around.

If he wasn't reenergized, Minho would've bailed on the idea. The good thing was that he was leaving Jisung with a lot of patients to treat and a whole page of booked sessions for two weeks. May not be a good thing for the therapist, but to Minho, it was.

"Why can't you do that?"

"We can only go back when they deem our job done. We're being reevaluated when we work, someone watching us from up there."

"That's fucking creepy."

"It's not!" Jisung defended as he grabbed a new shower head, making it join the pipes that were already in his cart. "It's satisfying to go back to heaven knowing that you've done your job."

"Well, I just think that those evaluators and some of the angels staying here are friends. Even if they do a shitty job, they still get a pass. You're the one who should be up there already."

"You think so?"

Minho instantly regretted what he said when Jisung looked up to him with sparkling eyes that shone through his glasses. He looked so happy with the compliment that it kind of hurt Minho's demon heart. He wondered if he had not been praised like this by his kind.

"Yeah. You know how factories recall defective products? I think they should do that with you."

"Minho!"

"That's what you get for asking a demon to come with you in a boring ass place. I can be tempting people to steal or do drugs, but I can't because I'm stuck with you."

"Well, I can't ask anyone around here because most of my human friends are from another city. And it's a Sunday so most of them are resting either way."

Minho's heart dropped when he suddenly realized the day. 

Sunday.

Tonight was going to be Satan's purge against the angels.

"Hey, Jisung."

"Yeah?"

"Do you need any help fixing your bathroom?"

"One second you're selling me to Satan, and the next you're doing all the work for my bathroom. Why can't you just admit that we're the best of friends?"

"Shut up."

Minho was surprised to see the damage that was in Jisung's bathroom because he 'accidentally' transformed into an angel while he was taking a bath, destroying his shower head, along with the pipes connected to it and the wall holding it up.

"I didn't know you could actually fix these things! You're very reliable."

"I had to do this a couple of times in my apartment because I like punching the wall for no reason."

Minho giggled as he heard Jisung gasp behind him. But that was true.

"Before you punch me, I'm going to get some snacks ready for us."

Minho kept on working in the bathroom, but his mind was definitely somewhere else. He had been hiding the real reason to Jisung why he wanted to go to his house.

Ever since the night fell, Minho had heightened his senses, trying to catch even the slightest demon activity he could feel. At the moment it was still at the usual rate, but Minho believed that it was going to be a lot worse later.

Another problem that he had to face other than protecting Jisung was how.

He didn't want his friend getting killed, but he also couldn't bring himself to murder his own kind...for an angel.

Minho's thoughts were cut off when he heard Jisung calling him from the living room, inviting him for a break.

"I thought you didn't want to join me."

"Jisung, this is a dessert party. Everything here is sweet."

"I love sweets!"

"Still not obvious enough, I'll pass."

Minho laid on the couch, with his feet on Jisung's legs, to which Jisung ignored as he took another donut from the box.

"Shouldn't heaven be sending angel warriors from time to time to protect you?"

"That's so random, Minho."

"Just help me out."

"Well, the angel warriors are the ones responsible for keeping the demons out of heaven. Their job is to protect the holy land, not the angels down here."

"That's shitty."

"But they're just doing their job."

Minho scoffed as Jisung continued defending their useless angel warriors according to Minho. At least in the demon world, they'd try to help and protect one another. He hoped that would still be the case later on.

"Okay, enough of that. I have another question…

Why did you ask for help that night a demon attacked you? I tried to kill and you didn't even lift a finger."

It had bothered Minho more than it should that his head would be completely blank every time he was reminded of that incident, with Jisung reacting desperately with the other demon, but not with him, when he's the stronger one.

"Because I know you can't."

"Context is nice, Jisung."

"I know you can't kill me, Minho. I saw it in your eyes that night. You have a driving force, but it's not towards me. Why would I be scared of someone who wouldn't do anything with me?"

Minho stayed silent.

He didn't buy what Jisung said.

He's a demon. Of course he could kill anyone, friend, enemy, family— mostly so with their mortal enemies which were the angels.

He only laughed at Jisung's reasoning. He didn't believe it.

He couldn't.

Although, deep down, somewhere in a hidden corner in his heart, he acknowledged that Jisung was right.

The difference between him and the demon that night was their drive. Minho had second thoughts, and Jisung saw that, felt that. Compared to the demon that came out of nowhere, he was resolved to kill Jisung, and that was his only goal.

"I know that it's hard to accept that you spared me, but that proves my point, Minho. We're all alike at some point. Some angels act like demons, while some demons act like angels. That doesn't mean that you're not evil anymore."

"It's laughable to think about a general in hell saving a goddamn angel, Jisung."

"And that's the same with me! Did you know that I got in so much trouble because I kept on befriending demons before?"

Minho glared at Jisung. So he wasn't the first?

"You did?" Minho asked as he fixed his sitting position, getting interested in whatever story Jisung had for him.

"I did! Although, all of them tried to kill me. Good thing I have these two warrior angels that would protect me from them. They're back in heaven right now."

"And you still befriended me after all those failed attempts?"

"But you didn't kill me! So that's a start, okay. That's an achievement." Jisung rebutted as he stuffed his cheeks with more sweets.

Minho watched him attentively.

The more Minho got to know Jisung, the more he was convinced that he was directly made from God. In his whole life he didn't even imagine befriending an angel, but here Jisung was, in front of him, telling him stories of him being almost killed by demons, yet he didn't stop from doing it.

And now he had landed on Minho, who's having a crisis on what he was going to do once the attack started.

"You sure have a lot of perseverance in you, Jisung."

"Hmmmm...not really, but I am a believer."

"Do you believe in God?"

"Minho!"

The night grew deeper as they continued to talk about the little competition they had going on, with Minho leading in scores. 

"We should do it one at a time! You keep sending me people, and I'm the only one in my office!"

"Jisung... I'm the only one, too. Do you see me working with an assistant?"

"That's still unfair."

Minho giggled when he saw Jisung pouting. Damn, he looked so cute that Minho hated it. How could he have a heart shaped smile and then be cute while sulking?

He was then pulled out of his thoughts when he felt the air getting heavier. One, two... Minho could feel the presence of hundreds of demons from far away.

"Let's go." Minho finally got off the couch, pulling Jisung up with him, who looked so confused about the sudden dragging.

"Where are we going?"

"No time for questions. We have to go. Use your angel form," Minho commanded as they got out of the house, not wanting to damage more of Jisung's apartment.

Confused, Jisung still did what he was told. Minho was already in his demon body as he grabbed Jisung by the wrist, flying both of them upward, with Minho looking for the safest spot he could find.

Finally they settled on top of a skyscraper building. Minho sat down on the glass roof, waiting for the evil creatures to show up. He could already feel them, from beneath, the energy was massive, much more than what he was expecting. He realized that Satan really meant business about the war.

"We're going to be safe here."

"Huh? Why?"

"Demons."

Minho didn't have to explain the context to Jisung as hundreds of demons began appearing out of nowhere, crowding the streets, with cars passing by them, unaware of what was happening in front of them. They were all over the place, looking for a place to settle. Minho saw that some of them had already smelled the angels, running in a certain direction while most of them were still lost.

Minho was somehow thankful that most of the demons that Satan sent were the weakest links. The only problem they had to deal with was the volume. They may be weak but once they attack in groups, angels like Jisung wouldn't stand a chance.

"What is happening…" Jisung's voice was so small that Minho barely understood his words.

"Now tell me, Jisung. Do you still believe in God?"

"What is happening, Minho?"

Minho looked up to the sky, hoping that sooner or later, warrior angels would arrive to actually protect the weaker ones and take out the demons crowding the whole city.

"You're seeing your God neglect creatures like you. In a few hours, there could be thousands of dead angels all over the world, and yet, I don't see any rescue."

Minho expected that Jisung would stay silent as he looked down, still trying to make sense of what was happening, but Minho knew that he failed.

Of course, how would he make sense of what was happening if he didn't know about Satan's plan?

Minho kept his eyes trained on three demons flying at their level.

They were far enough for them not to create an attack, but Minho still had a feeling that the target was them, no, Jisung was the target.

Minho grabbed Jisung's wrist once again, hiding him behind. He saw one of the flying demons finally flying towards them. Jisung clung onto Minho's arms, not knowing what was about to happen, none of them did.

"General! What are you doing with that angel? Is he going to be your trophy for tonight?"

"He's mine, so back off. 

"General! Let us do the killing for the weakest ones. You don't have to put energy into these types of angels."

"One thing you should remember is for you to shut your mouth and not to tell me what to do."

"But gener—"

Minho did not let him speak much further, ending the demon with his tail piercing its black heart, letting its body vanish into thin air.

He watched as the other two demons started flying away.

It was the first time Minho had killed his own kind, other than the ones he killed due to insubordination.

The tightened grasp on his arms made Minho turn his head, checking on how Jisung was doing. He had his eyes closed, tiny fists holding onto Minho.

"It's gone now."

Jisung was really full of surprises, and Minho could have seen it coming, when Jisung suddenly hugged Minho, sobbing a little. Minho didn't know how to react to it. Should he hug him back, should he do nothing? Was it taking too long? Should he pull away? The only time he'd get hugs would be from his sexual encounters or when he greets Changbin and the head locks him afterwards.

These were some of the questions that popped inside Minho's head as Jisung stayed with his body pressed against Minho's. 

He's much taller when he's in demon form, making Jisung reach only a few centimeters down his chest, with Jisung looking really tiny in the set up. He would grow a bit when he's an angel, but that would never compare to the amount of height that's added to Minho in his natural form that he felt like he could just scoop him up and put him on his shoulder.

In the end, Minho settled with giving Jisung pats on his back. As Jisung pulled away, Minho saw how he wiped his eyes, and he for sure knew that it wasn't sweat.

"Why are there so many demons right now?" Jisung asked as he lifted his face up to stare at Minho.

He did cry.

"It's Satan's own version of rapture. Instead of humans getting it, it's the angels suffering from it."

"But why would he do that?"

"Because he wants a reaction from someone up there."

Minho was disappointed to see that the warriors up in the sky didn't show up, despite their angels being in danger due to the number of demons roaming around.

"God? He wants to talk to God?"

"He wants to be God, Jisung. That's how ambitious he is."

"He said that?!"

"Satan is the most horrible one down there. All of the demonic thoughts might've originated from him. He plans on taking out the angels first, causing your forces to weaken. After that's done, he will commence with the second part of his plan."

"Do you agree with his plan?"

Minho sighed. If you asked him about that before he met Jisung, Minho would have said yes and then move on to ruining a honeymoon night like he always did.

Now, everything's just very different. From protecting Jisung, to saving his life from one of the demons, and even now as he kept him company while more demons came out of hell.

"No. So we better keep moving."

No, it's not the smartest move for Minho to hide Jisung from the hunters, and definitely wasn't the brightest to act as his protector when their king specifically wanted angels dead.

But like he said, he never listened to him.

Though fear may be in his mind for all the things Satan could do to him once the betrayal got to him, Minho could not undo his actions and pretend like nothing happened.

Jisung was to be protected, not because they're friends, but because Minho loved his company.

Jisung's one of a kind, sharing the same beliefs as Minho, being persistent about it, and yet he didn't care if the other angels judged him for it.

Jisung's a treasure from heaven that should be protected, and Minho would gladly take on that job if needed.

Maybe it was time to show both realms what they've been missing for thousands of years.

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Roars, screams, cheers.

Hell was in party mode, with demons coming and going, most of them excited to spread darkness and the others taking on the job of being the murderers.

Everywhere you look, you'd see crowds, lines, groups of demons all waiting their turn to see a glimpse of Earth above them, as if they've been waiting for it their whole life.

And it's not like hell would run out of them, the supply was limitless.

They continued going up, and would only stop if given the instructions to, but they all knew Satan wouldn't stop so early.

Finally, it grew quiet as the footsteps approached Satan's lair, his holy place that's respected by all the demons. One wrong move and you'd experience just how the souls are tormented, maybe even worse.

Even he agreed that the long walk was unnecessary, but it was to be expected.

He watched as the souls tried to escape the evil chains binding them to the ceiling.

"Just accept it. You can never get out of it." He warned, making the souls weep, a normal thing that they'd do other than struggle out of the chains.

Whistling as he walked towards the gigantic doors, he knew that he had something that would interest the king. Something that could be used for the chaos that has already begun.

"What brings you here?" Satan asked, raising a brow, while the other figure bowed to him.

"I have news to deliver."

"This better be important for you to barge in on me while I watch my lovely children leave this place.

"It's about General Minho."

He knew that he had piqued Satan's interest as soon as he mentioned the name. Smirking and feeling proud of himself, he didn't waste any time to share the news.

"General Minho….lately has been seen around with an angel by his side."

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Chapter Text

For hours, Minho and Jisung had been hopping from place to place, trying to avoid the numerous demons trying to hunt Jisung down. Some of them were smart enough to back away when they saw Minho, but not for the reason that they're thinking Minho's protecting Jisung, but assuming that Minho's the one who's going to end him.

Minho loved how stupid they could be. These demons were only given instructions on what they'd do once they got to the planet of humans, and that's all their mind could think of. Whatever Satan told them, that's what they're going to do until they die.

The demons chasing them soon decreased in numbers that they decided to stop running. If they were to attack, Minho could just fight them.

The only problem was that not even half a day after it started, the demons just stopped coming, and what was even weirder was for the others to get summoned back. It felt like Satan had backed out of his plans and decided to erase all trails, except for the deaths that they had caused.

"Are we safe now?"

"For now. Let's go back to your house."

As they travelled back to Jisung's house, Minho couldn't find any demon in sight, which was very suspicious for him, but Jisung reassured him that maybe Satan thought it was a bad plan so he recalled all the demons back.

Satan would never admit that he's wrong.

But Minho didn't want to make Jisung feel bad, so he decided to go with it.

When they got it, Jisung quickly checked his things to see if nothing was missing, because they actually forgot to lock the door due to rushing out a few hours ago.

Minho let his body drop on the couch again, taking up all of the space to himself as he felt the exhaustion kicking in. They flew, ran, and hid so much that it drained him out so much, he felt like he could sleep, which was a very rare thing for him to do.

"Thank god, they didn't take anything!" Jisung announced as he reappeared in the living room.

"What is there to take?"

"Minho, for your information, I still have valuables, okay?"

"Not valuable enough for a thief to steal."

"Hey! You're so— what happened to your hand?"

"Oh, this?"

Minho didn't even realize that he was bleeding, and he didn't know which fight caused it. Maybe he was so caught up in protecting Jisung that he couldn't feel anything. Now that he saw the open wound, with blood coming out of it, Minho finally felt the pain because he was in his human body.

"This is nothing."

"It's dripping down on the floor and you're telling me it's nothing? I'll get the kit!"

"Kit?" Minho chuckled, sitting up so he could stop the bleeding with his other hand and for the blood to stop dropping on Jisung's carpet. "Don't you angels have like...healing powers?"

"We do!" Jisung shouted from the kitchen, "But I have to go back to being an angel and I don't want to damage any more of my house so we're going to do it in a humane way."

"Jisung, I'm not going to die from this, I'm fine."

Jisung placed the kit on the table in front of the couch, taking a seat next to Minho. He grabbed his hand and started dabbing a cotton ball with alcohol in it.

"Jisung, I told you I'm fine."

"Minho…" Jisung paused, putting the cotton away, his eyes fixed on the floor, "you've done so much for me today. You saved my life so many times. This is the best thing I can offer you."

Minho could see the sadness in Jisung's eyes. 

The night had been harsh for them, but Minho had it the roughest. He had to fight and kill his own kind for a man who he should be eradicating instead, and maybe Jisung felt guilty about it. Every time Minho killed a demon, he would see worry in Jisung's eyes, building up more as the body count went up.

Minho wanted to tell him that he shouldn't feel that way, because this was Minho's stupid idea and he's the one who should be suffering about it.

"At least offer me a drink, not some nursing shit. I need booze, Jisung." Minho joked, hoping to light up the mood a bit.

"You know I don't have that."

"Yeah, you probably have rainbows and sunshines and hugs and kisses only."

"I can give you hugs and kisses!"

"Yeah, no. Just continue what you're doing."

Minho admired how Jisung pouted, sulking over the fact that Minho didn't want what he offered. He really was just the cutest creature he had ever seen, animals included, and he was fun to mess with as well.

"Do you think they're gone for good?"

"Who?"

"The demons." Jisung replied, finishing up the cleaning of Minho's wounds before putting medication on it.

"I don't know."

Minho still had no idea what happened, or what Satan was going to do next. He's not the type to just simply back out of his plan, especially when it was going so well.

"But let's not think about that for now. It's a good thing that nothing bad happened to us."

"And it's all thanks to...you! There, now it's done!"

Minho looked at his patched up hand, immediately shooting a death glare at Jisung, who had the cheekiest smile he'd ever seen, literally, as he saw what type of bandage was on his wound.

"This is a cartoon character. And it's not even a cool one."

"It's Pororo! And I really don't have normal bandages."

"Fine, whatever. I'm taking my leave now."

Minho was about to stand up when Jisung held him down, tugging him by his shirt.

"Aren't you tired? Can you still fly?"

He was indeed tired, and he thought that he might pass out if he didn't give his body some rest, at least for a few hours.

However, that wasn't what convinced Minho to stay. It was the way Jisung held onto his shirt, the way he looked up to him with worried eyes, the way his foot started tapping because he was anxious, and just everything about the situation made Minho think that it would be best to stay by his side for a bit."

"I guess I am tired. Looks like I'm sleeping on your couch."

"Nope, you have to take the bed. Come here!"

Jisung tried to drag Minho out of his seat, with Minho laughing because Jisung was struggling so much.

"Okay, okay! I'm getting up."

Minho walked to Jisung's bedroom, his body dropping down as soon as he got a feel of the soft mattress.

He didn't even hear what Jisung was saying as his eyes finally gave up, knocking himself out as the exhaustion caved in.

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"What's happening?"

"Hyunjin, do I look like I know?!"

Many of the demons were lost with the sudden changes in Satan's plan. Changbin couldn't even begin with how confused he was, and Hyunjin didn't know what to do.

Seungmin had just arrived and all of them looked at him, waiting for what he was about to say.

"Why are you guys looking at me like that?"

"Seungmin, you're the only one here who can give us some light as to what's happening." Changbin stated, walking over to his friend, hoping that they'd get something out of him, with Hyunjin following suit.

"I just know that he suddenly had a change of course because of a visitor. At least that's what I heard from one of the guards."

"A visitor? For the guards not to know whoever that was, then they might be a nobody."

"How can a nobody change Satan's plans that fast? It's not like him to do that." Hyunjin reasoned out.

Everybody went silent. Hyunjin had a point, Satan didn't listen to anyone, if he did, it must be one of the supreme demons, but everybody knew who they were.

What they thought was an enlightenment to them only made them more confused.

"Should someone go up there to check on Min— I mean, the general?" Changbin asked, looking at Hyunjin and Seungmin, but their eyes said so many words that Changbin groaned, knowing that they wanted him to go up.

"I don't like going up there. The air is filthy."

"And I have to go back to Satan's castle to ask for more information about this stranger. I'll go up there when I have something to report." Seungmin added to Hyunjin's reasoning.

"Thanks, you guys are the best, you know? Fuck you both." Changbin flipped them off before leaving the room. He could hear the two apologizing from a distance, with the other demons cheering on him as he began his journey to the land of the humans.

He didn't like going up there for Minho. His demon of a best friend is always a pain in the ass whenever they're together.

But it's like hitting two birds with one stone, because Changbin wouldn't pass up on the opportunity to do something more personal.

He hoped that nobody would find out about it.

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Minho woke up feeling something heavy on his chest. As he adjusted his vision and opened his eyes, he was surprised to see Jisung's head resting on top of him, with his arms hugging him tightly.

He was also asleep, and Minho didn't know how they ended up that way. He remembered Jisung asking him to sleep on his bed, and nothing more.

Did Jisung ask him to stay just so he could take advantage of him?

That was very unlikely, knowing Jisung, but Minho couldn't think of a better reason why they're both tangled up, and Jisung sleeping comfortably next to him.

He didn't want to wake Jisung up, but he also didn't want things to be weirder between them, so he slowly tapped his back and shook him a bit until Jisung finally pulled away, turning to the other side with a groan, still deep in his sleep.

Minho was finally free, so he got up and went to the couch instead to continue his sleep.

At this point, he was only using the excuse of exhaustion to himself so he'd have a reason to stay longer in Jisung's house, but in reality, he was just worried that if he left, demons would come at him since he didn't have any more protection.

Not feeling sleepy anymore, Minho decided to turn the television on, hoping that it would cure his boredom. He wasn't in the mood to work, especially with what just happened, he wanted to take a break from being evil.

"Why do humans make the most awkward shows? What the fuck is this?"

Ten minutes into looking for a show that he could somehow stomach, Minho decided to settle on a movie about a girl who didn't know how to dance, but wanted to be a dancer regardless.

He didn't really like the plot, but he was interested in the dancers, so he went along with it.

Half an hour later, Jisung emerged from his room, rubbing his eyes and putting his glasses on as he dragged his feet across the floor just to sit next to Minho, his head resting on the demon's shoulder.

"You know how humans perceive this action as something that couples do."

"What's wrong? We can be a couple, Minho." Jisung yawned, his eyes slowly opening again to check what the demon was watching.

"Ew. I think I just found my darkest nightmare."

"Hey... you're being mean again."

"When was I not? But — hey, we need to talk about how I woke up with you hugging me. Jisung, I didn't take you for the type to take advantage of people."

"I did not!" It's as if Jisung's sleepiness was drained out of his body in a second, he sat straight and slapped Minho's arm, shocked at the accusation.

"Aw! Then why did I wake up like that?"

"Because you were turning and speaking in your sleep! You looked like you were in pain. I tried waking you up but I couldn't so I put my arms around you and that seemed to calm you down."

Minho was left speechless with Jisung's story. Was he really capable of doing that?

It's not like he dreamt of anything, because they aren't capable of doing that. Even if he did, he would remember something that would make him act that way.

More importantly, why did he stop at Jisung's hug?

"I don't buy that story. You just wanted to take me."

"You can accuse me of anything except for lying, Minho. I would never lie to you."

"It's okay, Jisung. I know it's hard to admit that you're horny for me, but I'm the demon of lust so it's normal to feel that way."

Minho was beaten a few more times by Jisung, punching and slapping his arm as the demon laughed all the way through, having his time teasing the sulky angel.

The laughter suddenly died down when Minho felt Changbin's presence.

Something must've happened.

"Jisung, I have to go."

"Aren't you going to have breakfast first?"

"I'm not a fan of sugary treats first thing in the morning, so no."

Minho finally stood up, stretching his limbs as he made his way to the door.

"Jisung."

"Did you forget something?"

"No, I just want to tell you to keep safe."

"Here he is! My favorite demon!"

Minho opened his arms as he started running towards Changbin, wrapping his arms around him and squeeze him tight until the demon was complaining that it was starting to hurt.

"Favorite demon and yet, you always want to kill me."

"You know I could never do that. What brings you here?"

"I think you know why I'm here, General. Do you know anything about it?"

Minho scratched his head, looking at Changbin with a questionable expression.

"Changbin, I was up here the whole time. How would I even know??"

"You talked to him last time."

"Yeah, but I was telling him not to move on with that plan because it's stupid. Big old guy up there may be failing but we know he's still the most powerful being in the universe."

Minho lifted his eyes up to the sky, waving at an invisible camera, thinking that God heard his compliment.

"Seungmin said someone convinced Satan to stop the rampage of the demons, but no one knows who it is. He's already looking into it."

"That's good progress."

There was silence between the two, with Changbin eyeing Minho from head to toe, observing his every move, while Minho tried to figure out why his closest frenemy was doing that.

"Can I help you, Changbin? You're making me feel uncomfortable."

"Minho…"

The sudden drop of formality caught Minho off guard. Changbin had always addressed him as General except for serious conversations that were usually very personal.

"You've been around an angel, am I right?"

There was no use denying it. Changbin could see through Minho better than anyone else. Even if Minho wouldn't admit to it, Changbin would know the truth.

"Am I that obvious?" Minho tried playing it off, laughing at the end of his question, but Changbin stayed firm about the topic.

"Minho, I'm not going to tell you what to do with your life. I know you can handle yourself, but you know that we're in the middle of something serious."

"I know," Minho began taking the conversation seriously, putting his hands on his pockets and staring directly at Changbin's eyes, "but I'm not doing anything harmful. I just got caught up with something. This is not permanent."

"I sure hope it's not. I wouldn't worry about it too much if you're not a fucking general of hell, but you are. Attention befalls on you."

"So what are you trying to say?"

"I'm just telling you that you should think this through, whatever is going on right now between you and that angel. It's not for you, Minho…. it's for the angel."

Minho fell silent, and Changbin didn't wait for him to respond as he bowed down, before flying away, hell knew where.

Minho clicked his tongue, chuckling all alone on the rooftop.

For the first time in his life, he had never felt so lost about something.

He knew Changbin was right. No matter the situation, Jisung would have to suffer first. Minho could take care of himself, but Jisung couldn't do the same, unless the useless warrior angels actually do their job and start protecting the weaker ones.

He had to stop seeing Jisung. He had to stop caring if he's still alive or not. He had to stop protecting him.

But as Jisung's smile flashed before his eyes, his soft eyes gazing at him, the soft touches he would do from time to time, and everything else about him, Minho knew that he couldn't.

He just couldn't.

"Big guy, this is all your fault. Why didn't you make him like the rest of your minions?"

Of course, Minho was answered with silence, and as he travelled back to his apartment, he knew that at one point, he had to choose between his options.

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"I think I might go back to hell and spend some time there."

"Is there something wrong?"

"Nothing. I just want to be nosy and check what's happening down there."

Minho thought that if he were in hell, staying there for a while would take his mind off of Jisung, and he'd be able to focus on what's happening in their realm without him being concerned about anyone from above.

"Things must be really stressful for you. Once you get back, I'm going to bake you something!"

"You can't even cook, what makes you think you can bake?"

"I'm gonna try, okay? Don't crush my dreams like that."

Minho watched Jisung take another bite of his food. He had no sessions during the hour so Minho decided to stop by.

"I'll be looking forward to that, then."

Minho didn't know if he'll be able to focus on his plan, but he had to.

There were people depending on him, and he had to protect them, too. Changbin made him realize that.

Jisung may be the angel he wanted to protect up here, but everybody in his castle had been in his life for thousands of years before Jisung came to his, and he didn't want to destroy their trust on their general just because he's infatuated with a worker angel.

"Well, I hope I see you soon, Jisung. Don't eat too many sweets. Humans suffer from toothaches."

"You're going already?"

"Yeah, I better go now before I can't anymore."

I have to go now before I get attached to you again.

"Have fun in hell!" Jisung waved at him, his cheeks full of food, making them look puffier, his eyes disappearing as he tried to smile with a mouth full of his lunch.

And Minho almost didn't make it to hell.

"General! I didn't know you were coming back."

"Me neither. Any updates?"

"Seungmin's still tracing who that visitor was. He said it's been hard because some of the guards don't actually recall what happened that day."

"I see."

Minho sat down on his throne, sighing as he finally got to relax himself. His tail ushered Hyunjin to come closer to him, to which his loyal subject did.

"I have a favor to ask that only you can do, Hyunjin, and I trust you on this."

Hyunjin leaned down so he'd be able to hear what Minho had to say, and his jaw grew slack as Minho gave out the details of his favor.

"But general—"

"Just do it, Hyunjin. This is for everyone around here."

With a bit of hesitation, Hyunjin took his leave, bowing down before leaving Minho in his room.

Minho closed his eyes for a bit, enjoying the silence that occupied the whole room. No matter how long he stayed on Earth, nothing could compare to the comfort that hell would bring him.

This was his home, and even if it was stressful with having Satan up his tail, Minho wouldn't trade it for anything else.

Hell was for him, and he was for hell.

His quiet slumber was shortly disturbed when he heard footsteps coming towards him, and he didn't need to open his eyes to guess who it was.

"I'm surprised that I got here first before you. Did you do anything interesting up there?"

"I'm actually surprised you're down here, General. Did my advice work?"

Minho sighed, finally opening his eyes to see Changbin's figure in front of him.

"I didn't ask you so you could answer me with another question. And no, your advice did not work. It was my own decision, thank you very much."

"Pfft, yeah right. It took me a while because I was checking on my friends up there. I didn't know most of them actually died."

"All of them would've died if warrior angels kept on patrolling. What the fucke are they even doing up there? My bet is gambling."

Both of them broke into laughter as Minho continued to make fun of the soldiers of the heavens that seemed to have disappeared in a long time. He would only see one to three of them, but that would be in a whole week, and they wouldn't even do anything.

"Do you think they know about Satan's plan?"

"I don't think so. Wouldn't it be stupid of them to not send their best troops if that were the case?"

"Maybe God has grown senile over the years." Changbin snarked, causing them to burst into laughter once again, making the quiet room loud with just the two of them.

"But seriously, Minho. I'm glad you took my advice."

"Like I said, it's my own decision."

"Yeah, whatever. I'm going out for a bit. You can go back to sleep."

As soon as the silence dawned on him, Minho was once again filled with thoughts.

He wanted to find out what Satan was up to, and the result of Hyunjin's plan.

He also wanted to prepare himself into convincing the other factions into not joining Satan's war if they were ever convinced to. He had to do it.

As he continued to think about all these things, the one thought that had occupied his mind before coming down was surprisingly nowhere to be found.

During his stay in hell, he was starting to forget about Jisung's existence.

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Weeks had passed in hell's time, and there was still no progress with the investigation. Hyunjin hasn't come back from Minho's mission for him, Seungmin also didn't have any updates regarding the visitor, and Minho couldn't really keep an eye on Changbin.

Minho was starting to get impatient that he wanted to just barge in Satan's lair and ask him what he was planning.

The lack of movements on his side was taking a toll on him that he couldn't even do much with his own mission, and that was to make the other leaders side with his vision rather than with Satan's.

He had already convinced a few, but Minho knew that it wasn't enough, and just like angels, demons were very close minded as well. All they wanted to do was be evil, they didn't like using their brain that much.

"Fucking hell, this is too much."

Minho slumped back on his throne, trying to knock some ideas in his mind to see how he could get out of the situation, but it was serving him nothing, and Minho was starting to regret his decision of coming back to hell.

"Someone looks a little stressed."

"Changbin, you appear at the times where I don't need your presence."

"Yeah, hello to you, too, General. Can't even greet an old friend nicely."

Minho didn't answer. His head was still loaded with thoughts that he wasn't in the mood to mess with his friend.

"Hey, don't let it get to your head."

"How can I not? We're risking our lives here, Changbin. If the war happens and we don't join Satan's forces and they win, we're basically fucked."

"This may be the time we put our trust in God. Should we start learning prayers now?" Changbin suggested, followed by a high-pitched laugh that only annoyed Minho.

"Fuck you, Changbin. You're not helping."

"I'm just trying to lighten up the mood! You're so serious and I'm not used to it."

Minho exhaled deeply. Even with Changbin's help to somehow brighten the atmosphere, Minho was still not at it.

He kept on thinking, his fingers rubbing on his lips, the mannerism that he has whenever he's focusing too deeply on things.

He had to save his turf, he had to do something for them. He had to keep them safe, and he had to survive as well.

"Changbin...should we just join Satan as well?"

"Wait, what?!"

"It's the only way to end this dilemma."

"Minho, you do realize that joining them means we're going to war with the angels, and we know that only some of us are capable of actually fighting them."

"Well, fuck me. I'm all out of ideas."

"Give yourself a break Minho. I'm sure you'll be able to figure things out. I'm going to visit the humans for now."

"All of a sudden?

"I miss working up there."

Changbin saluted at Minho before disappearing into the hall.

And Minho was alone once again, weighing his options that really weren't much but that was all he had. Both choices, Minho would have to risk his demons, but he had to know which option would be the one that would deliver a better result.

At the end of the day, Minho was empty-handed. He couldn't choose between the two, and what made it worse was the fact that he didn't know when Satan would commence his plan once again.

Nobody else in hell knew except for Satan, and maybe that visitor that they had been hunting down for quite a while now.

Minho sighed once again, getting up from his seat.

He had settled what he wanted to do, but it had nothing to do with solving his problems.

He just wanted a break.

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Land.

He was back again in the land of the humans.

Definitely not the perfect time to go back, but Minho missed it.

Life was much better when all he had to think of was corrupting people by having sex with them, the easiest thing he could pull off.

Now he had to think of a way to survive an upcoming war and the heated eyes of Satan on his lair.

"No, Minho, we're not doing that. We're here to unwind."

And that's what Minho did. 

Ignoring all the stress he had back in hell, he went back to his usual setting. Spreading lust with the side of the other deadly sins in humans.

He was in his element, and Minho loved every bit of it, not having to stress out about anything and just railing the heck out of the pathetic humans that would give in to the simplest temptation that Minho would offer, and that was his dick.

After that, he would go take his favorite thing which was booze. Any type of alcoholic beverage, Minho was there for it.

It was all fun, and for a moment, Minho felt more human than a demon, basically just chasing the good life.

Minho wished that it would stay that way, but whenever he'd see an angel or a demon in his vision, he couldn't help but be reminded of his problems again.

"Changbin! I didn't expect to see you here!"

"Yeah, whatever, I need a drink. The last person I worked with was a fucking mess. Turns out he didn't need a demon to ruin his life."

"That's why you gotta pick your humans carefully. Just order a drink and I'll pay for it."

Minho continued to swig on his glasses and bottles, sometimes even joining the dance floor just to seduce all the people in there, hoping that one of them would be willing to get their souls corrupted tonight, especially those with the rings.

When he joined Changbin once again, he had already finished a bottle.

"Damn, Changbin! You're acting like you're a brokenhearted teenager! What has gotten into you, man?"

"Leave me alone, Minho. You're just drinking to forget what we have going on back there."

"Do you really have to remind me about that now? You're such a mood killer."

Changbin turned his chair around before hooping off of it. He then dragged Minho to the second floor of the club, where there were less people, and the volume of the music was tolerable.

"Hey, come on now. I was dancing with those gorgeous people down there!"

"I just want to check on you. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, Changbin. I'm having the best days of my life." Minho answered sarcastically, with Changbin rolling his eyes in response.

"I'm just worried, okay? Before I came here I thought Satan was sending his minions again because I passed by a group of demons. I heard they were on a hunt for an angel."

"Yeah, they're always on a hunt. That's all they can do."

"That's true. Poor angel, I wonder what kind of angel lives on the 8th street for that many demons to hunt them down."

Suddenly, there were high pitched screams from the ladies behind the two as Minho dropped his glass, shattering it into pieces when he realized that he knew exactly who it was.

He quickly pulled out his wallet and gave it to Changbin, before rushing to the other exit of the club, spreading out his wings as he rushed to Jisung's house.

Jisung.

Minho had been so preoccupied with everything that he almost forgot about his friend. He remembered how Jisung said he'd bake him something once he gets back and he had already been back for a week, but he hasn't visited Jisung at least once.

And now he's rushing against time, hoping that he's fast enough to save him once more.

As he landed in front of the demons in front of Jisung's door, Minho could feel the rage in his body as he grabbed one of the demons, letting them see the literal fire in his eyes as he growled in his demonic voice.

"I'm giving you three seconds to step away from this house.

"General! It's Satan's words that we—"

Minho didn't waste any time making the demon perish in his own hands before throwing his lifeless body away.

"Now, your friend didn't listen to me. I said three seconds."

The demons were instantly dispersed, going into different directions as Minho made his way into Jisung's house.

He went straight to Jisung's room, and there he found him.

Sleeping soundly, as he should, without the fear of demons being at his door just a few seconds ago.

Minho reverted back to his human form as he sat on the edge of Jisung's bed, causing the angel to wake up.

"Min...Minho? You're back." Jisung spoke, followed by a long yawn immediately.

"I am. I'm just checking on you. Go back to sleep now."

Minho didn't know if Jisung still understood him as his eyes closed once again.

He let his fingers run along Jisung's hair, caressing his head so he'd be sound asleep while Minho's still there.

"I'm sorry I put your life in danger. It won't happen again." Minho said to himself, deciding to stay the whole night guarding Jisung.

This time, Minho had finally admitted to himself….

that he had fallen for Jisung.

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Chapter Text

Jisung woke up to the sound of clattering coming from outside his room.

He immediately got up when realization set in that he was supposed to be alone in his house, thinking that someone might have trespassed.

He grabbed his glasses and put them on, slowly walking towards the door to check what the commotion was about. Jisung slowly opened the door, and he actually wasn't expecting what he saw.

"Minho?"

The demon was busy in the kitchen, wearing Jisung's cat apron on, chopping something that Jisung didn't know what to call. In this view, he looked nothing like his personality. If Minho hadn't revealed himself to Jisung yet, it would never come across his mind that he's one of the creatures he's supposed to avoid.

Here he was just preparing a meal like all humans should, although Jisung didn't really know why he had to do it in his house.

Jisung put on his house slippers as he walked over to the chef in the morning.

"What are you doing here?"

"You didn't remember me coming in last night?"

"What? No, not really."

Did he come in last night? Jisung couldn't remember.

He did feel like he dreamt of a man caressing his hair, but he doubted that it would be Minho.

"I came here because there were demons trying to get in here last night."

"Wait, what? Is there an attack again?"

"Not really, maybe they just want to take advantage of you."

Jisung could sense that there should be something more to it. Minho looked... too serious. Even though he was cooking, his eyes seemed to have been spacing out, like there was something bothering him, and the way he talked to Jisung felt cold.

"Well, I'm glad you got here on time!" Jisung played off, hoping that it would somehow lighten up the mood. "Where did you get those things, though? I didn't have them in my fridge."

"I stole them."

"Minho!"

"I bought them."

"Well, that's nice." Jisung walked over to his kitchen table, resting his head on it as he still felt a little sleepy, his glasses shifting to the sides so he decided to take them off.

"Yeah, I used the cash in your wallet."

"Hey!"

"What do you expect me to do? Cook you something and spend my own money?"

"Then you shouldn't have cooked me anything."

Jisung was expecting Minho to come back with an insult or a snarky comment like he always did, but he just continued with his kitchen tasks. Jisung decided to let it go as he went back to his room to put his glasses back on its case. He then went on to washing his face and brushing his teeth, letting Minho go commando in the kitchen.

When Jisung got back in the kitchen, Minho was sitting on one of the chairs, waiting for what he was cooking to boil.

Jisung took the seat opposite to him, and noticed that he was stressed based on his looks alone.

"How was the visit to hell?"

"Just like the place...it was hell."

"Is it worse?"

Jisung felt sad when Minho sighed and ignored his question as he got up to check on the dish.

Indeed, he was a demon, but to Jisung, who had been around him for quite a while, him acting like this was something that he really didn't expect. He's used to the teasing and the chaotic energy that surrounded him whenever they were together, but now, he seemed so out of it that it worried the angel.

Minho turned off the stove and then he started removing Jisung's apron, hanging it back in place.

"The food's already cooked. You can eat now."

"Wait, aren't we sharing this together?"

"No, I'm not hungry. I need somewhere to be."

"But M—"

A gust of wind had stated that Minho had already disappeared into the wind, leaving Jisung alone in his apartment, confused, but with good food left behind.

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"I just don't know why he's acting that way. Maybe something big is going on down there."

"Jisung, the first time we've seen each other for a long time...and you're telling me that you've been hanging out with a demon….again??"

Jisung was in a cafe with his friend, Felix, who he hadn't seen in a long time because he was working in a different country. He was the only one that he could trust with these kinds of conversations, and despite his reaction, Jisung knew that Felix wouldn't do anything to harm them both.

"He's really nice, I promise! He saved me from a lot of demons before."

"Yeah, because he's a general! Didn't you hear that they're very respected down there? Of course demons would be scared to mess with him."

"That still wouldn't change my opinion about Minho."

Jisung was surprised when Felix almost choked on his drink, glaring at him after he had recovered, like he said something wrong.

"You're talking about...General Minho?!" Felix managed to say in between his coughs.

"Yeah, do you know him?"

"Do I know him? Isn't he notorious when it comes to killing angels?"

"But he still hasn't killed me, so I don't see your point."

"You know how humans raise animals until they're old enough to be butchered? What if he's doing you like that?"

"Felix, like I said he's not like that!"

Jisung saw how Felix seemed to be taken aback by the sudden raise on his voice.

Many angels know Minho, he's like a household name to them because he was really deemed dangerous even to warrior angels. But to Jisung, he believed that the only reason why he did that was because demons were getting killed as well, and as a general from hell, he acted accordingly.

This was the reason why he was so against everyone killing each other. If no demons killed angels, and no angels killed demons, it would all be just a peaceful working environment for all of them.

They could even do what he and Minho did with the little competition they had on who corrupted or healed souls more.

"I'm sorry... it's just...you don't understand, Felix. He killed for me. He killed demons to protect me. Have you ever seen an angel do that?"

"Jisung...that only makes things worse." Felix replied, putting his coffee down as he leaned towards the table, hoping to help his friend realize what he was messing with. "Don't you think this kind of thing hasn't reached hell yet? What if Minho doing that was the reason why you're being attacked by demons? And that's why he can't leave your side because he feels guilty?"

"No... that's not...no... you're wrong." Jisung hated how in his mind, Felix made so much sense. But he refused to believe it.

Because if he did, he didn't want to think that Minho was suffering because of their friendship. He didn't want to assume that Minho was acting that way in his house because he was stressed about that fact, and the reason why he stayed inside was to guard him.

He didn't want to be an inconvenience to his friend.

"Jisung... they're demons. It happens. I really couldn't care less if you're being stupid again, hanging out with demons, but his role in hell is just so important that you're in a dangerous game right now."

"There's nothing wrong with it, Felix. I promise. I'm gonna talk to him and I'll ask about it, but I know he's just worried about things down there."

"Suit yourself. Anyway, I'm gonna go soon, I have to hang out with some angels that at least are keeping their lives safe."

"Do I know them?"

"Nope!"

Jisung sat in his office, staring blankly at the wall. He was still thinking about Felix's words.

Sure, it could be just about the thing with Satan that he had mentioned before, but there was still a big possibility that it could be more than that.

The way that Minho avoided his questions that morning, and didn't act the way he usually did, he was feeling anxious that there's actually a chance that it was about their friendship.

If that was the case, Jisung didn't know what he'd to help Minho.

The only plausible thing was to end their friendship, but Minho had been in Jisung's life for quite a while that he grew attachment on him, and it's not in Jisung's nature to actually end bonds, apparent with the way that he still kept on trying to befriend demons despite almost getting murdered because of them.

And Minho wasn't just like any other demon.

He had rational thoughts about the division between angels and demons despite killing many of them. It may not make sense to the others, demons and angels alike, but Jisung knew that Minho just did what he had to do.

No matter how powerful or weak, they were all just subordinates taking orders from their rulers. They really couldn't decide on things. Even if what they think was right, maybe wrong to the eyes of the others because that wasn't the orders they were supposed to follow.

"You seem to be in a really deep thought. Should I come back later?"

Jisung blinked a few times to actually realize that Minho had been standing in front of him for quite a while and yet he hadn't noticed.

"Oh! Minho... I'm sorry, I just...can you sit down for a second? I need to ask you something."

"I didn't know I went into an interview but, okay. Just don't give me a diagnosis or I'll make you drink four bottles of vodka."

"No, I won't."

Minho finally settled down in front of Jisung, taking the seat that his patients were on.

"Minho, please tell me honestly...why were you in my house that day?"

"I told you, I saw demons lurking at your house so I decided to shoo them away and stop by."

"You're lying."

"Didn't I tell you not to diagnose me?"

"Minho, I'm not, but I want you to be honest with me. Am I…" Jisung paused, reading the room to see if he would be fine saying this right now, "Am I in danger because of you?"

Minho didn't answer. He didn't give a reaction either. He just stared at Jisung like there was some dirt on his face that he needed to get rid of.

Jisung decided to continue. "Is this the reason why there are demons chasing me?"

"No. Who the fuck told you that?!"

"I just assumed that it was. Are you sure?"

"Jisung, if you're not going to believe me because I'm a demon that is capable of lying all the time then this conversation is over." Minho got up, but Jisung caught his clothes with his fingers before he could completely disappear from him.

"I'm just worried that you're putting your life in danger because of me!"

"I am not — hey... now why the fuck are you crying?!"

Jisung let go of Minho's shirt as he wiped his tears, he didn't even know why he was crying, maybe because of the thought that Minho might actually bail on him because of how he was acting.

"I just...I was worried about you. You've been gone for weeks, and when you came back you were acting weird."

"Because I cooked for you?"

"Because you wouldn't tell me anything...it felt like you were hiding something very important that involved me."

Jisung slumped back down on his chair, trying to regain his composure, with Minho sitting back down as well.

"I just didn't want to burden you with all the hell stuff that was going on, Jisung. You're an angel, so there's really no need for you to be stressed with all that stuff."

"But we're friends...and I don't know how I'll help with whatever you're dealing with but I'll do my best."

"Okay, just...just don't fucking cry on me again. I only make people cry in bed."

"Why would you do that?"

Jisung could sense the annoyance on Minho's features as he asked the question, as if expecting him to actually know the answer to it.

"As I was saying, I went back to hell to make a deal with Satan, but he didn't agree. Now I'm backed up against a wall because I can't convince the other demons with my stance."

"Well, what is your stance?"

"For Satan not to continue his plans against the heavens. He's planning a war. I'm pretty sure some humans have actually predicted it before. I gotta hand it to those people."

"A….war?"

Jisung couldn't seem to wrap his head around what Minho just said.

A war basically meant that there could only be one winner between the realms, because they knew very well who they served, and they both knew that these rulers wouldn't back down on a fight.

It basically meant that whoever wins the fight, gets to keep everyone in their spectrum, but to the losing one, everyone would be eliminated.

And if these were to happen, Jisung and Minho's relationship wouldn't be able to exist once the war's over.

"Didn't you hear what I said? Yeah, a war. And I'm in a conflict, because whoever wins the fight, I'm going to die."

"But why?"

"If your side wins, they're going to eradicate hell for good. If my side wins, Satan's still going to kill me and my demons for not siding with them during the fight."

"That's…. unfortunate."

"It is, and even if we do join Satan, I'm pretty sure most of my demons will die during the fight."

Jisung didn't know how he could help Minho at that point. He didn't even know if he was qualified to give advice right now.

He was at a loss, and he knew that Minho was, too. Silence began taking over their conversation, and Jisung didn't know how he'd remedy that.

"Jisung," Minho suddenly said, pulling Jisung out of his own trance, "you don't need to think deeply about it. This is my call, not yours."

"But—"

"Just leave it to me, okay? I'll go back to hell if I see a need to, but right now, I'm staying here. I missed fucking with humans so much."

Jisung decided to let it go for now, because Minho was right, it was his call, and no matter how much the angel knocked on his brain for ideas, he never got any, making it harder for him to continue the talk.

"If you say so. Just, talk to me if you need anything."

"Sure thing, angel."

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"Sure thing, angel."

Minho was fascinated to see how Jisung suddenly blushed from the name, when he literally just called Jisung for what he was.

He would've understood better if it was a human reacting to it because he'd done the flattery a thousand times just for him to get loyal partners into cheating ones.

Maybe Jisung was indeed more of a human rather than an angel at this point.

A sudden surge of energy had Minho's admiration cut off as he stood up and blocked Jisung with his body, thinking that it might be another demon that Satan sent.

What emerged in front of his eyes was far from a demon though, but Minho still knew exactly what he was.

He had killed a lot of his kind in the past.

A warrior angel.

Their blades are so powerful that just one slice of it would put an end to even the powerful demons.

Minho had never lost a fight between these angels, because if he had, he would have been dead by now. Warrior angels were the reason why demons couldn't take over the land, because despite their uselessness during the last attack, they're still very ferocious with demons that they'd kill anyone in sight.

Including him.

"Chan, what are you doing here?" Minho heard Jisung ask the lad in front of them.

He was a little shorter than Minho in human size, he had light colored hair, and even though his features are somehow soft, his gaze was intimidating.

"I wanted to check on you, but now I think I deserve more answers."

Minho rolled his eyes, judging the new addition to the room. He recognized him somewhere, and he wanted to remember where it was, until it clicked to him that he was one of the men that Jisung was with in the picture frame that was on his nightstand.

"He's harmless! I swear!" Minho watched as Jisung went out of his desk and stood in front of him, spreading his arms apart as if to cover and shield him from the warrior angel.

"Don't worry about me, Jisung. Worry about your little friend. I'm sure I'm gonna have fun ripping him to pieces."

"Minho! He's my friend! You can't do that!"

"And I'm not your friend?" Minho scoffed, with Jisung trying to turn his head around to look at him, pissed at the situation they were in.

"Why would Jisung be friends with you? You're a demon."

"Hey, fucker. Why don't you ask your friend then, if I was the first demon he befriended. Spoiler alert, I'm not."

Minho could see the confusion in the visitor's eyes, pacing his eyes from him to Jisung and then back to him, back and forth as he tried to make sense of the situation.

"Minho...I think you need to leave. I'm gonna have a conversation with Chan."

"No, Jisung! We're not doing that!" Chan complained, stepping forward towards Minho but Jisung held his ground. "We can't let him get away! He's killed so many of us!"

"Chan, please. I'm gonna tell you everything, but Minho will have to go."

"What are you even going to do? Stop me? I'll stop your existence before you do that."

Chan was about to attack Minho when Jisung stepped in, stopping his friend as much as he could.

"Minho, just go! Please!"

Even though Minho didn't really want to leave Jisung's office, he still did what he was told, leaving the two behind.

Lost, confused, and a little angered with what happened, Minho decided to spend the day just flying around, hoping that an idea would hit, an answer would just pop up from anywhere.

At this point, it felt like he was asking for a sign from God, and Minho didn't know what to feel about that.

Should he ask for a Satan's sign instead?

He tried so hard not to let more of his stress take over him.

Things were starting to get serious, and he had to make decisions for a lot of demons as well. He shouldn't let his feelings interfere with his decisions. He needed to have his head straight in order to do the right thing.

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"Now, tell me why is a demon casually hanging out in your office like that? Not to mention he's the general of a deadly sin!"

"I know all about that, Chan. You don't need to tell me twice."

"Then answer my question."

Jisung sighed as he went back to his desk, sitting down on his chair and fixing his glasses, trying to come up with the best explanation for his friend.

"He's a friend, Chan. I know it doesn't sound right, but you have to trust me, he really is my friend."

"Jisung, an angel and a demon can't be friends."

"Says who? Everything in the universe was created by God, demons included. So why can't we?"

"See! He has corrupted your mind!"

"He did not. Don't raise your voice at me, please." Jisung warned, making Chan step back a bit, noticing that he was speaking a bit louder to his friend.

"I have had this mindset ever since I was created, Chan. You just chose to ignore it after all these years, thinking that it will change. But I still stand with it. If our creator, God himself, is as powerful and knowing as we all perceive him to be, then wouldn't he be able to understand the point I'm trying to make?"

"Jisung, you better stop this madness. You're questioning God for a mere demon?"

Jisung slammed his hands on the table as he stood up, glaring at his friend as he struck a nerve.

"No, Chan. The one you're calling a mere demon is the one that had repeatedly saved my life from his own kind because apparently, there's a scarcity of warrior angels guarding Earth."

"We were settling things up in heaven." Chan said with a blank expression, hiding the fact that he felt ashamed with how true Jisung's statement was, also how he brought up that a demon had been saving him.

"And while you're all busy with that, Minho has been killing his own kind for me."

"He can kill his own kind. That only means that he can kill angels easier because we're enemies."

"Chan, if you're not willing to listen to me, can you please just go? Go back to heaven and talk about your possible steps on how to stop the war, or whatever that is."

"A war?" Chan stepped forward, his eyebrows meeting as he tried to make sense of what Jisung just said. "What war? Human war?"

"I'm not the one you should be asking for that matter, Chan."

"Then who?"

"The mere demon that just flew away." Jisung ended his words sarcastically, before walking past his friend, leaving Chan alone in the office, contemplating whether he should go back to heaven to report what Jisung had been doing, or find out what the war was about.

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Minho put his black leather jacket back on as the breeze began to hit his body. Maybe he was used to the warm temperature back in hell, and maybe Jisung was right.

He giggled to himself as he took another sip of his beer, the beer that he stole from a stranger whose soul had already been corrupted by tens and hundreds of demons.

"I'm trying to get your revenge early, big guy." Minho said as he lifted the beer up in the sky, as if cheering towards God. "In human terms, they call it a taste of their own medicine."

Minho rolled his eyes as he felt a strong presence land behind him. He turned around and threw the bottle as fast as he could, with the figure dodging it like it wasn't a challenge.

"Oh, it's you." Minho said with no energy, when he realized that it was Jisung's friend from before. "What the fuck do you need?"

"Why are you friends with Jisung? Is he your trophy angel?"

"Trophy angel? What the fuck are you on about?! You think we befriend angels for fun? You got trophy demons on your side?"

Minho laughed at Chan when he couldn't give an answer to the demon's question.

"Hey, bud. Just a piece of advice, leave Jisung alone. You all got some pretty shitty angels down here, worry about them first."

"You have no right to judge angels like that. You know nothing about our world."

"And you know nothing about hell. Want me to take you there….uhhh...Chan, your name is Chan, right? You know well that you won't stand against me even with your angel's blade."

"Then tell me about this war that Jisung mentioned."

Minho clicked his tongue, of course, Jisung would reveal that to his friend. He gave Chan no answer, keeping his mouth shut and letting Chan wait for nothing.

"Fine. It's not going to be a problem if I report Jisung's behavior with the evaluators from above, right? It wouldn't be a problem to you if he was sent back to heaven to be disciplined, right?"

For the first time in their conversation, Minho looked straight in Chan's eyes, boring holes into his body, and it was Chan's turn to smirk and chuckle at him for the lack of response.

"I will not tell you how angels are disciplined up there for these types of acts, but I can guarantee you that he won't be going back to Earth."

"It's disgusting how you can sacrifice your friend just because you wanted some fucking gossip, considering you're an angel." Minho spat, hopping off the rail to move towards the angel that disturbed his peace.

"It's not a sacrifice if Jisung doesn't matter to you."

"Oh, because demons are incapable of feelings? Your textbook is outdated, pal."

"You can keep making fun of me or you can tell me what this war is about. If you want to keep Jisung safe, then you better tell me now."

"Fine, I guess heaven doesn't have any reporters up there that can tell you what's going on, anyway."

Minho told Chan everything that he needed to know. From Satan's plan, to him changing it at the last minute, and how Hell was still divided whether they support it or not. He left out a few details concerning him and Jisung, because he believed that it would only make the situation worse for them if Chan knew that Jisung had been an eye candy for the demons lately.

"So, yeah. If you want to save your kingdom and the humans, then you better get your shit together. What is up with you guys letting your lower ranked angels get killed anyway?? Irresponsible pieces of shits."

"Oh, and you're responsible because you're doing your jobs?"

"Making them sin and killing angels? Yeah. I am. And you're welcome for the fact that I saved your friend out there."

Minho kept a straight face when Chan charged towards him, pointing a finger on his chest, his eyes flaring as he warned Minho.

"When I come back here, Jisung better be alive. If something happens to him, I'm going to make sure that you're going to pay for it."

"The fuck are you talking about? Do your jobs so he'll be safe. What am I? His bodyguard?" Minho teased, laughing when he saw that he only made the angel more annoyed at him.

Chan didn't say another word, instead, Minho had to shield his eyes from the dust that went his way when Chan released his bright yellow wings.

He hated them. He always hated warrior angels because of that. As a demon who had embraced darkness all his life, the brightness of their wings always irritated him, much more so that it was an annoying one wearing it.

He even thought that it was a stupid idea, because warrior angels were supposed to be stealth, but no, with their blinding wings, every demon would spot them even from afar, giving them the chance to flee before they could catch them.

"What are they being so flashy about?" Minho asked himself as Chan slowly disappeared in his sight.

Minho was about to fly away as well when he saw Jisung coming his way, his blue wings replacing the yellow tones that stayed in Minho's eyes for a few seconds.

He sighed when Jisung landed in front of him, remembering how he spoiled the underworld drama to his angel friend.

"Why did you tell him?" Minho started, putting his hands in his leather jacket's front pockets.

"I'm sorry. I know it was wrong. I just...I didn't want him to hurt you, but I also didn't want you to hurt him."

When Jisung looked up to him, Minho quickly averted his gaze. He was supposed to be mad, but when Jisung looked like that, his glassy eyes making him feel bad for even thinking of getting mad at him, it was hard for Minho.

"It's... it's alright. Maybe with the heavens knowing, they can move first so Satan would not have enough power to fight against your realm."

Minho side eyed Jisung for a quick second, checking his reaction if it comforted him a bit, and a wave of relief hit him when he saw Jisung loosening up.

"That's good to hear. I'm just glad that Chan didn't hurt you."

"Jisung, Chan wouldn't last a minute with me. I'd make the hellhounds party over his body in a snap."

"Minho! Don't say that, he's still my friend."

"What am I then?" Minho asked, raising an eyebrow at the angel.

"You're the same! Don't make me choose between you two!"

Minho laughed when Jisung started punching his chest, like it was meant to hurt.

Why can't all angels be like him? Minho asked himself, unsure why their God couldn't just produce angels with the same quality as Jisung, because he's the perfect angel for humanity. 

Minho thought that humanity should be thankful that Jisung became a low ranked angel so he could serve them and make their world better.

Thinking about it reminded Minho of Chan's words a few minutes ago, about how they could get summoned back to heaven for disciplinary actions.

"Hey, is it true that if your superiors up there heard of you being friends with me you will be forced to go back there?"

"Well...yeah, but don't worry! I trust Chan. He won't tell them. I'm sure of it."

"Then that's good to know."

"Why? Are you going to miss me?" Jisung teased, smiling at Minho and waiting for his reaction.

Maybe both of them expected Minho to say something sassy or sarcastic, to give Jisung back the teasing that he was doing.

But Minho did none of that, instead, he let out a huge sigh before reaching out for Jisung's hands, holding them with his own hands, feeling the soft fabric of his sweater with his fingers.

"Yes, I will miss you, and most of all, I will be concerned about you."

"I...what?"

Minho let go of Jisung's hands, not answering the confusion that had boiled inside the angel's mind, spreading his red wings as he walked away from Jisung.

"Minho!" Jisung ran after him, pulling him by the hands, not wanting to let the demon go as he was puzzled with the sudden change of his mood.

"Where are you going?"

"I am going to fix something."

"Are you going back to hell?"

"Yeah."

Minho felt Jisung's hold on him tighten, and worry began to occupy his bright eyes. "You'll be back, right?"

"I will."

Minho watched Jisung's smile form on his face, with him loosening his grip on his hands.

Why was he so perfect, Minho wouldn't understand. He just might be the most valuable creation that God had made with how beautiful Jisung was made, inside and outside.

Minho couldn't ignore his feelings anymore, especially when he had accepted the fact that he was getting more and more attached to the angel for reasons that shouldn't have existed in the first place.

His impulse took over him as he leaned forward, closing his eyes, waiting for the feeling of Jisung's lips against his.

In the middle of the stressful situation they both had entered, the moment felt perfect for him, and he could only hope that it was the same for Jisung.

Minho had kissed countless times before, but only this time, it felt right. With Jisung, Minho could swear that he wouldn't kiss any other person in exchange for the opportunity to do it again with him.

The kiss lasted for a few seconds, with Minho breaking it as he pulled away. For a quick second, he noticed that Jisung's eyes were closed as well.

Minho let his hand wander to Jisung's cheeks, his thumb rubbing on the flesh of his puffy cheeks, smiling to himself as he finally felt it, and it was just as he expected, very soft, that he had to hold back from pinching him hard.

As soon as Jisung's eyes opened, that was Minho's cue to leave, looking back at him as he touched his lips, still assessing what just happened back there.

Minho would have loved to give Jisung more context, but he had to go, facing his problems back home again.

He promised himself that he'd tell Jisung everything when he's done in hell.

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"General! You're back early." Hyunjin greeted as he saw Minho walking fast towards his private room.

"Come with me. Do you have any updates with the task that I left you with?"

"I...do." Hyunjin answered, and the pause already made Minho aware of what he was about to hear.

"Okay. Shut the doors, and report to me your findings."

Hyunjin did as he was told, making sure that no one would be eavesdropping in their conversation as Hyunjin gave out all the details that Minho needed.

His suspicions were right, and he didn't feel happy about it, but he had no time to deal with it at the moment, because other than Hyunjin's update, he had bigger news to deliver.

"I came back here to announce something, but I'm gonna tell you and Changbin first about it so you can prepare yourselves."

"What is it, General?"

"We're going to start a rebellion against Satan."

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Chapter Text

"Where is he?"

"He's inside, but he said he's going back to Earth in a bit."

"Fucking hell!"

Changbin kicked the door open, finding Hyunjin and Minho talking. He went straight towards his friend, grabbing him by the arms and pushing him as hard as he could, making Minho stumble and fall backwards.

"You're gonna come back here to announce that we're fighting Satan?! What the fuck is this all about?!"

Minho got up, looking up to Hyunjin, to which the demon understood what he wanted to say.

Hyunjin left them and decided to close the doors, he knew just how violent these two were when it came to fights.

"Can you tell me what the actual fuck is going on?!"

"Only if you're willing to listen. I can't talk and explain everything only for you to invalidate my reasoning because you're mad."

"Damn right, I am! That's the most stupid thing I've heard, Minho! How the fuck can you win against Satan?"

Minho went back to his throne, leaving Changbin at the bottom of the stairs that led to it. He hung his head low, exhaling loudly as he tried to give Changbin a piece of his mind.

"Tell me, Changbin. Do you have a better idea?"

"You got shitty options, Minho but you chose the wrong one. I would've just accepted Satan's offer to side with him!"

"I can make this work, Changbin! You have to trust me!"

"Fuck you!" Changbin screamed loudly, his voice echoing around the room. "Do you know why no one rebels with Satan? Because he's the most powerful here! You cross his path and we're all dead!"

"Then tell me what the fuck should I do!!"

This time, it was Minho's voice, reverberating across the halls. He looked down at his friend with so much anger, but so was Changbin's face for him.

They were both mad, Changbin to Minho, and Minho to himself. They both knew that this situation had gone dire, but none of them could really think of a choice that they wouldn't have to sacrifice their demons. Each option that they had would bring casualties to their side.

"Tell me, honestly, Minho. Are you doing this because of that angel? The one you told me to spy on before?"

"Don't you dare put him in this conversation, Changbin."

"Why? Because it's true? Is that why you're in such a rush to go back there so you can spend some time with him and neglect everyone here?" Changbin snarked.

He watched as Minho stood up and charged him, grabbing him by the neck with his horns almost piercing Changbin's eyes.

"I am not neglecting people here, and this decision had nothing to do with Jisung. This was all me, and if Jisung played a part in this, he made me realize that it was the only option I have."

"If you're going to kill me then do it now. You have your Jisung to keep you company, anyway."

"Do not test me, Changbin." Minho growled, letting his friend go and ignoring the fact that he had fallen on the floor. "That decision is final, and I won't be changing it. I will talk to the other generals when I come back. If you don't want to support me, then I'm not going to force you."

Changbin got up, brushing his clothes off before looking back up to Minho, his eyes searching for any lies on Minho's face, but it looked like he was indeed telling the truth.

Something that most demons don't practice.

"I just hope you're making the right decision here, Minho. I don't want you regretting it when it's too late. We can't bring back what we've lost, remember that."

Changbin left his friend in deep wonder. He needed more time in gathering his thoughts, and Changbin needed space away from his friend. 

His other option was going back to the land of the living, but not for the humans.

It was the only place he could go to and not be too stressed about things, especially when he's there to meet a very special someone.

As soon as the door opened, a bright smile welcomed him, accompanied by a kiss and a tight embrace.

"Hi! I didn't know you'd be back in such a short time."

"I had a fight with Minho, that's why."

Changbin made his way to his beloved's bedroom, dragging him along.

"Is it something serious?"

"He wanted to rebel against Satan. He said that it was our best choice."

"Then why are you mad?"

"I just think that it's an excuse for him to protect his angel crush or whatever they are right now."

"Changbin…" the other man spoke, getting up from the bed to look down on the demon, "Aren't you being hypocritical at this point? You're getting mad at Minho for defending an angel when you're dating one."

"It's different, Felix!"

"What's different? Tell me." Felix crossed his arms, raising a brow at his boyfriend.

Changbin couldn't help but resist the angel in front of him. Bright eyes, blue hair, beautiful freckles, he still looked like how they met the first time, when he was just hanging out with the other demons, causing chaos when he saw Felix injured in an alleyway.

Changbin was supposed to end him that time, just like what other demons would've done, but his beauty had captivated the demon that instead of hurting him, he ended up taking care of the injured angel.

They knew that it was wrong, and hiding their relationship from their own kind was really difficult, especially with the powers that they're gifted, but they couldn't help themselves.

And here they were, years into their relationship and still in hiding.

"The difference is that Minho's a general who's in charge of a whole battalion while I'm just a weak demon."

"So you're telling me that Minho can't express his true feelings for someone just because he's a general? Are you really his friend at this point?"

"I am his friend! I'm just trying to be reasonable!"

"No, you're not! You should be the one helping him because you're the one who can relate to him the most! Gosh!"

Changbin watched as Felix walked out of his room, fuming and slamming the door shut.

Changbin buried his face in his hands, trying to make sense of everything that just happened. First, it was a fight with his best friend, and now it's a fight with his lover.

He laid back down on the bed, hoping that the white ceiling above him could provide him with answers to his problems.

"This is why…..you don't break the rules."

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"I know this is all too sudden, but this is our only chance of stopping this war. We won't be attacking alone because that would be stupid, but I want you all to know that I'm doing my best to get as many troops as I can to help us with this plan."

"But general! That sounds really dangerous!" One of the demons countered, with the other murmuring as they somehow agreed with the observation.

"It is, but we're fighting demons in this case, which we are more equipped for. Tell me, for all the low ranked demons, how are you planning to fight angels in the middle tier?"

No one gave an answer, and Minho was given silence and heads looking down on the floor.

"Exactly. We don't know how. And of course they're gonna target you guys first, and since you make up the majority of the demon population, the decrease in numbers would be drastic."

"General, do you really think that we can stand a chance against Satan?"

"I do. It may be a low chance, but I believe that Satan's too stupid to think that he actually has a chance of defeating the heavens when he doesn't. So before we get involved with the angels' wrath, we better do something to put a stop to his plan."

Minho waited for someone to second his plan, but no one dared to say anything. It felt like a lost cause, and if Minho couldn't make his demons agree with it, then how could he even convince the other sins and factions to join him?

He was about to step down on his throne when Hyunjin stepped up, bowing to Minho before giving a piece of his mind.

"I do think that whatever choice we decide on, there would be risks involved. If you are afraid of dying, wouldn't it be better for us to die by defending ourselves, than to have no choice but to perish?"

Minho let him continue, curious as to where he was going with it.

"I met the general hundreds of years ago back on Earth. It was supposed to be a normal night until one of the warrior angels spotted me. I thought I was strong enough to face them, but I thought wrong, and that was the night that Minho saved me from dying. To some of you who have never encountered them before, I'm just here to tell you that your life wouldn't even flash before your eyes. You'll be dead even before you can process things."

"That's true, and that's exactly what I'm getting at. Here in our world, you have demons that are weaker than you, and of course you'll fight against them. The stronger ones would have the responsibility of taking down the stronger ones."

After giving his word, Minho smiled at Hyunjin and thanked him. He knew that his subordinates would have second thoughts this time around because Hyunjin's one of the demons that they trust, too, other than Minho, Changbin and Seungmin.

"Again, I won't be forcing you to join this decision, but if you want to join us, now's the time to say it."

Minho's eyes went from left to right, looking for a reaction from the crowd. The demons were all exchanging glances, not a word had been spoken for the next minute.

There was nothing but the sound of their breathing until one demon in front knelt with one knee, and like domino, the others followed, Hyunjin included.

Minho smiled to himself, if only he wasn't so prideful not to shed tears, he would have, feeling touched over the unison that his demons showed.

"I'm going to make sure that we win this war, I promise."

"Are you going back, general?"

"Yeah, I just have a few things to fix, but I will come back after because I still need to talk to the others."

Hyunjin handed Minho his coat, with Minho putting it on, and afterwards, giving a pat on Hyunjin's shoulder.

"Hey, thank you for supporting me back there."

"General, I wouldn't do that if you didn't tell the truth. That was our best option, even if it sounded wrong."

"I thought you're just scared that I would beat your ass if you didn't do anything."

"Well….that too, of course."

Minho snickered at Hyunjin's honesty. He gave him another path before walking with him towards the barrier holder.

"By any chance, did you see Changbin?"

"Not really. I didn't think anyone would see him leave so I'm not entirely sure where he would've gone."

"That's true. Well, he's old enough to take care of himself anyway." Minho joked as he began to recharge the barrier again, keeping his demons safe inside the castle. The rebellion hasn't even started but they already had to take precautions like this. Minho could only imagine how much more they need to do just to protect everyone.

"That will hold up while I'm gone. Make sure that this is powered everyday, okay?"

"Yes, General. I will take note of that."

"Thanks, Hyunjin. One last thing…" Minho fixed himself up, preparing himself to go back to Earth and settle things once and for all, "can you fetch Seungmin for me? I need him here."

"Of course, General. He'll be here when you get back."

"Have I told you that you're my favorite demon?"

They both laughed after Minho said that, but their laughs were uneasy, hiding a fear that they were both trying to hide.

They knew it, but they just didn't say anything about it.

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As soon as Minho resurfaced back to Earth, he went straight to Jisung's office. He was about to knock on the door until he heard Jisung's voice, wrapping up a session with his patient. Minho waited outside patiently, the wait somehow prepared him for what he was about to do or say.

"Thanks for the visit again, Mrs. Park. I hope everything goes well for you and your husband soon." Jisung spoke as he led the woman out the front door.

Minho hid his face with his arm, casually putting his hand against the wall to conceal his face because he knew the woman, definitely one of the people he had slept with in the past.

"And what can I do for you, Minho? Are you here for a session, too?"

Minho slowly put his arm down, whistling and trying to play off the heavy atmosphere around them. He walked past Jisung without saying a word, walking over to his couch like he was just stopping by.

"Did you know that I used to sleep with that woman? She keeps complaining about her husband's small dick."

"I didn't, but now I do, so thank you for the unnecessary information."

"You're welcome." Minho shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to act cool and pretend like he wasn't feeling awkward at all.

Why would he? He just kissed Jisung before he went back to hell, leaving the angel confused as to why he did that without any explanation.

"How is hell?" Jisung asked as he went back to his desk, writing his diagnosis on his patient while waiting for Minho to answer.

Minho on the other hand didn't expect the question. He was thinking that Jisung would ask him first about the kiss, or maybe he moved on from that already.

"Well, we've come to an agreement, and I'm actually glad that they received it well. We didn't have to decapitate each other, which we usually do when we're coming up with these decisions."

"That's good to know."

And there was nothing else. The elephant in the room was surely ignored at the moment, and Minho was somehow confused that Jisung wasn't addressing the biggest issue that he left him with.

"Aren't you going to ask me about something?"

"What's that? I think I've asked enough for today."

"Like….why did I kiss you?"

Jisung removed his glasses and put his pen down, looking straight at Minho with a proud smile. "Yeah, but I just wanted you to bring it up."

"Fucker! I'm out of here!" Minho stood up and started walking over to the door, feeling a little embarrassed. Jisung ran up to him as fast as he could, stopping him in his tracks.

"Minho! Come on, I was just messing with you! Let's talk. I'll listen."

Jisung turned Minho around, and for the first time, Minho could feel the heat creeping up his face, and by the way Jisung looked at him, he was sure that it was obvious.

Curse this human body.

"Well, I don't know what I'm going to say. What do you want to know?"

"You just said it a while ago. Why did you kiss me?"

Minho wished that he could just go back to hell again and come back when he's sure that he's ready for this question, because he sure wasn't. He could even feel his whole body heating up, not because of sexual desires, but because of shyness.

"I...I guess I like you. And before you make fun of me, I'm warning you that you better not do it because I would be mad."

"Minho, why would I make fun of you? Hey," Jisung held Minho by the cheeks, and the demon felt the warmest touch to ever hit his skin, not even the fires of hell could compare to how warm he felt with Jisung's touch, "I'm so glad you're saying your true feelings right now. And I'm happy that you told me about it."

Minho watched as Jisung reached out for his hands, holding them gently onto his as if they were already in the stage of saying their vows.

"I know you're in a very difficult position right now. If there's anything I can do to help you, please tell me, Minho. Okay?"

"O...kay."

He didn't know where Jisung was going with it. They were holding hands and nothing more, just Jisung being angelic again but nothing was spoken about his feelings towards Minho.

"I'm confused, are you rejecting me ri—"

Minho didn't get to finish his sentence as Jisung leaned forward, doing the exact same thing that he did before he left, only this time, Jisung had no intentions of running away. 

It was apparent with how he let go of Minho's hands so he could put it around his neck, deepening the kiss and pulling Minho closer to him.

Minho couldn't believe that it was happening, other than the fact that Jisung just confirmed that he likes him, too, Minho didn't expect him to be a good kisser.

He placed his arms on Jisung's side, holding him gently as he melted into the kiss, letting Jisung lead their mouths together.

If Minho didn't have anything going on, he would've considered his life to be perfect.

Here he was kissing the angel that he had been protecting. Just them in the four corners of his office, sharing an intimate moment together, not a care to the chaotic world that they have.

As they pulled away, Jisung immediately hid on Minho's chest, squealing like a teenager who just had their first kiss with their crush.

"Are... you okay?"

"No... I'm shy."

Minho laughed, glad that he wasn't the only one feeling that. Even with Jisung's expertise in kissing, he still was shy because he did it with Minho.

"Well, you don't have to be. I'm just surprised that you have kissed someone before."

"Me?" Jisung finally looked up, and it took a lot of determination for Minho not to coo at him and pinch him hard with how cute he looked. "You are my first kiss."

"You're lying."

"I'm not!"

"Then how the fuck are you so good at it?"

"Was I good?" Jisung's eyes twinkled with the implied compliment Minho had with his question, that the demon definitely missed.

"No, I'm just kidding. You were terrible at it."

"Minho! You're so mean."

"May I remind you that I'm from hell?"

"I know that, but you shouldn't be mean to the one you like."

Well, Minho was caught off guard with that. He quickly avoided Jisung's eyes, hiding the fact that he was blushing again, even if Jisung could see it very well.

"Come on, you sly demon. Let's go grab coffee and then you can tell me everything."

Jisung turned off everything in his office, before locking it up and dragging Minho to their usual coffee shop, while Minho followed like a lost puppy, trailing behind Jisung the whole time, not wanting him to see the idiotic smile that he wore for a long time, admiring Jisung's way of life.

He thought to himself that he might just be the first whipped general from hell because of an angel with the puffy cheeks and perfect personality.

Not just the first, but the one and only.

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"Hey, it's Changbin! Hey! Wanna be lustful tonight? I have the perfect person for you!"

Changbin smiled and signed 'no' to the demon that offered him that. He wasn't in the mood for that. He wasn't in the mood for anything.

When he finally got the energy to stand up and talk to Felix, he was already gone, and Changbin didn't have any idea where he could be.

He left Felix's apartment and started walking around the city, letting his feet guide him to wherever, Changbin didn't have any particular place in mind.

A familiar face suddenly caught his peripheral vision. By the glass windows of the coffee shop, he saw Minho, with a man, and Changbin's eyes could tell him that he was the angel that Minho had been spending time with.

Jisung.

They were laughing, no, it looked like Minho was the only one laughing while Jisung was sulking. Changbin had seen Minho laugh countless times, they've known each other for thousands of years so it wasn't surprising.

But this time, the way he laughed was different from what he had seen before. It looked like he had a glow in him, something really natural with the way his eyes disappeared while his shoulders jumped up and down, his body hitting the backrest of his chair as he continued to laugh, with Jisung telling him to stop.

He was happy, and he could tell that even with his pouting lips, the angel was, too.

Changbin would know, because they were like that, too, him and Felix, especially during the times when they were in the 'getting to know each other' stage, but they were more cautious. They would go to places that they know no one would dare to go. They had to keep it secret because Changbin didn't want Felix getting hurt, and that was the same for the angel.

Waves of regret began taking over Changbin's mind, remembering all the things that he said during his arguments with Felix and Minho. True, he was hypocritical, and although he just wanted Minho to be safe, it was wrong for him to make him feel that it was bad to fall in love with an angel, when he had been seeing one for years.

Minho looked so happy, and Changbin was glad that Jisung was there to make him feel better in the middle of the crisis that they were facing back in Hell.

Changbin decided to wait for Minho. He flew up to the top of the building across, concealing himself from all the humans as he transformed in his demon form.

The two stayed there for another half hour, and even though Changbin wanted to use the time to look for Felix, he chose to fix things first with Minho.

He had been an asshole, and he needed to do something about it.

As soon as they stepped out of the coffee shop, Changbin whistled, catching Minho's attention. His companion wouldn't be able to hear it, but Minho would, and he'd know that it's Changbin, too.

He watched as Minho hailed a taxi for Jisung so he could go home, bidding him goodbye before looking up to him. Changbin would be lying if he said that it didn't make him nervous.

He saw Minho turning into an alley, and just a second after, he was flying towards him, his gorgeous red wings complimenting the orange hue of the sunset in the background.

"I didn't know you were back here." Minho landed on the railing, standing and keeping his balance as he let both shoes touch the metal rails. He folded his wings, and did his usual thing of putting his hands inside his pocket.

"I didn't have time to tell you."

"You stormed away from me. Of course you wouldn't have any time to tell me."

"Look, I came here to say I'm sorry…" Changbin prepared himself for what he was going to inform Minho, a secret that he hid for years because he was scared, "and I'm also here to tell you something."

"Speak."

Changbin wasn't really used to the formal treatment. Usually he'd hear Minho talk to Hyunjin and Seungmin like that, but never to him, because they're best friends, but he understood why Minho was doing it.

"I'm here to confess something. I... have actually been dating an angel for a long time."

"I'm sorry...a what?!" Minho's tone couldn't hide the hundreds of emotions that he was feeling as he stepped down so he'd be face to face with Changbin. Confusion, frustration, annoyance… Minho couldn't choose what was stronger. "You're dating an angel?!"

"I'm sorry! I know I'm an asshole for doing that. I was a hypocrite…but I was just scared, Minho. You're a general and I'm technically a nobody compared to you. Everyone's eyes are on you, and I was worried that it could give a bigger trouble if it reaches the pits of hell."

Minho didn't give a response other than him facing the sky rather than his apologetic friend.

"For how long?"

"It's been two human years."

"Fucking hell, you sneaky bastard." Minho chuckled, but not because of amusement, rather of shock, and a hint of betrayal. "But I get your point, sure. I'm a general and Satan's spying on me all the time. I just expected more from someone that's experiencing the same fate as I am."

"I'm sorry, I know it's fucked up."

"What made you realize that, then?"

"I had a fight with Felix, the angel I'm seeing."

This time, Minho laughed harder, his eyes finally meeting Changbin's, pointing at him like he said something wrong.

"Felix? Felix?! What the fuck, dude? You're dating Jisung's best friend! Talk about a small world."

"They're best friends…?"

"I'm assuming you never asked about Felix's life. Tsk tsk tsk. What a lousy boyfriend. If you ask him who his friends are, you would've known Jisung by now."

It felt like Changbin just reached an epiphany. He wasn't just a bad friend, he had also been a bad boyfriend to Felix for not knowing almost everything about him other than he's an angel and the most beautiful thing that he laid his eyes on.

"You should be talking to him right now, actually. He's your boyfriend, not me."

"I didn't want you getting mad at me, Minho. I know how much shit you're dealing with right now, and I don't wanna add up to it."

"You're not. I didn't get mad at you. You're the one who walked out, not me, stupid."

For the first time today, Changbin felt relieved. He smiled at Minho, to which he replied with a disgusted face, but then later on smiled back at him, reaching out a hand so they could shake it off.

"You should really look for your boyfriend right now. I still have to do some stuff here."

"I will."

Changbin spread his wings, this time it was his wings that complimented the dark sky. He had black, featherless ones, the usual demon wings, unlike Minho's which are very special. He didn't mind it though, since they both could fly anyway.

He started his course, looking for Felix in every corner that his eyes could see. He wanted to shout his name but then the others would be alerted that he was looking for an angel.

To his disappointment, Changbin's search yielded no positive results, so he decided to go back to Felix's house, hoping he could prepare something for him at least.

It looked like his plan was already ruined even before he started acting on it, when he saw Felix in the kitchen, whipping out fresh chocolate chip cookies from the oven, the smell instantly spreading all over the house.

"Hi, babe. Where did you go?"

"I went to the mall to grab ingredients for these cookies. How about you?" Felix spared no glances to Changbin, focusing on removing the cookies from the platter and into his glass tub.

"I talked to Minho, and I apologized," Changbin began to speak, walking over to where Felix was, giving him a warm embrace from behind, hoping that Felix would feel just how much he regretted everything that he said previously, "and I'm here to do the same thing. I'm sorry, Felix. I didn't mean for it to go this way."

"Changbin, let go of me."

"I won't. I still need to talk to you. Please, Felix. Just one more chance."

"No, you have to let go of me." Felix began pushing Changbin's grip downward so he could get out of his grip, and as much as Changbin wanted to tighten his hold, he didn't want to hurt Felix so he did what the angel requested.

"Thank you for letting go of me….so I can remove my apron and hang it here." Felix smiled at Changbin, and then laughed with his deep voice that the demon loved so much.

"I just know that you needed some time to think about what you did. I know you didn't mean it. Everything's stressful babe, and I'm sorry I was quite harsh, too."

"Gosh, why are you so fucking perfect, Felix?" Changbin questioned, his fond eyes locking their stares at Felix's beautiful orbs, giving him a soft kiss before hugging him tightly.

"I love you, Felix."

"I love you, too. Now, let's eat these cookies before they get cold."

"Hey...I actually have a question, babe. Do you know any Jisung?"

"Of course! He's my friend who likes to befriend demons. I'm actually surprised that he's still alive, you know."

"Huh." Changbin took a bite of the cookie, humming as the sweet flavor hit his taste buds. "This is really good! By the way, did you ever hear him talking abo—"

"Minho? Of course! And….I actually did the same thing as you."

"What?"

"Be a hypocrite. But before you speak, yes, I apologized to him just the other day. I was actually thinking the same thing as you. Minho's a general, so he's more likely to be in danger."

"That's true, but if there's one thing Minho's really good at, it's protecting what's important to him."

Changbin was sure of that. He could recall hundreds of examples of how Minho protected every one of his demons whenever they're in danger, him included.

He felt sorry for all the demons that would be sent to kill Jisung, because they'd meet their untimely deaths in the hands of Minho.

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"I'm glad you're back. The place hasn't been the same without your smartass comments."

"Just tell me that you miss me, Hyunjin. It's not like anyone's here to eavesdrop on us."

Hyunjin held Seungmin's hand and pulled him into a kiss, with Seungmin deepening it, pulling him by the waist and just letting themselves go. But Hyunjin had more control, pulling away from the kiss as he led Seungmin to their destination.

"Come on, don't act like that on me, Hyunjin. Don't tell me you're getting tired of me."

"It's not that, Seungmin. We just need to address something more important. Hell's being more hellish than before and we have to fix something."

Hyunjin stopped in his tracks as he powered the protective barriers surrounding the room that they were in, revealing to Seungmin exactly where they were in the castle.

"Why are we in the dungeons, Hyunjin?"

"Seungmin, I know that we have our feelings for each other, but," Hyunjin drew out his demon sword, his white, featherless wings in full display as he took his stance, fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall, "my loyalty to this castle cannot be destroyed, especially by a traitor like you."

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Chapter Text

"I don't remember anything like that."

"Thank you for your answer."

Hyunjin walked away from the guards, his feelings getting heavier at every passing moment.

He could still remember the mission that Minho gave him, and how it hurt him in a way that he didn't expect.

"I have a favor to ask that only you can do, Hyunjin, and I trust you on this."

Hyunjin leaned down so he'd be able to hear what Minho had to say, and his jaw grew slack as Minho gave out the details of his favor.

"I need you to verify Seungmin's claims for me. There might be something that we're missing here."

"General, you don't suppose that Seungmin lied to you. This isn't the case, right?"

Minho huffed, looking up to his trusted demon with sad eyes. "I'm sorry to say this, Hyunjin. I know you and Seungmin are really close, but I really need to check all the possibilities here."

"General, Seungmin wouldn't do such a thing. He's as loyal as me to you, if not more."

"Hyunjin, I know it's hard to accept it, but I have a feeling that Seungmin's weighing both options here, serving as spies to both parties and then choosing the one that would guarantee him more safety."

Hyunjin couldn't believe what he was hearing. Seungmin, a traitor? He didn't know if he was being biased because he and Seungmin are more than friends, but he did not expect that there would come a time that Minho would suspect him.

"But general—"

"Just do it, Hyunjin. This is for everyone around here." Minho's voice was firm, and it somehow gave a hint of authority that Minho didn't usually use, unless he really wanted someone to submit to him.

With a bit of hesitation, Hyunjin took his leave, bowing down before leaving Minho in his room.

Hyunjin had asked everyone that he could, even going inside Satan's lair undetected, just to see if anyone could support Seungmin's story, and as Minho feared, there was none, which only led to the deduction that Seungmin indeed made it up.

He did it to protect himself.

When Minho gave him the mission of bringing Seungmin back to their castle, Hyunjin knew that it would both be the easiest and the hardest mission for him.

Seungmin wouldn't suspect a thing, so he'd come with Hyunjin in a heartbeat, but also, he had to teach him a lesson for betraying their side, and that was something that Hyunjin couldn't bring his mind into.

It was even harder when Seungmin smiled at him as soon as he saw Hyunjin, running up to him to give him an embrace, murmuring sweet words in his ears as to how he missed him so much.

Hyunjin's mind was clouded with thoughts. If he could lie straight to Minho's face without even fearing for his life, that meant that he could do that to Hyunjin as well, and the white winged demon feared that maybe...Seungmin lied about his feelings as well.

As they went back to their castle, Hyunjin led them straight to the dungeons, where he had to face Seungmin and fight him so he could be imprisoned, and Minho would then decide for his final fate.

"Seungmin, I know that we have our feelings for each other, but my loyalty to this castle cannot be destroyed, especially by a traitor like you."

"What are you talking about, Hyunjin? Come on, this is not funny."

"There's really nothing funny about betrayal, too."

Hyunjin charged with his sword targeting Seungmin's body. Even though it pained him that he had to hurt his beloved, he had no choice, because he swore his loyalty first to Minho, who had given nothing but care and protection to him, before he met Seungmin.

Seungmin was able to dodge the attack, pulling his demon blades out and protecting him with it. He couldn't escape because the protective barriers were up, and only Hyunjin had the power to bring them down.

"I am not a traitor! Hyunjin, of everyone around here, you were the last person on my mind to do this to me."

"That's why I was given this task." Hyunjin tried another attack, swinging his sword, barely grazing Seungmin by his wings, causing him to lose his flight a bit. "You lied about the mysterious demon. There was never someone like that."

"You really investigated me? Is that how much I meant to you?!"

"You lied, Seungmin, and it didn't matter whether I was the one who found out about it or not. The bottom line is you still did."

"Well, then…" Seungmin threw his blades towards Hyunjin. He was almost hit by it, only scraping a bit of his arm, slashing through the white suit that he wore, staining it black with demon blood. "Since you already found out. Yes, I lied. I made it all up. Do you have any guesses why?"

Hyunjin stopped in his tracks, landing on the ground so he'd be on the same level as Seungmin. He put his hand on his injured arm, checking the trickle of blood that flowed out of his body.

"It's because I'm the mysterious man!" Seungmin laughed, and it made Hyunjin mad that he could feel his blood boiling. It was literally the devil's laugh, he looked so proud of himself that it disgusted him.

"What did you tell Satan?"

"This is going to be interesting for you, since you're so loyal to our prince. Did you know that Minho's seeing an angel?"

Hyunjin's eyes narrowed. Minho, their general, with an angel? Angels fear him for a reason that he shows no mercy to them whenever they kill demons on Earth, so why would he even do that?

"You're lying. Why would I believe a traitor like you?"

"Why don't you check with your own eyes? Go to Earth and spy on your savior. Do you really think I would ever trust my life with a demon that is friends with an angel?!"

"You don't badmouth General Minho in front of me."

Hyunjin ran towards Seungmin, the other demon doing the same. Their blades clanked against each other. Seungmin was in a defense mode, while Hyunjin did most of the attacks.

As their blades met in the middle, both of them trying to push the other away, their eyes locked, Hyunjin staring st Seungmin's mad stares, while Seungmin saw Hyunjin's eyes full of pain and regret.

"You have to accept the truth, Hyunjin! You're choosing the wrong side!"

"I have vowed to be of service to the general!"

After all the struggle, Hyunjin got the upper hand, pushing Seungmin away, making him stumble to the ground. Hyunjin took the chance to drag the sword on his wings, cutting them, causing Seungmin to scream in pain.

It would grow back, but not in the dungeons. As long as someone's down here, any type of healing would be void, and Seungmin would have to suffer being flightless for as long as he's in there.

"What you're saying may be true," Hyunjin pointed the sword on Seungmin's neck, with the latter still groaning in pain, "but I'm sure that the General had a good explanation for it. I will find out about that myself."

He put the sword back in the scabbard, turning his heel as he began to walk away from Seungmin.

"Hyunjin, wait!"

Hyunjin stopped on his tracks without turning around, he held on to his sword, waiting to see if Seungmin was about to pull something to escape.

"Please... don't think that I betrayed you. I was a traitor to Minho, but never to you."

Hyunjin let go of his sword, walking out of the dungeon and finally releasing the tears that he had been holding back since he saw Seungmin.

A part of him was glad that Seungmin said that, but another part was torn.

Could he still feel the same way if he knew that Seungmin could betray anyone?

There was also another issue in his mind that he needed to take a look at.

Minho and an angel... Hyunjin needed to know what it was all about.

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"I win again. I told you that man can't resist my dick."

"Can you please stop saying that like it's a normal thing to insert in any conversation?"

"Hey, in the human world, having an amazing dick game is like a big achievement. So let me brag."

Minho snickered when he saw Jisung covering his ears. He just finished a session with one of Minho's victims again, and he just found out that he and Minho actually did the dirty work the night before.

"Come on, it's not like your body doesn't have a cock attached to it."

"Minho, it's very obvious that I have, so there's really no point in saying that."

"Psh. Whatever. Dick."

Minho dodged as Jisung threw a book at him, laughing as he walked over to the sulky therapist, kissing him on the lips before taking a seat on his desk.

"Jisung, your human body's going to die early if you can't manage your stress levels."

"I didn't know that having a demon by my side would actually stress me out so much."

"Aww, Jisung! You're so mean! You shouldn't be mean to the one you like." Minho teased, mimicking the way Jisung said it before, only with a bit of exaggeration added.

"Hey! You're mocking me!"

"I'm not, babe. You're too cute to be made fun of."

It was supposed to be a normal part of their banter, but the nickname thrown in the middle had both of them blushing. It wouldn't be a problem if they weren't in the situation they were in at the moment, but having a pet name in there while they know that they like each other felt different.

"So... Do you have any idea where you're spending the rest of the night?" Jisung segued, playing off the awkwardness around them.

"I think I'm going to visit some demons. I still have to talk them out of supporting Satan."

"I see…."

That was what Minho should really be doing, in fact, he should be back in hell already, but he just couldn't stay away from Jisung. He had been in the human world for weeks, and he promised Hyunjin that it wouldn't take long for him to come back, but here he was, in Jisung's office, spending time like he didn't have a problem to face.

He was still worried that demons might come for him once he's back, another detail was that...he couldn't leave Jisung's presence because he was too whipped for it.

"Why do you ask?"

"I actually wanted to visit a cat shelter. I'm going to give my donations there and drop them tonight."

"And you want me to come with you?"

"Only if you want to…"

"As long as it's not dogs. Then I'll be fine."

"Perfect! I'll just wrap everything here so we can go to the shelter."

Minho took a seat on the couch again, watching Jisung organize his records. He was really responsible, and Minho loved that about him.

"Minho?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm just curious. Why don't you like dogs? Is it because they're too sweet for you?"

"No. It's because the word dog backwards is God."

"Minho!"

And Minho had another round of laughter with Jisung scolding him because technically, he still serves God.

As soon as they got to the cat shelter, Jisung went to look for the person he was talking to, while Minho decided to look around, observing the cats that were in the cages.

There were all sorts of cats, black, white, orange, a mix of all three, kittens, big cats, and everything else. Some of them were meowing at Minho as he passed by, while the others ignored him, as he expected.

"See anything you like?"

"Oh, hey, you're done already?"

"Yeah, they thanked me and talked to me on where they'd spend the money."

"That's nice. Shall we go?"

"Come on! What's the rush? Let's play with them for a bit."

Minho was dragged to the back of the shelter, where some cats were there, running away as soon as they saw Minho, but running towards Jisung, meowing at him as if the angel could understand them.

"I guess it's true that cats smell danger."

"Maybe you should play with them for a bit, they might warm up to you."

"It's alright. Just play with them, I'll be right here."

Minho watched as Jisung placed with the cats. In here, he felt like Jisung was really in his element, nothing but peace for him, with him and the cats having a good time.

A part of him felt somehow guilty.

He knew that with him, Jisung wouldn't have this kind of peace, they would be in constant fear that someone would find out and they'd have to face such consequences.

But Jisung was too hard to resist, and maybe had higher hopes that he would win against Satan when the rebellion started, because that's a step closer to the peace that he wanted for Jisung.

"Do you think I'm capable of taking care of one?"

"You can't even cook for yourself, what makes you think the cat will survive?"

"Minho! I just think a cat would be good company, you know."

"I'm going to feel bad for the cat."

They stayed there for another half hour, until Jisung got tired and they headed home, Minho's apartment to be exact, because Jisung had been requesting that they go there, but Minho didn't want to.

Unfortunately, Minho couldn't resist Jisung's charms so he had no choice.

"I expected more chaos in this apartment."

"I'm barely here, Jisung. There's no need for me to trash it like a real demon would."

Minho took off his leather jacket and tossed it on the laundry basket by the corner.

Unlike Jisung's apartment, Minho had no hints of his social life. It was just him, and it was a very minimalistic one as well, because it was true that Minho was never at home. He was always at someone's home having a good time on their beds, couches...or even tables.

"Are you hungry?"

"Not really, I just want to rest."

Jisung took the empty space beside Minho, hugging him tight, with Minho putting his arm around Jisung's shoulders.

"Are you still stressed about your plan?"

"I am. I'm just worried that we're going to be lacking in preparations. I still don't know when Satan's going to move again. It can be any time, and I'm not ready for that."

Minho noticed how Jisung grew quiet, so he decided to give him head pats, hoping that it would rest his pretty little mind.

"You shouldn't really worry about me, it's all good."

"Your face says otherwise. I just want to know how I can help, but I feel like there's nothing I can do about it."

"Hey, listen to me," Minho cupped Jisung's face, making him look up so he would see the sincerity in Minho's eyes, "this is not something you should be beating yourself with. It's our fight, and you being here with me is enough to clear my mind so I can make better decisions about it. So don't say those things."

"I'm sorry. I just don't want to see you like this."

Jisung put his arms around Minho's neck, pulling him into a hug, and Minho didn't fight back, melting into Jisung's warm embrace, letting his hands rest on his back.

They stayed like that for a while, and for Minho it felt therapeutic, he wished that he could bring this kind of feeling back to hell.

"You're gonna come back to me, right?"

"Of course. I'm confident I'll win, don't worry."

And that may have been the biggest lie that Minho said.

He was hoping, but he was never confident about it. Satan's on another level, and Minho wouldn't get his act right, he would end up dead, and Jisung wouldn't even know about it.

Though he'd never admit it to Jisung, he didn't want him worrying, and he didn't want him to feel scared once Minho goes back down to hell.

"Hey, are you planning to stay for the night or should I accompany you home?"

Jisung pulled away from the embrace, his face blushing as he avoided Minho's eyes. "I...kind of wanted to stay here. If that's alright with you."

"Are you still worried about me?"

"N-no! I just want to sleep with you! Is there any problem with that?"

"Oh?" Minho smiled teasingly, leaning forward to make the already flustered Jisung more flustered, "Do you know what that means in human terms?"

"No… does that mean something bad?"

Minho couldn't help but coo over Jisung's innocence. He had heard of the phrase so many times that he hadn't thought of it as a sincere way of saying that they really just want to sleep and nothing more.

"Yeah, but I'm not going to tell you."

"Minho!"

Minho ran to his room, escaping Jisung's questions with the angel chasing him around. They both fell on the bed, with Jisung still asking what Minho meant by that, the demon keeping mum about it.

"Let's just sleep. I'm tired."

"You said you don't even do that! Tell me!"

"No, I really am tired, Jisung. Let's sleep now." Minho turned his back on Jisung, closing his eyes and pretending that he had fallen asleep, with Jisung reacting negatively to it.

"Minho, I'm not going to stop bugging you until you explain that to me. What could that mean other than sleep itself?"

Minho sighs, facing Jisung once again, knowing that he really wouldn't stop.

"Well, sometimes it could mean that you want to have sex with that person. Happy now?"

Minho wanted to pinch Jisung so bad, the blinking followed by the confused expression was too much for him.

"How did it go there?"

"Beats me. Humans are very lustful so their sleep turns to fucking in an instant."

Minho pulled Jisung closer to him, nuzzling his head on his neck. "Let's just sleep. Maybe tomorrow we'll find the answer to your question."

"I have another question, Minho."

Minho groaned, hugging Jisung tighter, hoping that he'd give a simple question this time. "What is it?"

"If I...If I wanted to have sex...with you right now, would you say yes?"

Not only was it a hard question, it was also unexpected that it made Minho shot up, looking at him with questioning eyes, as if it wasn't Jisung in front of him.

"What kind of question is that?"

"Is that a no?"

"I'm not answering that."

"So you wouldn't do it with me?"

"No! I mean.. yes! I mean… I… look, can we just sleep? It's been a long day, Jisung."

Minho watched as Jisung reached out for his hands, running his thumb over his knuckles while looking at him with hopeful eyes. "Is it because I'm an angel?"

"Jisung…"

Yes, that was the word that Minho was looking for. Them having feelings for one another was already a violation to the heavens that Jisung did for Minho, and soiling his pureness, it being taken away by a demon, was something that knocked Minho some conscience. He never really expected for them to reach this stage in such a short period of time. He didn't even think that they would actually arrive at a time where Jisung would question him about it.

"It's just our bodies uniting, right? And...and couples do it because they love each other, not just because of lust, right?"

"Yeah, but it's—"

"I want to do it with you."

If choking on air was a thing, that's how Minho would describe how he felt. It's like all the air inside his lungs had been sucked out.

He didn't want to reject Jisung, but at the same time he wanted to do it.

"Jisung, I don't think this is the perfect time to talk about these kinds of things."

"When is it? You're just gonna make me forget about this idea. I'm serious, Minho."

"So am I. Jisung...sex is… our views differ about it. It's literally my job to have sex to people who are tied to others to make them commit sins, while...you have a whole different vision about it."

"But you're not making me commit a sin, and I'm tied to you, so… I don't see anything wrong with us doing it."

Minho could only sigh, he could feel that Jisung wasn't really kidding about it, nor was it a spur of the moment decision. It felt like he had the thought for a long time.

"Why do you want to do it?"

"Because I want to feel closer to you. I want to understand you, and if I'm going to do it in the future, I still want it to be with you."

"Are you sure?"

"I am."

"Okay, uhmm…" Minho shuffled on the bed, not really sure where to start. He had only been sleeping with people who had experiences before, so this was something new to him, and even if they're both in their human forms, that didn't change the fact that Jisung's still an angel. "I just need you to relax as much as you can, okay?"

"I am relaxed."

"Okay, that's... that's good. Oh, dear God, please help me." Minho even made the sign of the cross, earning a smack on his hands by Jisung.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm asking for guidance from your creator. Do you want me to ask for Satan instead?"

"Minho! I'll be fine...I trust you."

"Jisung, when you say things like that it only makes me more nervous."

"Okay...would it make you feel better if I made the first step?"

It wasn't a question that was supposed to be answered, because they both know what they'd say anyway. Jisung placed his hands on Minho's shoulders, slowly leaning forward, closing his eyes as he felt Minho's lips against his.

Minho would've been fine if this was only going for a deep kiss. They had been doing that a lot lately but never more than that, but from Jisung's movements, Minho felt a little less nervous.

Pull it together, prince of lust.

But lust had nothing to do with it, Minho reminded himself. This was more of Jisung's choice, and he had pure intentions for it.

With that in mind, Minho gradually took over, slowly lowering Jisung to the bed, keeping their lips connected as he did that. 

It was a slow process, surely something that Minho wasn't used to, but he did regardless. It didn't matter to him how long it took for his tongue to feel the inside of Jisung's mouth, it didn't matter to him if Jisung told him to wait before he could kiss his neck because he felt shy, and it didn't matter to him that he had to remind Jisung that there was no need to be embarrassed as he took his clothes off.

None of them mattered to Minho, because he was here to make love to his favorite angel, Jisung, who showed him the other side of intimacy, one that he's only willing to show to Jisung.

"You're beautiful, angel. I mean it." Minho laughed softly when Jisung tried to hide his face behind his hands. He removed them from his face so he could kiss him again, comforting him through every step that they took.

He reveled in the cute reactions that Jisung let out every time Minho would kiss or touch something other than his lips, he would certainly not forget the glass shattering shriek he made when Minho went down on him that he somehow acted like he was crushing Minho with his thin thighs.

But Minho was patient and understanding all throughout. He loved every second of it, making Jisung flustered and sometimes teasing him about it, with Jisung repeating his famous 'Minho, you're mean' line.

"Jisung, you have to be completely honest with me for this one, okay? Tell me if you feel uncomfortable or if it hurts."

Minho was never the gentle type, no demon is. Well, he didn't know if Changbin was gentle with Felix, or if they've had sex already. Maybe he'd check with his best friend about it later.

Jisung nodded in response, his face already burning red like a cherry tomato, and Minho wished that he could frame his face in that color so he'd be able to tease him more.

It wasn't surprising for Minho to have all the needed stuff for them to continue. Unknown to Jisung, Minho would always have a spare condom in his pocket, because even though he's a demon, his human body could still catch diseases if he's not too careful.

"W-wait... you're putting your fingers inside me?" Jisung asked as he saw Minho lubing his fingers.

"Yep, that's what we're going to do."

"Wouldn't that hurt, Minho?"

"This is why I want you to tell me if it hurts so I can adjust what I'm doing, angel."

"Oh, okay. Can I hold your other hand while you do it?"

Without saying a word, Minho placed his hand on top of Jisung's, locking their fingers together. He also crawled back up, kissing Jisung once again so he could distract or comfort him if he ever felt something wrong.

He could hear the soft whimpers of Jisung, but he didn't say a word or told Minho to stop. The demon even had to ask him multiple times just to make sure that Jisung wasn't lying to him.

It all went smoothly, and Minho showered Jisung with compliments, saying how great he did. Jisung even gave him his gummy smile as a response, and Minho just wanted to cuddle with his cute partner for the night.

But Jisung wanted to go all the way, and Minho wanted to comply with whatever Jisung wanted.

"Just hold on to me, okay? Again, you tell me if it hurts so I can stop."

Jisung put his hands around Minho's neck. Minho slotted himself between Jisung's legs. Clothes scattered, sweat dripping, and the wind blowing on them. This was the last stage of the night, for Jisung of course, because Minho could go all night long.

Minho slowly pushed his way in, and just as he expected, he wouldn't last long if he couldn't use the proper techniques. Jisung was really tight, and Minho worried that he was hurting him.

"K-keep going, please."

"Are you sure, Jisung?"

Jisung bobbed his head up and down before closing his eyes again, with Minho taking care of the request.

After he bottomed out, he didn't move for some time, letting Jisung get used to the foreign intrusion down under.

After that, he began to move, but more in a sensual sense. He still didn't forget about his task of looking after Jisung, watching his face as he went from unreadable, to actually enjoying what was happening down there.

With Jisung's eyes closed, there was one part that captivated Minho, and it was how his mouth was hanging wide open. Minho really loved everything about this moment. 

Their moans became louder, and Minho began to thrust deeper, causing Jisung to gasp loudly.

If someone told Minho five years ago that he would end up having the softest sex out of everyone, and he'd be doing it with a worker angel, Minho may have not laughed, instead he might have done something violent to them.

But at the moment, it was real.

Their bodies sharing their sweats, their stomachs rubbing on each other, Minho with his thrusts, and Jisung holding onto his dear life on Minho's neck because he had never done something like this. He wasn't prepared with the waves of pleasure that came with it.

Soon the two of them were coming undone, and since it was Jisung's first time, Minho kind of expected that it would be really intense, it might look like Jisung faked it, but he didn't, because Minho's really proud of his dick game. He wouldn't take no for an answer, and surely no one would even try and take it away from him.

Minho before meeting Jisung was a demon that would ditch his humans before they could even wake up, leaving them in a mess and an unhappy marriage. Minho, now, was taking care of Jisung right after they had sex, making sure that he's cleaned thoroughly and felt refreshed before going back to his bed. He even picked his most comfortable clothes for Jisung to wear.

"Now, can we sleep?"

Jisung's eyes were almost shut when Minho asked the question. He smiled, mouthing a sleepy 'yes' before grabbing Minho's hand again and snuggling his face on it.

"Good night, angel." Minho whispered in Jisung's ear and then gave him a peck on the cheeks.

He watched as Jisung fell asleep, loving the tiny snore sounds he made. He must've been drained because of that, Minho assumed.

He slowly took his hand away from Jisung, making sure that he wouldn't wake him up as he climbed off the bed. Minho grabbed a coat and began to stroll outside, leaving Jisung in his house.

At least that way, he wouldn't have to worry too much about demons hurting Jisung, because they'd know they would be messing with Minho as well.

Although the demons were one of Minho's biggest fears when it came to Jisung, he was still worried regarding the thing that he was going to do next. He hoped that Jisung would like what he was going to do next.

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Jisung woke up to the sun rays hitting his eyes. He groaned as he turned to the other side, only to feel that the side felt empty. He quickly opened his eyes, only to find that Minho wasn't by his side.

Before he could even call his name out, a strange noise coming from the foot of the bed caught Jisung's attention.

He slowly looked down to check what it was, and he was surprised to see what it actually was.

He carefully picked it up, and attached to it was a handwritten note.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't say goodbye. I just know that if I witness you waking up next to me, I wouldn't be able to leave your side.

I promise you, I'll be back soon.

Feel free to use my apartment anytime. You're safer there.

Also, I hope you will like the cat I chose. I hope that he will be a good company for you while I'm gone.

See you again soon.

Take care, my angel."

If Minho had hopes, so did Jisung.

And that was the guarantee that he'll see him again.

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Chapter Text

"Hello, cutie! Did Minho just leave you here with me?"

Jisung cradled the unnamed cat in his arms, petting him gently, making the cat close his eyes and purr.

The cat has orange fur in most of his body, the white areas only in his tummy part. Jisung was certain that he was only a few months old because of his size. There weren't any tags with him as well, so Jisung didn't know what to call or name him.

"Since you're gonna keep me company, we need to decide on a name. What do you think?"

The cat obviously ignored him, still purring and enjoying the gentle rubs that Jisung was giving, so Jisung decided to stop for a bit, and it caused the cat to glare at him, if that was even possible, his expression looking betrayed.

He then stretched his limbs and then hopped off of Jisung's arms, making his way out of Minho's room.

"Hey, kitty cat! Come back here! I'm still talking to you!"

And just like someone he knew, the cat acted like he wasn't there. Jisung couldn't see him anymore, so he went outside to make sure that he hadn't jumped out of any window or anything.

His cat was clawing on Minho's couch, so Jisung quickly picked it up so it wouldn't do more damage to Minho's furniture.

"Don't do that, baby. Minho's gonna be mad at both of us if he sees that."

The cat only hissed at him, jumping out once again then going over to the couch, taking a spot there and then sleeping like nothing happened.

"This cat is so mean...oh gosh, you're just the same as him."

Jisung was then reminded of Minho, because the cat was acting like him in many ways.

"Since you both are so mean.. I'm gonna start calling you Meanie. I don't care if you don't like that name, but it's your name now."

The cat, or... Meanie didn't budge at all. He was already in deep sleep, and even though Jisung called him mean, he really couldn't stay mad at him so he let him sleep for a while. 

Seeing the cat like that, Jisung began to wonder what was happening with Minho. He left without properly saying goodbye, and Jisung would be lying if he said that it didn't hurt him.

He was worried, he was feeling anxious. If only he could go to hell, or have someone to check Minho for him, things would be a lot better, but he couldn't. 

His mind began to fill with negative thoughts, and Jisung had to calm himself down before it got worse.

"Jisung... you're good. Okay, you're going to be fine. He's going to be fine. He'll come back for you."

He began to convince himself that there was nothing to worry about, and for a moment, it worked. He picked up Meanie and left Minho's apartment, but he was planning to come back.

Minho did mention that it would be safer to stay in his apartment since some demons wouldn't expect him to be there, but Jisung still needed to grab his things so he could stay there for as long as he liked.

"Okay, Mr. Meanie, you have to behave in my house, alright? It's going to be quick. I'm just going to grab my things and then we'll go back to Minho's house."

Jisung didn't even have time to check what his cat was doing as he made his way to his room, grabbing his luggage bag and shoving all the clothes he needed in there.

He was in the middle of packing when he heard a knock on the door.

"Coming!"

Jisung left his messy pile of clothes on the bed, together with his luggage bag as he answered the door.

"Oh! Felix! I didn't know you were coming here! Come in!"

But Felix didn't accept Jisung's invite. That's when Jisung noticed that Felix's face looked gloomy, not a facial expression you'd pull when your best friend's in front of you, unless there was a problem.

And in a few seconds, the problem revealed himself, right behind Felix.

Jisung's heart dropped to the ground when their eyes met. Seeing him in flesh could only mean one thing, and he didn't like it.

"Jeongin."

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"Okay, let's get this over w—"

Minho couldn't even finish his sentence when he saw what happened in his castle. Rubbles everywhere, some of the pillars had collapsed and there were no demons in sight.

He immediately ran towards the inner part of their lair, shouting the names of his demons, hoping that they'd emerge and give him context about what's happening.

"Hyunjin! Changbin! Fucking hell, where are you guys?!"

"General! In here!" Minho heard a faint sound coming from one of the rooms in the middle of the castle.

Minho pushed the door open, revealing all of his demons. They were unscathed, except for Hyunjin who had a cut on his upper arm.

"What happened back there?!"

"We've been attacked, General, but we were able to defend ourselves, not so much luck with the castle." Hyunjin reported, holding on to his injured arm. Minho checked Hyunjin's injury. It wasn't that serious, and since demons can still heal even with the hit of demon weapons, he knew that Hyunjin would recover in no time.

"So there are no casualties on our side. Am I correct?"

"Yes, General."

"Okay, then that's good. No matter what happens, you all have to stay here until I say so. Understood?"

"That's a stupid idea, Min— I mean, General. Don't you think they would take advantage of all the damage so they can infiltrate us?"

"That's what I was thinking, Changbin. Thank you for pointing this out, but this is my plan, and you guys just wait and see."

"You're going out there alone?" Changbin asked, his voice clearly lacking trust towards Minho.

"I am, Changbin, and no one can stop me." Minho growled.

Minho already started his day wrong, from leaving Jisung with a cat and not being able to say goodbye properly, to seeing the mess that Satan's demons created on the castle that he so loved, not to mention injuring his most loyal soldier.

Minho's tail was ready to whip, his horns ready to impale themselves on anyone who would try to breach inside.

He stepped out of the room and closed the door before going back to the rubbles, waiting for anyone to actually prove Changbin's theory

Not even a few minutes later, Minho could hear the weak demons charging in. As soon as they stepped foot inside Minho's lair, they were faced with the violence in just a second.

Minho didn't let anyone get past him, growling loudly before making a pile of the demons that he had killed just to protect the ones inside.

"If you still want to live, you fucking tell Satan that he will pay for this!"

Some of the demons were smart enough to actually understand that they'd never win against Minho, so they scrammed even before Minho could get his hands on them, while the others were too brave, still diving in and trying their luck, but the only luck that they possessed was being in the presence of Minho before they died a horrible death.

Minho went on a rampage, killing everyone in sight instantly. He was mad, he was fuming.

He did not expect going back to hell and finding his castle in ruins. He did not expect that Satan would actually move against him. Did someone tell him of the rebellion? Minho didn't have time to think because his animalistic senses took over.

When he noticed that the demons had stopped coming in, he placed his hand on the floor, focusing all of his strength into creating a new layer of barrier that separated them from the rest of hell. Minho needed to do it, even if it meant sacrificing half of his strength. He needed to protect his demons.

He opened the door to the hiding place, letting everyone out. Their eyes observed his body, all covered in demon blood, and it was even a more brutal scene when they saw what Minho did to the enemies.

"I'm sorry that you have to go through this, but I promise that I won't let this happen again. This rebellion shall start soon."

"General, I think you should clean up and rest for a bit. We'll take care of everything else." Changbin suggested, although it was apparent that he was deeply worried about Minho.

"I'll let you lead them for now, Changbin."

Minho made his way to his room, the blood trickling down to his feet, causing the floor that he walked on to be covered with the blood of his enemies.

Minho did what Changbin suggested, cleaning his body up. He needed that, so he dipped into the free flowing water on the side of his throne. The clear water instantly turned black as soon as Minho stepped in.

He sighed at the feeling of sinking his body in the waters, finally getting a bit of relaxation after a hectic day.

He let his eyes close, resting his head on the stones, while he let the water do its tricks.

"General, can I come in?"

Minho didn't have to ask to know that it was Hyunjin's voice. "Come in."

Hyunjin slowly opened the door, his eyes searching on the throne, and then looking for Minho until he saw him by the waters. He bowed to Minho before making his way towards him.

"Are you okay? I couldn't believe those demons landed a hit on you."

"It wasn't them, General."

"Then who?"

Minho could feel the sadness in Hyunjin's voice when he finally told him the answer.

Seungmin. So he's here already, just like what he told Hyunjin.

"I'm sorry, Hyunjin. I know you and Seungmin have something going on between you two, but you are the most capable in handling him."

"That's not why I'm here, General. Seungmin told me something very important."

"What is it?"

"He told me that it was him who talked to Satan."

Minho clenched his fists. As he expected, Seungmin acted like a double agent.

"What did he say to that fucker, then? Did he tell you?"

"Yes, General. He told me that you're seeing an angel."

Minho froze.

That was the detail that Seungmin told Satan? So he was the reason why Jisung's being chased down by the little minions. It was Seungmin who gave Satan that very crucial information.

"Is that everything that he has to admit?"

"Yes, General. He's in the dungeons if you want to see him."

"Thank you for your hard work, Hyunjin. I'll visit him in a bit."

Minho was expecting Hyunjin to take his leave, but instead, he kept standing there, as if he wanted to say something, but he was too hesitant to let it out.

"Hyunjin...if there's something you want to tell me, just go ahead."

"General, why are you in love with an angel?"

So that's what was bothering him. Of course. It was Hyunjin.

The most loyal demon he had ever taken care of, and also one to stick strictly to the rules, no wonder.

"The same way that you are in love with Seungmin."

"I don't get it."

"You don't have to. You know that it's actually weird because love shouldn't be existing down here because we're fucking demons. We are everything that should be negative and yet we catch feelings for others."

Minho stood up, letting the water drip down to his feet, soiling the floor once again. He looked out the window, where he could only see darkness, stretching across the infinity, and nothing more.

"Our hearts should be filled with darkness and nothing else, but like a sick joke, we were given the ability to love and feel, and we thought that it's only exclusive for other demons as well, but we thought wrong."

"I still don't see the relevance of your answer to my question, General."

"You're asking me why because he's an angel. I'm asking you back with why not. These rules, we made these for ourselves, because we're the opposites, we're the bad ones and they're the pure ones. But love defies that. It defies everything, Hyunjin. Even the rules of the ancient. I love him even though he's an angel, just like how you still love Seungmin despite him betraying us."

Minho knew that he finally found the root of Hyunjin's visit, and he felt bad about it. Hyunjin had always been loyal to him, and would do everything he was told because of Minho saving his life, but Minho could see the suffering in his eyes, the dilemma of choosing his lover over his master.

Minho put a hand on Hyunjin's shoulder, patting him before ruffling his hair, in which the white winged demon replied with confused eyes.

"I'm very proud of you for being so brave and strong, Hyunjin. Seems like I raised you well, but this time, you should give yourself a rest. You're injured and hurt, not just physically."

"But, General, what if—"

"Let others take your position for now until you're better. That is a command, Hyunjin."

Hyunjin bowed with a bit of hesitation, but before he could walk out of the door, Minho probably spoke the words that he needed the most at that moment.

"Please don't doubt Seungmin's feelings towards you, Hyunjin. He betrayed me, not you. And I know that you know his reason for doing it. He just wants you to be safe."

Minho didn't get a reply, but he knew that Hyunjin got what he wanted to say, and Minho could only hope that he wouldn't beat himself up too much, because at the end of the day, Hyunjin could never really get mad at Seungmin.

Speaking of the devil, after Minho checked in with Changbin regarding the damages, he went down to visit Seungmin in the dungeons, he needed to check on him still to see if he could get more information from Satan's side.

Inside the protective barriers, there he was, wingless, and in pain.

"I didn't expect Hyunjin to go all out on you like this."

"Where's Hyunjin? I need to talk to him!"

"He's currently resting. But it shouldn't be him you're worried about, it should be you, you fucking traitor."

Minho entered the dungeons, walking towards the flightless demon lying on the ground, clutching on his blades.

"Now, tell me why you thought it was a good idea to betray me."

"You should know the answer, General."

"Because of an angel? You're really gonna throw everything?"

"I had to side with Satan because his chances of winning against you are higher! I need to save myself and Hyunjin from your ludicrous decisions!"

"Hmmm, ludicrous decisions, you say?" Minho sat on the floor of the dungeons so Seungmin wouldn't have a hard time looking up to him.

"Tell me, Seungmin. What do you think would happen to you if I tell Satan that you warned me about his first attack? What do you think he'd feel if I snitch on you being a double agent?"

Seungmin didn't say anything. He kept his eyes looking somewhere other than Minho, trying to keep his body working despite the pain that he was feeling.

"You're the one with the bad decisions, Seungmin. You cared about no one but yourself."

"You're the greedy fucker for putting everyone in danger because you're lovesick with a fucking angel!"

"There wouldn't be any problem with that if you didn't tell anyone, am I right?" Minho propped himself up with his elbows, giving Seungmin a condescending look, making the other try to stand up, only to fail as he fell back to the ground.

"Angels and demons are not supposed to be together!"

"Did you have the same reaction when you found out about Changbin's affair with one?"

Just as Minho expected, Seungmin knew about that one, too. He's a spy, he's known to pry on anything and everything, but he would only choose to use the information that would be useful on a larger scale.

"You nitpicked my situation because I'm known and Changbin is not. You did that to save your ass and make an impression on Satan, so when all hell breaks loose and Satan wins, you'll be alive."

"I also did that to save Hyunjin! I don't want him getting caught up in all of this! A fucking rebellion against the ruler is like a death wish!"

"You wanted to save Hyunjin, yet you only lured him to more danger."

"Wha...what are you talking about?"

"After Hyunjin brought you here to imprison you, the castle was attacked by Satan's demons. And you didn't even tell him about it."

Seungmin's eyes widened by the sudden news. He tried to get up again, running towards the protective barriers, only to fail halfway, his body creating a loud thud as it hit the ground.

"Hyunjin's fine. You did more damage to him than those demons, anyway. But you have to tell me now, Seungmin. Will there be more attacks like this one?"

"I'm not telling you anything! I need to talk to Hyunjin!"

"Suit yourself, Seungmin."

Minho stepped out of the dungeons, waiting for Seungmin to finally break, and as he expected, he did.

He knew that he wouldn't be able to resist Hyunjin, more so if it meant keeping him safe.

"Wait! There will be another one. But Satan would be using the stronger demons. I don't know when it will be...but I recommend you don't go back to earth just yet."

"Thank you for that information. I was actually expecting that, but I'm glad to have confirmation."

"Please…" Seungmin looked up to Minho with teary eyes, and Minho could already tell what he was going to say. "Don't let Hyunjin get hurt."

"Don't worry, Seungmin. I won't do the same thing you did to him."

As Minho stepped out of the dungeons and into the impacted area of their place, he thought of ways on how to protect everybody without hurting any of his demons. He watched them working hard on repairing the site, with Changbin leading them.

Minho walked over to his friend, tapping him by the shoulder to get his attention.

"Oh, hey. Where did you go?"

"I just checked something down in the dungeons. How's everything?"

"If you're worried about Hyunjin, he's already resting. And I think we can work on this as long as no one disturbs us again. You should rest, too, Minho. You've been through a lot."

"I will. Oh, take care of them while I'm gone, okay?"

Minho walked away from the rubbles, his mind still thinking of a way to protect everyone. Changbin's busy, Hyunjin's injured, and most of them won't be able to withstand Satan's stronger allies without them teaming up against one, and that would cause the enemies to outnumber them.

There was only one solution to it, and he knew that many of them wouldn't like it, but he had to do it. Minho believed that he had been lacking so much as the ruler in his faction, yet he didn't want them to feel that he was neglecting his role as their leader.

Instead of heading to his room like Changbin suggested, Minho made his way outside, away from the barriers that he had built around the castle.

Hell awaits, literally.

Minho took in the view from outside, looking back to the castle that he cared so much, before walking away from it.

As he traveled towards his enemy's lair, he remembered the question that Jisung had before, when they were soaking in the middle of the rain. He was reminded because of the hot wind that hit his red skin. It sure was hot in hell, but it wasn't always like that.

Minho giggled to himself, being reminded of the moments he spent with Jisung.

He had only been gone for a while but he already missed him. He hoped that the cat that he chose could be of good company to him, because he just went with the first cat that caught his eyes.

Minho wasn't given much time to reminisce though when he saw the herd of demons coming his way.

Just as he predicted, they would continue their attacks knowing that they've weakened their defenses, and probably because they had Seungmin as well.

Just as what the spy said, they were of higher ranked demons. They're definitely not stronger than him, but the number would put Minho in a disadvantage.

"Fuck it. I guess we're in it for a ride today."

He swayed his neck from each side, earning a cracking side with every move. He then launched his body up in the air, preparing himself from the attack of all the demons coming his way, both the winged and the wingless.

As they finally came his way, Minho did his best to overpower them. Of course, they attacked him all at once, pouncing, jumping on him and clawing his back, stabbing his skin with their tails. Minho winced in pain, he poured all of his strength on his wings to lift himself up, grabbing a few demons with his large demon hands, ending their breaths as he choked them to death, throwing their corpses down to the ground.

But Minho also had to worry about the demons that could fly. Not only do they have wings, but they're also as strong as Changbin or Hyunjin, giving a challenge for Minho since they outnumber him by a lot.

The only thing that's encouraging Minho to keep on fighting was his rage towards everything bad that had happened to him, and his promise to Jisung that he would come back to him no matter what.

His wounds were adding up, and it felt like he's only putting a small dent with how many he had to face, but he kept going. Even though his arms were starting to hurt, his wings losing their feathers at every blow, and his blood was trickling down to the ground, Minho didn't stop. He was determined to finish all of them, so his demons wouldn't have to worry about fighting again. 

Hit after hit, Minho continued to give out every ounce of his strength, ignoring the screams of his body. He'd worry about his bruises later, that's what he kept on thinking, right now he had a fight to win.

"You fuckers will regret crossing this path!!" Minho shouted as he unleashed all that he had left, rowing through the demons and taking tens out all at once. He did as much as his limbs and tail allowed him, ripping everyone out of his path, the battlefield growing bloodier at every passing second.

He grabbed the demons up in the air by their wings, ripping them out of their backs before throwing them towards the ground. Little by little, Minho could see their number decreasing, giving him more hope that his decision wasn't really all that stupid.

Minho was about to do another attack when one of the demons up in the air shouted retreat and flew away, and all the others followed, fleeing the scene.

"What the fuck…"

Minho collapsed, chuckling to himself as he finally realized the gravity of what he just did. He felt like he was close to dying. He couldn't feel his limbs anymore and it felt like his wings wouldn't be able to give him flight anytime soon.

The dark red skies clouded his vision, and nothing more.

He was exhausted, he was spent, but he was glad that the attack didn't reach his people.

Somehow, he could hear a faint voice coming towards him. He didn't know if he was hallucinating or what, all he knew was the voice sounded worried.

Ah, they must've seen me.

He couldn't hold out any longer. His eyes closed faster than he imagined, passing out in the middle of hell, unaware of what was happening around him.

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"I think he's waking up…"

"You go check then."

"You're closer to him, you do it."

"I don't want to!"

Minho could hear the murmuring near him. He slowly opened his eyes, groaning when he tried to move his body, only to be reminded of his bruises and wounds due to the sharp pain he felt all over his body.

"Who.. who's there?" He asked. He couldn't even move his head to look at the other side to check who was making noise.

"Hey, it's us." Changbin appeared from the corner of his eye, with Hyunjin following along.

"Did something happen?"

"Did something happen? You're really asking that now when we found you outside with your blood flowing like a river?! What the actual fuck were you thinking?!"

"I just didn't want you guys to worry about it. Everything's just been so shitty."

"Minho, you literally had everyone worry about you! How can you not even tell us?!"

"Changbin, I think you should lower your voice. He's injured and you're yelling like that. Is your common sense broken again?"

Minho loved it whenever these two would banter, especially when he heard Hyunjin like that. He was never the type to talk down on Minho, but he wouldn't hesitate when it comes to Changbin. Of course, the latter wouldn't back down, and it would be a nonstop bicker between them until someone would intervene, usually it would be Seungmin.

How he missed those days when he would spend more time with them rather than humans. Everything was easy, and there were no dilemmas that they had to face.

Now everything's a mess, and Minho couldn't even figure out what's right or wrong anymore.

"I fucked up so bad. Dude's got an army and I don't think we can take them down, even if the other factions join us."

"Minho, did you see how much you took away from them? We weren't even there to help you yet you almost wiped them out! We can definitely beat them!"

"General, if you don't want us to help you physically, at least let us help you with the connections. You can't do it all by yourself."

Minho was thankful that he had these demons by his side no matter what, supporting his decisions and even going out of their own to find ways on how to help him.

"Okay, I'll let you handle that, Hyunjin. For the meantime, I think I really need to sit things out and have this body healed."

"You're right about that. It'd be a bitch to heal in human form as well." Changbin was right, Minho would suffer more in the tiny limbs of his human self that he might end up getting hospitalized.

"I think I'm gonna stay down here and fix everything before I go up. I have more important things to deal with, anyway."

"What about your man up there? Won't he be worried?" Changbin asked, and the place grew quiet.

Jisung was still a topic that they weren't really comfortable with talking about, especially with Hyunjin as he's still trying to understand the situation between him and Minho. But the leader understood Changbin's intentions, knowing that he might be thinking the same thing about Felix.

"He's going to be fine. He knows that I have a lot of things to deal with here."

"Okay, just checking. Since apparently you're still alive, I'm gonna go back down there and help with stuff or anything." Changbin was the first to leave the room. Hyunjin was about to follow him when Minho called him out.

"Hyunjin, how are you feeling?"

"Oh, this is nothing. I actually had it cleaned so—"

"I'm not talking about your wound. How are you holding up?"

Hyunjin gave no response, and since Minho couldn't fully see his face because he couldn't move any part of his body, he could only imagine the expression that he was giving.

"You should talk to him once you're better, okay? And remember the things I told you."

"Yes, General. I'll keep them in mind. I'll be on my way now."

Just like that, Minho was alone again, and it was a different battle that he had to face. His thoughts were eating him up once again, but this time, he was determined to fight back.

He might have avoided death by a few centimeters, but it wouldn't change the fact that he still avoided it, and it only encouraged him to look for more ways on how he could defeat Satan.

He began to convince himself that he could, and he would.

No matter what it takes, he will stop that war.

As soon as Minho was healed enough to go around the castle, he began to train all of the demons under him for combat. They all knew how to fight, but they needed to be strategic when it came to the rebellion.

Minho also managed to convince a few of the factions during his conversation with them, with the help of Hyunjin and Changbin. This meant that they were given a higher chance of actually winning the rebellion.

It was funny to him because most of the leaders joining really hated Satan but they were too scared to make the first move, so when they heard that Minho was creating one, they were ecstatic about it and were just waiting for the invitation.

Still, some were against the idea, but Minho was cool with it because he wasn't really expecting to have 100% approval from the others.

It was a very busy time for everyone, but this also showed Minho that they had progressed so much into this plan compared to the last time he went back to hell. Right now, it actually felt like they were on the right track.

Minho decided that he would take a trip back to the land of the humans to check on Jisung, because he still needed to apologize for leaving him like that. He told Changbin and Hyunjin about it, to which the two didn't have any negative reactions. Changbin even asked him to say hi to Felix for him.

Minho went up with a gleeful heart, because finally, he could deliver some good news to Jisung.

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"Huh. Seems like he didn't take my advice to stay here." Minho noticed that the place was kept the same when he left, only with the absence of Jisung and the cat.

The next stop that he went to was Jisung's apartment, obviously.

Minho quickly knocked on the door as soon as he landed in front of his house. He could hear footsteps getting closer, and then finally, the knob was turned.

"Hey, Jisung. I'm sorry I— you're…. Felix?"

"That's me!"

"Uhh...hi. Changbin told me to tell you that." Minho removed his shoes before going inside, calling Jisung out, but there was no answer. Only Felix and the orange cat that he adopted for Jisung were there.

"Felix, is Jisung in his office already?"

"Yeah, about that…"

"About what? Did something happen?" Minho's heartbeat was beginning to stammer when he saw Felix avoiding his gaze.

"Jisung's not here because…

He's been recalled back to heaven."

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Chapter Text

"Jisung's not here because…

He's been recalled back to heaven."

"He's what??"

Minho couldn't process what he just heard. Jisung was called back up to the skies and Minho didn't know about it.

He didn't even say goodbye the last time they were together and now this, he was welcomed with the news that he's not on Earth.

He suddenly remembered everything that Jisung and his friend Chan told him about being disciplined when they got called up there. Was Minho going to go through the same process? Did his friend snitch on him?

"Hey, Minho? Are you okay?"

"Why is he up there, Felix?"

"I didn't know. One of our friends came down here and asked for him. I couldn't decline since he's technically higher in rank than I am."

"Is he Chan?"

"What...no. How do you know Chan? Anyway, no. It's not. It's another friend of ours. His name is Jeongin and just like Chan, he's a warrior angel."

Minho sat on the couch, aggressively running his fingers through his hair, not really knowing how to act on the situation, or if he was even in the position to do something about it. He wasn't fully healed yet, and his human form made it pretty obvious with the pain he would feel from time to time, but it was tolerable enough.

"Did...did that Jeongin guy say anything? Why did he fetch Jisung?"

"No, they had a conversation for a very short time before flying up to heaven. I didn't hear what they were talking about."

"And how long has he been up there?" 

"It's been three days since Jeongin visited."

"Fucking hell."

Minho closed his eyes, leaning his head back onto the soft cushions. He thought that he was finally going to make Jisung happy about the news in hell for once, but instead he was the one being given the bad news, and he couldn't even do anything about it.

"Oh, uhmmm...Minho?"

"What is it?"

"I'm gonna have to...leave. I only stayed here because of the cat, but since you're already here, I think I should go back to work."

"Yeah, thank you, Felix."

Minho waved his hand, without even turning his head to bid Felix goodbye. Minho was too exhausted for anything that required effort.

He heard the door close, so he decided to rest once again, shutting his eyes and hoping that when he opened them, there would be a smiling angel in front of him, with the puffy cheeks and gummy smile.

How he missed Jisung.

His little daydreaming was cut off when he felt claws on his feet, and that's when he remembered that he gave Jisung a cat to keep him company while he was gone.

The cat rubbed itself on Minho's feet before jumping up the couch and onto Minho's lap, curling himself like a ball like he had been taking care of him for a long time.

"I'm gonna think that you like me because of this. I wonder what Jisung named you."

Minho had no idea what the cat was even called. He forgot to ask Felix and he wasn't about to chase him down just because he wanted to know what the cat was called.

"I'm pretty sure Jisung gave you a lame name anyway, so I'm just going to call you Bonfire."

The cat suddenly stretched its limbs, meowing at Minho as if it understood what he meant with his words.

"You like Bonfire? Okay, I'm gonna start calling you that now."

Minho petted the cat, making it purr against his hands as he scratched it under its chin. The yawning of the cat had Minho feeling more exhausted than he was a few seconds ago.

"Why don't we wait for Jisung together, huh, Bonfire? Are you okay with that?"

Again, as if the cat comprehended what Minho was saying, it meowed to him before going back to sleep.

At least there was one good thing that Minho had while he's up on the land of the humans.

Still, he couldn't keep his mind off of Jisung. He wondered how his angel was doing.

Was he hurt? Would he still be able to make it back? How long would Minho wait for him? Do they have any plans with him?

Minho could only produce questions in his mind because he didn't know the answers, and no one could provide it to him except for the ones up in heaven.

He could only hope for the best for Jisung.

Jisung, please stay safe.

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"What's the meaning of this? Why am I here?"

Jisung didn't expect that he'd be back up in heaven without anything being said to him. He was just about to move his things to Minho's house and now he was with his friends, Chan and Jeongin, who hadn't said a thing as soon as he and Jeongin arrived.

"I need to go back down there. I have a cat to feed. Come on, this isn't funny."

"Felix will take care of the cat, I'm sure." Jeongin finally responded.

Chan, on the other hand, was acting like his friend wasn't there in front of him, being Jeongin's shadow, not a say to anything that Jisung was saying.

And it finally dawned on Jisung.

"I'm giving you guys one last time to tell me what is going on or I'll make a scene here. I'm pretty sure you're not the only warrior angels here."

"You're here because the evaluators have deemed your service enough, so you can go back to heaven."

Jisung slowly walked towards Jeongin as soon as he answered the question. He looked up to stare at his taller friend straight in the eyes, pointing a finger at his chest as he gave him a piece of his mind.

"I can't believe that you're an angel and yet you can lie to your friend like that. What kind of example are you setting here, Jeongin?"

Jeongin only averted his gaze, his sharp jaws being forced to face Jisung instead.

"Chan, you told him, didn't you?"

Jisung could see Chan tensed up with the question. He actually believed that Chan wouldn't do it, he wouldn't say it, especially to Jeongin because they both know how much he hated demons.

He even told Minho that Chan wasn't the type of angel to rat him out, and yet there he was, proving himself wrong.

"I need to go back down there."

"You are never going down there, Jisung. You're already here. There's no need for you to go back to that hell hole."

"That hell hole brings me joy, Jeongin. More than you can imagine. So call it whatever you want, but I need to go back there."

"Jisung, you have to stop this madness!" Chan screamed, and the other two were both startled with how loud his voice was. It was a good thing that it was only the three of them at the moment in that area of the paradise.

"Yes, I told Jeongin about your stupid act, I told him about you and Minho but that's only because I care!"

"Chan, if you truly cared about me, you wouldn't do that!" Tears started to fall, and Jisung couldn't hide it anymore. He was hurt, betrayed, and most of all, he was worried.

Minho didn't even know that he was back in heaven. He thought that Minho might assume that he left him, and Jisung didn't want him to think like that.

"He's a demon! Jisung, a demon! They're bound to make bad things happen! That's why we're here!"

"You weren't there when I almost lost my life, Chan. It was Minho who saved me! It was that...that demon you've been judging too hard because you're too close minded to see why not all demons are the same!"

"Enough!" Jeongin's yell had the both of them stopping. He looked at Jisung again, and the latter hated the way his friend looked down on him like he didn't know any better.

"Jisung, you are having a relationship with a demon. How do you think we are going to react to that?"

Jisung wiped his tears and composed himself. Even though there were still some that escaped his eyes, he did his best to speak to them without breaking down.

"It was my choice, Jeongin. I can handle myself and Chan knows that. If I die at the hands of the demon I love, it's a fate I'm willing to take, but I don't need any intervention from anyone."

"Can you even hear yourself? You're not being logical right now."

"Trust me, Jeongin. I'm the most logical person out of the three of us right now."

"Jisung, he's a demon!"

"And what else? Is that all there is to your argument? He's a demon….and what comes after that? I can provide you with a lot of things I know about him. Do you want to hear it?"

None of his friends spoke a word to him, so Jisung took the opportunity to give them more of how he was feeling about the whole situation.

Trying to hold back his tears, he began to speak with Minho in his mind, "He's a demon, and he showed me how I can understand my patients better. He's a demon, yet he killed other demons for me. He's a demon, and he grabs coffee with me, cooks for me, fixes my house…"

Jisung's tears won the battle this time. He began to sob, thinking about Minho. He didn't even see him leave and yet he also left without a trace. He wanted to be there when he gets back, but now he's being held captive by none other by the friends that he trusted.

"He's a demon who got me a cat because he didn't want me feeling lonely while he's gone... he's a demon, yet...he gave me much more love and care than anyone else I've had in my life."

Jisung sat on the grass, putting his hands on his face as began to let out every tear that he had been holding back while his other friends stayed silent during the whole ordeal.

None of them spoke a word, as if they were waiting for Jisung to calm down and start talking again.

Which was exactly what they did.

As Jisung's sobbing began to die down, he wiped his hands on his clothes, standing up like nothing happened, and facing his friends that had everything planned for him without him knowing.

"Take me back now, Jeongin. I need to be on earth right now."

"You know I can't do that, Jisung. You're already here so there's no point in bringing you back down there. This is for your own safety as well."

"You can't even protect the angels down there. How am I supposed to believe you?"

"You can say anything you want about us handling those situations, but we will not bring you back to the human world."

Jeongin was firm with his words, but Jisung was determined, so instead of fighting with his friends, which he knew would take an eternity to be convinced, he decided to walk away from them.

"Hey, Jisung! Where are you going?" Chan asked, trying to follow Jisung only to be stopped by Jeongin.

"Just let me be, Chan. I can take care of myself."

Jisung's figure grew smaller and smaller until he was out of the warrior angels' vision.

"Why did you do that, Jeongin? We don't know what he's going to do."

"He can't go back down on his own, Chan. You know that. If he ever encounters a problem, he's gonna come looking for us. If he doesn't, then that means he really can take care of himself."

Even if Jisung heard the words that slipped out of Jeongin's mouth, it still wouldn't be able to erase the fact that he was hurt with what they did.

If they weren't willing to lend him a hand on getting back to the humans, he just had to find someone who would.

And he knew exactly who.

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"Hey, Bonfire! Don't scratch that!"

Minho dragged the cat out of the bookshelf because it was tearing the books down, and he didn't want Jisung to come back to his house being a wreck.

It had been days since Minho went back to earth and Jisung still hadn't come back. He had no idea when Jisung would, but his hope didn't waver. He needed to see him before he could go back down to hell.

He didn't know if time in hell and heaven are the same, but he was sure that it works differently with the human concept of time. He was scared that it might already be a thousand years in Jisung's timeline since he left and for Minho, he had only been waiting for days.

He tried to shake off the negative thoughts as he focused once more with Bonfire trying to claw its way out of his hands.

"You are one evil cat. I should bring you to hell to meet Changbin's hounds."

He put it down and went back to cleaning Jisung's house.

He was doing pretty well with the task when another disturbance occurred, this time, a knock on the door. 

"For fuck's sake. Why can't I have some peace here?? Bonfire! You stay right there!" He warned as he saw the cat making its way up to the bookshelf again.

"I'm sorry the house owner's not here so pl— Hyunjin? What are you doing here?"

"General. I just wanted to update you with the negotiations that we had done while you were away."

"Please tell me there's good news."

Minho led Hyunjin in before closing the door. He chuckled when he saw that even in his human form, Hyunjin still stuck with his very formal attire, being it a white suit that resembled his wings, with a black undershirt.

"We got the approval for the majority of them, General."

"Oh fuck yeah! I knew I could count on you!"

Minho was about to invite Hyunjin to stay when he suddenly bowed, gesturing his leave.

"Hey, hey! What's the rush? You should stay for a bit. Come on, you need to cut yourself some slack, Hyunjin. You're barely up here."

"General, I still have a few things to work on so I must go back down."

"Hyunjin, come on. Help me out here. I'm currently stuck with a cat that has the same attitude as me, and no one else. Just a few hours, okay?"

Hyunjin bowed again before taking a seat on Jisung's couch, while Minho went to the kitchen to prepare them something to eat.

"What's the name of your cat?"

"He must've been given a different name by Jisung, but I call him Bonfire. He's nice, just a little moody."

As Minho approached the living room with plates on both hands, he saw that Bonfire was on Hyunjin's lap, doing the same thing that he did when he first saw Minho.

"I'm pretty sure that cat is from hell. He's very comfortable with demons." Minho sat next to Hyunjin, stuffing his mouth with the chips that he bought with Jisung's money.

"General, where is…the angel that you've been talking about?"

"He's up in heaven for whatever reason. I actually talked to a couple angels, looking for him, but I guess they had no idea why he's up there, but I'm assuming it's because of me."

"Are you waiting for him to come back before you go back to hell?"

Minho's hand stopped midway into grabbing another stack of chips when he heard Hyunjin's question. It's true that he was waiting for Jisung, but he didn't know until when.

"It depends. I can wait for him, but I also cannot neglect my responsibilities back down there. Who knows when Satan's going to act again. I should be there in case that happens."

"Would that be fine with you, General? Going back even if you haven't seen him yet?"

Minho swore that the question made him feel a little queasy, it felt like his heart was being pinched on the sides.

He laughed to himself when he realized that he was in a situation that really gave him a feeling of having a curse and a blessing at the same time.

These were the consequences that the both of them had to face for their forbidden relationships, these were the things that they had to pay just because they chose to love each other.

If he could think with his heart, Minho would definitely choose to stay, and he'd wait for an eternity if he could just to see Jisung again, but he knew it wasn't possible. He's also a general, and thousands of lives are depending on him to save hell one last time from Satan's ambitious plan.

"I won't be fine. That's for sure, but I'm sure he'll understand. Hell is my home, and you guys are my family."

"You really love him."

"I do, Hyunjin. I do...and maybe that's the most painful part. We knew that there would be hurdles along the way, but we weren't ready for any of it, but you can't stop loving someone just because of those things, especially when you know that you can never love again if it wasn't the same person."

Minho turned his head to look at Hyunjin, who was rubbing Bonfire's tummy, but his eyes were gazing blankly at the wall. Only then did he realize that his words also applied to his situation right now with Seungmin.

"Hyunjin, have you talked to Seungmin yet?"

The name must've snapped him out of his thoughts when he finally spared a glance at his leader. Minho could see the stress in his eyes. Hyunjin was never one to talk about his feelings, he was always this hard working demon that everybody admired, but was always hiding what he truly felt.

"I... haven't. I don't know what I'm going to say. He betrayed us. He could do that again."

"Hyunjin, I know it's hard to believe him right now, but I'm telling you, he might betray everybody else, but not you. He did that because he wanted you to be safe... although I must say the execution is stupid but the thought is up there."

Hyunjin couldn't hold his laughter from Minho's last words, and Minho was glad that he made Hyunjin loosen up a bit.

"Look, I'm not forcing you to talk to him right now, but it wouldn't hurt to try. I promise you'll feel much better, because whether you stay with him or not, you'll know for yourself that it's your decision."

"Thank you, General. That's…that's really helpful."

"I know. I should be a love advisor or something, and then overcharge my clients."

The heavy atmosphere that loomed over their heads had somehow disappeared, and finally, he could see his loyal demon smiling again.

Minho believed that Hyunjin deserved so much happiness, and he didn't want him feeling disappointed because of someone else. 

He saved him before, and he's willing to do that again.

"Do you want to stroll for a bit? You don't really stay that much here on the land of the humans, and I think that you should at least try it now."

"I'd love to."

Other than the first time they met, this would be the only time that Minho got to spend time with Hyunjin, and it somehow made him feel a little soft inside.

"That cat will be the death of me. I'm so glad he slept before we left."

"Why didn't you get a dog instead, General? I think you'll have an easier time with them since we have hellhounds."

"Because the word 'dog' backwards is God."

"Oh."

Minho laughed at Hyunjin's reaction when he realized what he meant by that. It was a mix of disgust and disappointment.

Hyunjin would usually wear a neutral expression whenever they were together, but this time, they didn't care about their positions. It was just then having a good time, flying above the tiny humans below them.

It was a good time until Minho spotted someone that he shouldn't have.

"Hey! You fucker!!"

Hyunjin wasn't even given the time to get some context as Minho flew as fast as lightning when he saw an angel descend from the heavens.

He quickly charged at him with full speed, making both of them crash on the rooftop of one of the buildings nearby.

"Where the fuck is Jisung?!! You said you wouldn't tell anybody about us so why is he up there?!!!"

Minho didn't care if Jisung would get mad at him for beating his friend, Chan, but he was filled with rage as soon as he recognized him. He started hitting him on the face, not even giving him time to fight back.

"General! Do you need any help?"

"No," Minho grabbed Chan by the neck, carrying him up with one hand, making him feel the wrath in his heart, "I can take this one just fine."

"P-put me...down…" Chan grabbed Minho's wrist with his hands, clawing on it, struggling to get out of his grasp.

"Where is Jisung? You only have one chance to make this right, Chan. I don't plan on keeping you alive after this."

"H-he left... don't...know…" Chan choked on his own words, and Minho seemed to have forgotten that he wouldn't be able to talk properly if he was on the border of death.

"General, I really think you should put him down so he can tell us the full details."

"No, he's only going to run away and retreat to his home."

"But he's going to die before you get your answers."

As much as he didn't want to do what Hyunjin suggested, Minho knew that he was right. He would be more lost than ever if he didn't give Chan a chance to explain, so he dropped his body to the ground, with Hyunjin acting quickly, drawing his sword out to protect his general.

"Now you better fucking tell me where Jisung is before I kill you."

"I don't...I really don't know…" Chan did his best to make his words comprehensible, soothing his neck with his hand as he looked up to the demons in front of him.

"How the fuck do you not know?! If you weren't behind this then I fucking worship God!"

"I really don't know! He left us and went on a different journey without telling us where he was going. I wanted to follow him but I was stopped by another angel."

"Now you're just straight up lying to my face!"

Minho grabbed the sword from Hyunjin's hand and placed it on Chan's neck, the blade digging into his skin, just a little less deep before it could cut through.

"You know our blades are meant for each other, right? Now tell me!"

"I swear I'm telling the truth! I don't know where he is! He said that he's going to find a way to come back down here, and that's all the information I have!"

"General, I think he's telling the truth."

Without a word, Minho gave the sword back to Hyunjin, walking away from the two to scream at the skies.

He had no care as to how many angels or demons would suffer, humans couldn't hear him anyway, and he needed to let out the anger that was in him, maybe in his mind he hoped that Jisung could hear it as well.

Maybe, just maybe.

"If the first thing I hear from you is a scream like that, I wouldn't trust you with Jisung, either."

An unfamiliar voice had all three turning their heads towards the newcomer.

He was another angel, someone he had seen before.

He was with Jisung in that picture frame as well.

So, he's an angel, too.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

"The name's Jeongin. And I believe you're General Minho."

"Surprised you acknowledged the position there. Are you with this guy? Are you here to defend him?"

"No, I'm here to tell you that Jisung has a chance of coming back soon."

It's like Minho's ears had been selective, he could only hear Jisung's name, and nothing else. He walked over to Jeongin, using his demon form to tower over him, pointing the sharp end of his tail at the angel's chest.

"Now, I'm so done with you bullshitting me. I don't care if you want to protect Jisung, but I am not going to hesitate to kill anyone for him."

"I'm not lying to you," Jeongin began to speak, not even a flinch was seen despite Minho's intimidating act, "I heard that he has gone to the second triad to request for another pass back here because unlike us who can freely switch realms, angels like Jisung need help with that."

"If only you let your friend make his own decisions without you judging him just because you guys are more powerful, then this wouldn't have happened. I can't believe angels suck at friendship."

No one could change Minho's mind with that, and he had to give them a piece of his mind for his own peace of mind. He hoped that these two would leave Jisung alone once he succeeded in getting back to earth.

He signaled to Hyunjin as he stepped away from the angels, both of them flying away from the scene, not giving any more damn to them.

He didn't understand what Jeongin meant with the second triad information, but in all irony, he prayed that Jisung was okay, and whatever he was planning to do, he hoped that he would succeed in it.

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Jisung feared that he may have been a little too brave with his idea of venturing on his own to find someone that could help him with his problem.

He never expected in his life that he would actually be meeting the angels from the first triad without the help of others. How did he get there, one might ask. Well, it's because every angel above his rank just couldn't help with his problem and Jisung was getting frustrated, he just went all the way to the highest of the angels, those who serve God directly.

"This is really not what I was planning." Jisung said to himself as he was intimidated with how the first triad angels looked.

They were very different compared to Jisung's rank. They were taller, and...they look very different when it comes to the normal appearance that humans would perceive of an angel.

Other than that, their place of worship was also different from their place in heaven.

The second and third triad angels live in a place that would equate to human's paradise. Just like earth, it looked like a very peaceful day in a place filled with nature, the virgin lands that haven't been disturbed.

But the place that he was in was nothing but light, not even white, but just a bright place with the angels being divided into groups because they all serve a different purpose in this triad.

"I'm sorry for the wait. I wanted to let you know that your request has been granted. You may come in." One of the Cherubims ushered Jisung into a different area.

Jisung felt like his heart could jump out at any moment. He wasn't exactly prepared for what was about to happen, or how he would even face the situation, but he was in no point of no return, and this was his last shot for seeing Minho once again.

Jisung bowed at the Cherubim before the higher angel could leave the space, thanking them for helping him out with his request.

And now, the moment of truth.

If Jisung's beliefs were right, he wouldn't have a problem about the situation that he was in, but if he was wrong, he just knew that this could be his last day being alive.

"Hello, God."

"My child, I never expected someone from the lower triads to speak to me directly."

Jisung held his breath as God answered him. His voice was deep, and it echoed just like a beautiful choir. Although Jisung can't truly see him, he knew that he was talking to his creator.

"That's because I'm not supposed to be here, God. I'm supposed to be with the humans, but two warrior angels brought me back up here and now I can't go down."

"Tell me, Jisung. Don't you think your friends were right for sending you back here so you could be disciplined for falling in love with a demon?"

Jisung felt his chest tighten, his throat began to dry as he was confronted with his actions. It was God, of course he would know all those things.

"They may be right with their intentions, but I know I did nothing wrong."

"But you're an angel, and he's a demon."

"And isn't it a thing that we should appreciate everything that you have created? Technically, demons are still part of it, because they're still a portion of the universe you created."

Silence fell between them, and Jisung felt more nervous at every passing second that God didn't answer him.

To Jisung, the situation felt so wrong and right at the same time he couldn't even explain it.

It felt wrong that he was somehow raising an argument with his creator, but it felt right that he was able to voice out what he truly felt about the whole situation.

He understood Chan and Jeongin just wanted him to be safe from danger, but they also didn't listen to him when he said that there was nothing to worry about.

"You know, Jisung. I have been observing you for a long time, and I must say, you have a very unique perspective with almost everything that it baffles me."

"B-baffles you?"

"It makes me wonder why you were created as a low ranked angel when you have the wisdom of angels from the first triad. I'm proud of you, my child, for braving your way up here just to tell how you felt."

Jisung felt like a big boulder had been lifted off of his shoulder when he heard those words.

All his life, he had always struggled in making people understand that there was nothing forbidden between angels and demons. Truly opposites, but that didn't mean that they could meet halfway just like how he and Minho did.

He was glad that someone else agreed with him, and that someone else is God.

"Does that mean I can go back now?"

"Of course, my child. Take good care of Bonfire."

"Bonfire? Who's Bonfire?"

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"What are you planning to do with that, Jeongin? Please don't tell me…"

"I have to, Chan. You know that it has to be done. We should've done this before."

Jeongin didn't care what Chan thought of his decision. He had to do it, and he will do it.

That was the determination he felt as he gazed at the shiny end of his blade.

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Chapter Text

Minho petted Bonfire one last time before handing it over to Felix.

"Please take care of him while I'm gone."

"I will. Are you sure you don't want to wait for Jisung to come back before you go back to hell?"

Minho wanted to. He really did, but he knew that his demons would be put in trouble if he didn't start working and planning on the rebellion as soon as possible. There were still things that he needed to polish, and since he was the mastermind of the movement, all the demons were counting on him about it.

He just hoped that Jisung would understand why they wouldn't be able to cross paths again.

"Once he's back, just tell him that I had to go back because of my responsibilities."

"Sure, I'll let him know. Tell Changbin I said hi once you arrive."

"I will. Take care, Felix. Goodbye, Bonfire."

Minho waved one last time to the two before moving out of Jisung's apartment. Felix had agreed that he'd also look after the house while no one's there to guard it.

He travelled back with Hyunjin, who was still in shock when he was finally given the information that Changbin's dating an angel as well. 

"What do you think, Hyunjin?"

"General, I'm just wondering how Changbin managed to make the angel fall in love with him. He's so beautiful."

"Hey, give some credits to your friend. Changbin is a good looking man, okay?"

"I'm not saying that he's not, but I'm just surprised because he always bad-mouths angels."

It was true, and Minho couldn't help but laugh about it. Changbin would always have a say when it came to angels, maybe that's the reason why nobody suspected him of having an angel boyfriend. A good cover, nevertheless, because it worked.

As they landed, Minho noticed that there were a lot of demons in his castle, with Changbin shouting in the background trying to settle all of them. Most of them Minho did not recognize, but he could see that they were from other factions. He was glad that despite the downfalls they had tried to convince them before by not joining Satan, he was seeing that his change of plans made this possible, together with his demons that worked hard in making the others join them with their plan.

"I'm so glad to see you all here, and I am sorry for the long wait."

Minho's voice had all of them turning to him, the silence that Changbin had been trying to get was finally given, with just a sentence from Minho.

"My apologies for arriving just now. I had to settle some things back in the human world, but now that I'm here, we should start commencing our battle against Satan."

"Do you have a plan?" One of the demons, not from Minho's group, asked.

"I do. It would be stupid of me to go against the ruler without one. But I just have to remind you that this is a war, and casualties are inevitable, although we would meet the same fate if we let Satan continue with his stupid plan of fighting God."

There were murmurs across the hall, but Minho knew that all of them agreed to that bit. Once Satan loses to God, hell would be obliterated and there would be no one left of them, even Satan himself. Warrior angels won't have any mercy on them, and not to mention that the first triad angels may join the war as well, and it would not look good for them. At least if it was a rebellion against Satan, they know who their enemies are because they're all just demons at the end of the day.

"We will start with the small attacks soon. We can't just go on blasting at his location because that would be stupid, and it would guarantee us a loss. For now, we'll test the waters with small attacks within his kingdom."

There were no disagreements from any of the demons, so Minho started talking to the other generals to pick their first fighters for the attacks, organizing it as soon as possible.

Finally, Minho could see the progress in his plans. It was starting to come together just like how he envisioned it. He would be lying if said that it didn't scare him, but fear would only consume him if he let it. Of course he had doubts, this was Satan they were talking about, but he discarded them so he would have a better mindset about the rebellion, and with the support that he was getting from everybody, he had to make sure that his plans would be near flawless.

"Wow, you've never been this busy before. There's just a lot going on." Changbin stated as they walked back to Minho's room together with Hyunjin.

"I know. I even forgot to tell you that Felix said hi."

"You met him?!"

"We did. He was the one taking care of the cat I got for Jisung because his fucker friends brought him back to heaven."

"Wait...hold on. That's a lot to process." Changbin tried to wrap his head around the information that was being given to him. He wanted to know about Felix, but he also was curious about what happened to Minho's lover.

"I'll let Hyunjin tell you everything. I think I'm gonna rest my head for a while."

"This is a genuine question. Did you put any tricks into getting Felix to have feelings for you?"

Minho could hear Changbin's loud 'Hey!', being offended by Hyunjin's words. He started shouting at Hyunjin and saying how it was Felix who confessed first, with Hyunjin answering that he didn't believe it.

Minho let them bicker behind him, too tired to even join in on the fun.

He could only focus on the big doors in front of him, knowing that he could have a bit of peace once he got to the other side, which was his room.

He rushed to open it, only to be shocked at what he saw inside.

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"Does that mean I can go back now?"

"Of course, my child. Take good care of Bonfire."

"Bonfire? Who's Bonfire?"

God only gave him a loud laugh, leaving Jisung confused about who he was referring to.

"Now, just close your eyes, Jisung. And by the time you open them, you're right where you're supposed to be."

"God, how long do I have to close them?"

"You can open them when you hear a sound."

Just like what God told him, Jisung closed his eyes. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it felt like nothing was happening around him. He was starting to think that God was playing a prank on him and he fell for it.

"Jisung?!"

Jisung would never fail to recognize that voice.

Minho.

God sure put him to where he was supposed to be.

Jisung opened his eyes with a smile, ready to greet his partner, but before he could even do that, his smile faded when he realized that he wasn't on Earth.

He was in hell.

"I….How did I get here?"

"I could ask you the same thing!"

He was standing in front of what appeared to be Minho's throne, and by the door stood Minho, two demons on each side, one looked a little familiar to him but he just couldn't pinpoint how he knew of the face.

Jisung started to panic a little, thinking that God might have made a mistake in sending him to hell, or that he was being punished for having a relationship with Minho.

He was frozen. He couldn't even force his feet to walk towards Minho, so the demon did it for him.

Minho rushed to him, and as soon as he was within reach, Minho pulled him into a tight hug.

"I fucking missed you, Jisung. I was so worried about you and I thought I'd never see you again."

"Minho...I missed you too. I missed you so much, but... I'm still in hell. I was just talking to God and he said he'd bring me back but now I'm here."

"What?!" Minho pulled away from Jisung, one of his eyebrows raised as he confirmed the story from the angel, "you talked to the big guy? And he brought you down here?"

"Yeah, I think that's what happened."

"Now, I'm starting to like him. He knows his stuff."

"Minho! How do I get back on earth?"

"Why are you in such a rush? Come here. I'll introduce you to my friends."

Jisung was led down the stairs to meet Changbin and Hyunjin. He learned that they were the most trusted demons and the strongest ones in Minho's troops as well.

"Hello." Jisung greeted awkwardly, knowing that there was some tension, especially with Hyunjin, seeing as how the demon kept on looking at him.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? Changbin used to spy on you before, you know, when I tried to kill you."

"Yeah, and look at him being head over heels for you now. I'm Changbin, Felix's boyfriend. I heard that you two are close."

"We are...and he didn't even tell me that he's with a demon, too. I will catch up on him once I'm up."

Jisung turned to Hyunjin, who still seemed to be a little shocked by Jisung's appearance in hell, but the angel understood, because he was still worried that he might not be able to go back up.

"Is there a problem, Hyunjin?" Minho asked when he also noticed that the demon hasn't even blinked yet ever since he laid his eyes on Jisung.

"General Minho tried to...kill you?"

"Yeah... that was way way back. Why?"

"Why didn't he do it? I never saw him hesitate over warrior angels before."

"It's because I trusted him that he wouldn't do it, and he didn't, and I guess now we're here."

Jisung thought that his answer only brought confusion to Hyunjin, apparent with the way he nodded his head but his brows were still furrowed.

"Look, your head will only keep on hurting if you try to make the connections, but the bottom line is that we're happy with each other. He may have tried to assassinate me before, but it's all just the nature of being demons and angels, Minho and I just decided to look past it."

"I see…" was the only response that he got from Hyunjin.

"Hey, come on now pal. Let's leave the two alone, I'm pretty sure they have a lot of catching up to do."

And with that, Changbin led himself and his friend out of the room, even closing the big doors as they went, leaving only Minho and Jisung inside.

Jisung didn't even notice that Minho was already sitting on his throne, with his eyes closed and his arms placed on either side of the chair.

He looked tired, burned out even. Jisung had no clue what was happening, but he could feel the same way as Minho.

He walked towards him, with Minho opening his eyes as heard Jisung's footsteps coming towards him.

"My angel, I'm so glad you're here with me." Minho opened his arms, with Jisung hopping in on the seat with his beloved demon.

Minho was in his full demon form, wings, horns, and tail, which meant that he was also in his full size, making Jisung look really tiny in comparison as he curled into a ball on Minho's lap.

"Do you think God made a mistake sending me here?"

"You know, Jisung, I never expected my whole life that I would actually be saying this: God was right. Maybe he knew that we missed each other, and so he sent you here so you wouldn't miss me anymore."

"Maybe. But you don't suppose I'm stuck here forever, right?"

"No, I'll accompany you on the way up to earth once I'm done with my tasks, Jisung."

Jisung watched as Minho spread his wings, wrapping it around them, giving more warmth to both of them.

"What do you think of hell, Jisung?"

"It's less warm than I expected."

It made Minho laugh, remembering how Jisung assumed that Minho couldn't survive the coldness of the rain because he was from hell.

Jisung revelled in the sweet sound of Minho's laughter, finally hearing it after a long time of seeing Minho being stressed. That moment, all of his worries were washed away, seeing that he could still make his demon happy despite what was going on.

Minho rested his head on Minho's chest, closing his eyes as he listened to his heartbeat that sounded like a lullaby in his ears. 

He was finally where he wanted to be, not in hell, but at least he was in Minho's arms, seeing that he's still alive, and even meeting the other important people in his life. 

He hoped that things could stay this way forever.

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"We're going to have our first attack today, Jisung. We have to know how prepared Satan is for this rebellion so we can plan our next attacks accordingly."

Jisung watched as Minho gathered Hyunjin and Changbin inside his room, instructing them on what to do for the attack.

"I hope you guys have a safe trip going back here." Jisung announced, worried about all of their safety.

"Oh, we should all be safe or you're going to be stuck here forever." Changbin replied and it earned him death glares from both Minho and Hyunjin, Jisung only being more nervous as before.

"Don't listen to him, Jisung. Nothing's going to happen to us. We're not going to be in the front lines. We will just watch how they're going to take the low ranked demons, and rescue them if the need arises." Minho explained, smiling at Jisung and hoping that it would wash the worry away.

"I have faith in you, guys. You're all very strong."

"Yeah, I'm going to have a word with Changbin once we're out of this room. You two can go first, I still have to show Jisung something."

The two bowed to Minho before making their way out. The couple could still hear them bantering from the other side of the door, with Hyunjin scolding Changbin for saying those words to Jisung.

"Come with me, Jisung."

Jisung followed Minho as they went into a dark pathway. It felt like it would lead to nowhere. There were only a few glints of light that marked the way in and out, and Jisung still had no idea where they were going.

Finally, Minho stopped, and with a move of his hand, the place lit up, revealing a wounded demon in the middle of a cage. The whole place looked like a dungeon, and Jisung assumed that it was.

"I don't know if it's true, but I heard that all angels, regardless of rank, have healing powers. And that you can use it on anyone, is that a myth?"

"No, it's true, but we mostly use it to ourselves, especially with warrior angels since they always fight. The normal angels, like me, have weaker healing powers so we don't use it that often. The last time I used mine was...when you tried to kill me."

That memory felt fresh inside their minds like it happened yesterday, but it wasn't a memory they regretted, rather it was something they'd love to look back on and see the progress that they had ever since.

"Those were good times. Anyway, I have a favor to ask. Can you heal him? I've already turned off the protective barriers for him but it looks like he's still healing from his injuries, and I'm worried that he's getting weaker."

Jisung walked over to the demon, assessing his situation. He looked really pale, compared to Minho's bright red skin, and his wings have been damaged. It also looked like he was unconscious, hence why the demon hasn't said anything ever since they arrived.

"I will do my best to heal him, Minho, but I cannot promise anything."

"That's alright, Jisung. I hope you can. I would wait for you to finish, but I have to go now."

"Wait!" Jisung stood up, pulling Minho back before he could leave him in the dungeons, "Is he...not going to attack me after he's healed?"

"No, you don't have to worry about that. I trust Seungmin not to do anything that stupid. He's the one who's gonna help you find the way back to my room, I promise. Just talk to him like how you did to me that night."

Minho placed a kiss on Jisung's forehead to make him feel better about the whole situation, and it did help, Jisung feeling a bit relaxed than before.

He watched as Minho slowly walked away from him and the injured demon, his figure slowly being engulfed by the darkness.

Jisung looked back once again to the demon lying in front of him.

Seungmin, that was what Minho mentioned. He didn't know what led him in this situation, but that wasn't important. He needed to heal him, because he could sense that he might actually meet his end if he wasn't taken care of as soon as possible.

Jisung placed his hands on the demon, focusing hard on healing him. Light shone brightly as his powers took place, defeating the remaining darkness in the dungeons.

He could hear Seungmin making a sound, probably waking up. His wings were being fixed, and Jisung did as much as he could to pour everything out so Seungmin would be healed completely.

As soon as he was done, Jisung collapsed on the floor, panting as he felt the drain of energy. He observed Seungmin. He was still lying on the ground, but he was moving a bit.

"Are...are you okay?"

Seungmin seemed to have been startled by Jisung's voice, looking up to see the angel with blue wings in front of him, alarming the demon and making him move back. 

"Who are you?!"

"I'm Jisung. I was instructed by Minho to look after you and heal you."

"General Minho? You're... you're the angel!"

Jisung didn't know whether he should be happy that Seungmin was able to stand on his own because of his healing, or to be scared when he whipped out two demon blades, one on each hand, ready to hit Jisung with it.

"And you're Seungmin, right? Minho brought me here to make sure you're okay."

"I don't believe you. Why would he do that when I betrayed him?! And where is he?!"

Jisung stood up and slowly walked towards Seungmin, just like how he did it back then with Minho. "I don't know what happened between you and Minho, but I have no reason to lie, it's not in my nature to do so. As to where he is, he said that he was going to make the first attack of the rebellion, together with Hyunjin and Changbin."

"Hyunjin?" Seungmin began to lower his blades, and Jisung thought that he and Hyunjin had something going on, "Is he okay?"

"He is. I didn't see any problem with him when I saw him. If you're feeling better, maybe you can catch up to them. They just left."

"I don't have the right to do that. I betrayed Minho, all of them for my own safety."

Jisung cautiously went up to Seungmin, and just like before, he showed no fear as he met his eyes. Seungmin's eyes were sad, regretful, and even though Jisung didn't know the full story, he could understand why he was feeling like that. 

"Minho told me that you can lead the way out of this dungeon and into his room. Can you do that for me?"

"You're trusting me to help you get out of this place? Are you out of your mind?"

"If I am, then so is Minho for letting me stay down here with you so I can heal you. Minho trusts you that you won't do anything to harm me, and I'm just doing the same."

Jisung recognized the same facial expression Minho pulled that night, with Seungmin doing the same. Total confusion, wondering why he was acting that way.

Minho made him stay with Seungmin, and Jisung trusted every judgement that Minho made.

"Are you still with me?" Jisung checked when he realized that Seungmin hasn't spoken since.

"Uhhh...y-yeah. Come with me."

Jisung followed Seungmin back to the dark path he took before, and in a matter of minutes, they were back in Minho's room. 

"Oh, wow. You really know your way. Thank you, Seungmin."

"Did Minho really tell you that?"

"Hmmm?"

"To heal me."

"Yeah. He led me down that place before he left with the others."

"I still don't know why he did that."

Jisung could see that Seungmin was still confused about everything. Betrayal and all, he still had to understand the context of things.

It didn't look like Minho would be back anytime soon, so to pass the time, he decided to talk to Seungmin about what happened.

"If you don't mind, can you tell me more about you and Minho?"

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"General, this is no use. Most of our demons wouldn't be able to survive unless we intervene. We have to get them out!" 

Minho already knew that, but he still thanked Changbin for the information. They had observed how powerless their low ranked demons were compared to the soldiers that Satan prepared for them. In a true battle, they would be forced to help them, but that would exhaust their forces quickly, giving them a disadvantage once Satan brings out the stronger demons that would be matched even to Minho.

"Everyone! Fall back!" Minho screamed, and as soon as the demons heard it, the stronger warriors began to shield the weaker ones so they could escape without any casualties.

"Satan is more equipped than we thought. We won't stand a chance if we're going to fight like this." One of the leaders commented on their way back to Minho's castle.

It was true, not even a glimpse of miracle was seen from that attack. They were at a loss, and Minho could see that most of their warriors felt dejected after the test.

He had to find a way before they could back out, and he had to be quick with it.

"We are going to change our groups. For now, I will find a way to make the forces stronger. Please give me some time to work on it. This is only the beginning, and it's a good thing that we now know how ready they are for us."

That was all Minho could say at this point, he really didn't know what else he could find or do at the moment to bring them more power.

It was like asking for a miracle from the heavens to drop and land on his hands, and everything would be fine.

But in Minho's reality, there was nothing like that. He had to rely on what he had, and what he had wasn't enough to win the battle.

Dispirited, he went back to his room, together with Changbin and Hyunjin, hoping the three of them could brainstorm and find another way to make them more powerful against their ruthless leader.

When he opened the door, he saw Jisung sitting on his throne, looking really tiny in the middle, with Seungmin sitting on one of the arms of the chair, talking to Jisung casually, only to be disrupted by their presence.

"Seungmin? What are you doing here?"

Hyunjin was the first one to speak, his hand already ready to draw his sword out.

Seungmin didn't answer him verbally, instead, he ran towards Hyunjin, backing away when Hyunjin took his sword out of his scabbard, almost hitting his neck.

"Hey, Hyunjin. Calm down. I told Jisung to heal him, that's why he's here."

"Why? He didn't deserve your forgiveness, General. He betrayed us."

"Hyunjin...please, can we just talk? I promise I'll leave you alone after this if you don't want me anymore. I just need one more chance." Seungmin pleaded, and all the other ones in the room waited for Hyunjin's answer, all hoping for the same thing.

To their relief, Hyunjin put his sword back.

"We'll talk, but not here. I don't want to disturb the General with your words."

Hyunjin took his leave, with Seungmin following along, only after he thanked Jisung for what he did and Minho for forgiving him.

"Oh, man. I don't recall getting the third wheel role." Changbin spoke as soon as the two were out of the room.

Minho laughed as he climbed the stairs leading to his throne, joining his angel on the seat. 

"We're still going to brainstorm, but I don't think I can actually think of anything after that. I still have no idea."

"Me neither, I don't think I can be of any help to you right now, Minho. I'm just gonna go back and check on all the demons. I have to make sure those cowards don't quit after this."

"Oh, before you go, if anyone asks for me, tell them that I'm still here. I have to drop Jisung back to earth, but I'll be quick."

Changbin held out an okay sign before disappearing into the hallways, leaving only the couple inside the room.

"How did it go?"

"Terrible. I don't even want to talk about it."

Even with Minho saying that, he still told everything to Jisung. How their plan looked really weak compared to what Satan prepared for them, and how they've hit a slump with their plans.

"So basically, we're fucked. That's the bottom line."

"I wished I could help you, Minho. I can't think of anything as well. I'm not well-versed with hell."

"Jisung," Minho looked down on Jisung, brushing his golden hair with his long and skinny fingers, making sure that he wouldn't be wounded by his sharp nails, "being here with me is the best thing. I really thought I wouldn't be able to see you anymore. And I was ready to kill your friends if that ever happened."

"You wouldn't do that!"

"Trust me, I would. I met with Chan and...Jeongin..was that his name? If it weren't for Hyunjin with me, Felix might be the only one in your friend circle."

"Hey!" Minho earned a smack on his arm after he said that, but the demon only laughed about it.

"Come on. Let's not talk about them. We have to get you out of here before things get ugly."

Minho held Jisung's hand, it looked so small compared to his when they're in their true forms, and he didn't know why but it made his heart soft seeing it like that.

He led him to the place in the castle that served as a portal between hell and earth.

"Are you nervous, Jisung?"

"Kind of. What if I get stuck here?"

"I'm pretty sure the big guy up there granted you a one-time pass to hell, so that means you can't go back here, because you will literally die. But that doesn't mean you can't return to earth."

"I hope you're right."

"Just close your eyes, angel. Open them when I say so."

Minho didn't know that that was almost the same thing that God told Jisung before appearing in hell, and Jisung was kind of hesitant to do it because he was scared that he was going to be back in heaven when he opened them.

"Jisung, trust me. Everything's going to be fine."

Minho tightened his hold on Jisung's hand. Finally, Jisung did what he was told, closing his eyes as Minho took care of their journey back to earth.

"Jisung, you can open them now."

Minho watched as Jisung slowly opened his eyes, as if scared to see hell again.

He adored as Jisung jumped up and down when he saw the beautiful sunset view on the top of the building that they landed on.

"I'm back! We're back! I'm not in hell anymore!"

"You're rejoicing like hell is a bad place. At least we don't have to talk to Satan to go back and forth from our realm to this world."

"You're right about that. I should've recommended that to God while I still had the time with him."

"Hey! Big guy! You heard that? My baby wants easy access to heaven!"

Minho got smacked in the head by the angel, scolding him for talking to God like that, to which the demon only shrugged.

As soon as the banters were done, they flew to Jisung's house, with Jisung rushing to the door and calling the cat by the name Meanie, and Minho was right that the cat was given a lazy name while he was gone.

"Meanie! I missed you so much! He looks so healthy! Thank you, Felix!"

"That cat is so energetic I couldn't keep up! I'm just glad you're back so I won't have to take care of him again."

Minho let the two catch up as he dropped like dead weight on the couch. He was back in his human form, and the tiny frame that he was on made him feel all the exhaustion from the attack that they just did.

"Hey, Minho, are you okay?"

"Yeah, my energy just got drained from you calling Bonfire a different name."

"Bonfire? You named the cat Bonfire?"

"Of course. He looks like a Bonfire with his skin, and he acts like fire as well. If you know what I mean."

"Oh yeah! You are a Bonfire!"

Minho chuckled when he heard Jisung summoning the cat with the name that he chose. 

It was almost a good time, just Minho, Felix, and Jisung together with Bonfire, until a knock was heard, and Minho could already tell who was behind the door.

Felix was the one who opened the door, and as expected, it was Jeongin.

Minho immediately got up, ready to fight when Jisung stepped in front of him, as if shielding him from his warrior friend.

"Not one step inside, Jeongin. You've already done enough."

"I'm not after you, Jisung. This time," Jeongin held tightly on his sword, lifting it up until the sharp end pointed directly at Minho's head, "I'm here for Minho."

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"I'm not after you, Jisung. This time, I'm here for Minho."

His words definitely made the atmosphere a lot heavier, even Bonfire started hissing at Jeongin.

Minho gently pushed Jisung to the side so he could face Jeongin, but Jisung was stubborn, holding onto his leather jacket so Minho wouldn't go any further.

"Minho! You're not going!"

"Jisung, this has to end, and if this is your friend's death wish, then I will gladly give it to him."

"No! Don't do it! Jeongin, just go back to heaven, please! It doesn't have to be this way!"

Jeongin lowered his sword down, confused as to why the two were screaming at each other.

"What are you guys talking about? I'm here to give something to Minho."

"What?" Jisung and Minho said at the same time. The situation was getting more complicated at every passing second.

"Give me what?"

"I have to speak with you privately regarding that, but I promise I'm not here to hurt you."

"Jeongin, you better be telling the truth! I'm not going to forgive you if you hurt Minho."

Minho clicked his tongue and raised an eyebrow at Jisung. "Hurt me? As if he can."

Jeongin only rolled his eyes at Minho's confidence, although it was true, seeing how Chan was no match for him.

"Can we talk outside? I still have to go back to heaven."

Minho followed Jeongin out of the house after making sure that the two best friends wouldn't snoop on them while they were talking.

"So, what's so important that you have to hide this from your friends?"

"This."

Jeongin handed him his sword, along with the scabbard, and Minho couldn't be more puzzled.

"What do you want me to do with this? Do you want me to slice you open using your own sword?"

Jeongin scoffed as Minho grabbed the sword from his hand. "No, but you can slice someone else with that sword."

"And who might that be?"

"Are you serious? I didn't know you had some loose screws."

"Hey, you better watch your mouth, boy. I have your sword which makes me ten times more powerful than you."

Jeongin exhaled loudly, clearly trying to calm his nerves. He wanted to knock some sense into the demon's head in the most civil way.

"I heard from the other demons that you're in a state of rebellion down in hell, and I doubt that you're going to win against your ruler with just you fighting him."

"Okay...and what is the relevance of that to our conversation?"

"That sword is your hidden weapon. Remember, demon blades kill angels, and angel swords kill demons. I'm giving you that sword because you're the only one capable of using it against Satan with a chance of winning."

Minho looked down on the sword that he was holding. It was true, their weapons contradict each other, and when you're hit by it, the wound would never heal, no matter what, even if you're an angel.

Their weapons are toxic to each other, and Minho had the most poisonous one in his hands.

One other thing that they had to remember was that they can't take the owner's weapon without them giving their permission for another to use it, whether they're from the same or opposite realm. That was the reason why despite Minho's large kill with the warrior angels, he could never take their weapons because it would turn dull if he claimed it, so Jeongin doing this and willfully surrendering his sword was a lot.

The miracle from heaven that he had in his head was actually real, and it was right in front of his eyes at that time, appearing in the body of Jeongin and his sword.

"You're helping me... why?"

"Take it as my apology for interfering with you and Jisung's relationship. It was stupid of me to do that. I really couldn't care less who wins between you and Satan. I just wanted to give you a little help."

It wasn't a little help, it was a game changer.

The sword may just be the best thing that Minho had acquired for this battle, and he had to make it count.

"Thank you, Jeongin. I will put this to good use."

"I hope you will. Now, I have to go."

"Oh, wait! Can you hold on to this for one second?"

Minho gave the sword back to Jeongin as he made his way into Jisung's house.

Before Jisung could even ask what was happening, Minho gave him a quick kiss on the lips, before bidding goodbye.

"You know I'm not planning to stay here for a while so I'm going now, okay? I'll see you soon, Jisung. Take care of Bonfire!"

Minho was about to run towards the door when Jisung grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.

"Minho, you have to promise me that we'll see each other again."

Minho could see the worry in Jisung's eyes. That's when it became clear to him that this would be the last time they'd see each other before Minho faces Satan back in hell, and there's no telling if he could actually survive that.

A lump began to form in Minho's throat, but he brushed it off as much as he could, not wanting to look weak in front of his beloved angel.

"Of course, Jisung. I promise. Satan will beg for mercy, and he will kiss my foot once I've battled with him." Minho forced a laugh, hoping that it was enough to keep Jisung from worrying too much.

"I'll see you later, angel. Okay?"

"Okay, I love you."

"And I love you back."

Minho couldn't resist giving one last kiss to Jisung before running towards the door, seeing Jeongin still holding onto the sword.

"Okay, I'm ready."

"Here, and good luck with your battle."

Jeongin was the first one to leave, placing the sword on Minho's hands before flying away from the place.

Minho was next, ignoring all of the hesitations in his mind and doing his best not to look back at Jisung's house.

He had to go back quickly, and face the biggest battle that he would have to face.

"We're changing our plan. We're going to go all in."

"You can't be serious."

"General, I don't think that's a good plan."

Minho had already expected that Hyunjin and Changbin would have a different reaction to his plan. Seungmin didn't say anything, still warming up to them after he and Hyunjin talked it out. Changbin hadn't talked to him as well, and Minho could understand why.

"I know it sounds like a horrible idea, but you have to trust me on this. I have a plan. And you guys just have to hold it out while I confront Satan myself."

"Minho, that's a fucking death wish! We talked about this, didn't we? We'll infiltrate his base together so that when we get to his throne, there will be more of us fighting him."

Minho could see that Changbin really didn't like the idea, evident from the veins showing up on his face and the side of his neck as he voiced out his opinion.

"You don't understand, Changbin. We already saw how prepared they are. We would need at least ten more troops before we can fight all of his soldiers. And we've already exhausted the lands of hell for everyone to join us."

Changbin didn't have a rebuttal to that, because it was true. They were running out of time and the more time they spent fighting about Minho's plan, the lesser the chances of them winning.

"You have to trust me on this. I'll be showing you something, only to you because I trust you."

"Should I leave, then?" Seungmin finally spoke.

Hyunjin and Changbin turned their heads to look at Seungmin, before going back to Minho, waiting for his response.

"No, you're staying. I still trust you, Seungmin. And if you ever betray me, just know that you're betraying everyone else in this room."

Minho watched as Hyunjin and Seungmin exchanged glances before focusing on what Minho had to show.

As soon as he drew the angel sword out, all three had their jaws drop, eyes widening in disbelief to see the holy weapon down in hell.

"Is...is that what I think it is?"

"Yes, Changbin. I had this given to me by Jisung's friend as a sign of apology."

Minho swayed the sword around as a test, with the demos below backing away a bit, knowing how dangerous it was to any of them.

"Jeongin has entrusted this sword to me, so I have to use its full potential to Satan. This is our only chance to win."

"But even with the sword, it's still very dangerous to go on your own, General. He could kill you with one strike."

"I know that, but I think the element of surprise would help me catch him off guard."

"That's not enough," Seungmin cut off, crossing his arms as he leaned on the wall, "one mistake and he could use that sword against you. Once he gets his hands on it, we won't stand a chance anymore."

"I know...fuck why is this so hard…"

Minho shut his eyes for a moment, trying to come up with a different plan that would somehow lessen the dangers of his own, but he came up with nothing.

"Minho, if you're gonna go straight to Satan, then at least let me come with you." Changbin suggested.

Minho could see the same worry that Jisung had on his face before he left. Changbin was more than a soldier to him, but he didn't want his closest friend putting his life in danger.

"I can't let you do that Changbin, it's very dangerous and—"

"So you'd rather commit the same mistake you did back then when you almost died? Minho, we're right here! Stop moving on your own! We're here for a reason!"

"General, I agree with Changbin," this time it was Hyunjin who stepped in the conversation, "if you're not going to allow us to come with you, then I'd rather not join this rebellion at all."

Minho felt a lot of burden on his part. They all had their reasons why they were saying it, but Minho had them, too. If they stayed in their lane fighting the demons that were much weaker than them, Minho wouldn't have to worry about them being casualties, but if he let them join him in his task, he might win but with the weight of their deaths.

"Stop thinking about it too much, General." Seungmin suddenly blurted out, pulling Minho out of his deep thoughts. "If you're thinking about casualties, there's not much we can do about that. This is a war, and there's bound to be deaths no matter what."

"I hate to say this but that motherfucker is right! We're doing this not just for you, Minho, but to everyone else in this movement. The main objective is to kill Satan, and if we can't achieve that, everything would be meaningless. So just please...please let us join you in that plan."

Minho exhaled loudly, looking at his demons one by one with his tired eyes.

They were a lot to handle, really, because they're the only demons that could speak to him this way, but he loved them so, regardless.

He understood that they were also desperate to win, that they're laying their lives on the line, just like Minho, but he still didn't want them to do that. It pained him that they had to arrive at this situation.

"You're all making this very hard for me, do you know that?" Minho finally said, ending it with a forced giggle.

He looked at the sword once again, hoping that it would be the answer to all of their problems, before standing up.

"Let's fucking do this."

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"Bonfire! Stop eating the ingredients!!"

Jisung could hear Felix screaming from the kitchen, of course it was because of the cat.

Felix decided to stay with Jisung for a while so he could check on his friend, and vice versa. Jisung wasn't the only one who had a boyfriend back in hell that was going to war. He was also worried about Changbin, and having Jisung by his side calmed him a bit.

A knock on the door caught Jisung's attention. He placed the book that he was reading down on the couch, telling Felix that he was going to get it.

They weren't expecting any guests, but Jisung assumed that it might either be Chan or Jeongin, although he was surprised when he saw that it was neither.

Rather it was a human, or so he thought.

"General Minho has sent me to give this to you."

The demon in human flesh handed Jisung a letter before disappearing into the night.

With a heavy heart, Jisung went back to the couch and started reading the letter, and as soon as he read the first line, tears began to form in his eyes.

It was Minho saying that they were going to move soon, and he had created a new plan, with the help of his trusted demons. 

He also mentioned how nervous he was, although he couldn't show it to them because he was their leader, and he had to hide the fact that it was scaring him.

"I still cannot believe that we're actually doing this. Every time my mind reminds me that I'll be battling against our ruler, my knees begin to tremble, but I have to look tough so that the others would feel the same way.

Do not worry too much, for we have a secret weapon on our side, I cannot tell you now, but I will once we meet again...if we're given the chance to.

I miss you, Jisung, you and your lovely smiles. I hope that you're having a fun time with Bonfire, and I wish I could come back as soon as I can to join you.

I wish we could go back to the simpler times, where we'd just have to compete to see who's better at doing their jobs, rather than fighting a battle I'm unsure of winning.

I'm scared, Jisung.

Not because I might die at any moment, but because of the reason that if I do, I wouldn't be able to see you anymore. I won't see your smile, I won't be able to tease you, I won't feel your hugs, all that.

For that reason, I will do my best not to perish in this mission.

So that I'll see you again, my angel.

I love you from hell and back."

By the time that he finished reading the letter, Jisung was sobbing uncontrollably. He regretted not spending enough time with Minho when he was in hell. He regretted not kissing him for hours and hours before he went back to his home.

He wanted to see Minho again, he wanted him safe in his arms rather than entering a battlefield that might serve as his grave as well.

Felix must've heard Jisung's cries when he rushed to his friend, checking if he was okay.

"Jisung...what happened?"

"It's Minho. He...he sent me a letter. Felix, I'm scared. I don't want to lose him."

Seeing his friend cry had Felix bawling his eyes out as well. He hugged him tight, rubbing his hands on his back hoping that it would help.

Felix understood why Jisung was acting like that. Night and day he would quietly cry as well whenever his mind would wander what Changbin was doing. Was he okay? Was he hurt? Felix could only hope for the best, just like Jisung.

They were lost, very much, and all they could do is pray at this point, that one day, they'll wake up with their beloved demons by their side, saying that they won the battle.

"Everything's gonna be a-alright, Jisung. They'll be...fine...okay?" Felix choked on his own words, his sobs growing louder just as much as Jisung's.

Bonfire hopped in between them, scooting closer and rubbing his body all over them, meowing as if he understood what was happening.

This helped the two to stop their sobs for a moment, Jisung giving his cat some head pats.

"Minho and Changbin are going to be alright, right, Bonfire?" Jisung asked as he sniffled, wiping his nose with his sleeves.

Bonfire answered with a loud meow before going back to his usual territorial ceremony, leaving his fur all over their clothes.

"I think that's a yes." Felix replied, and that somehow made them laugh, momentarily forgetting the worries that filled their hearts, all thanks to Bonfire.

That night, Jisung couldn't sleep, even when he tried everything he could. He exercised, he cleaned the inside and outside of the house, but still, sleep seemed to avoid him, all because of his thoughts.

He went out, hoping that it would help him, using his angel form to fly across the city, watching the quiet night go by.

The lack of demons could be observed as Jisung continued to hover all across the place, reminding him once again that they had a very important war down in hell.

He sighed as he landed on one of the rooftops, wishing that Minho was beside him, sitting on the edge of the railing as he teased him about something very small.

He looked up to the stars, not actually knowing why, but it brought him comfort that they were shining brightly that night.

"God, you can see me from up there, right?" Jisung began to talk to the sky, hoping, wishing that God would hear him one more time.

"I'm pretty sure you can. I have one last request if that's alright." Jisung swallowed hard, feeling his eyes tearing up once again, "Can you...can you make sure that Minho and all of his demons would win the fight? Please? I know this is too much to ask, but I'm desperate."

Tears started racing down Jisung's beautiful face, he couldn't keep them in anymore, not with everything that he had gone through.

"I'm... I'm begging you. I don't know what I'll do without him. I... I'll be lost without him, God. And I'm sure you know that I'm telling the truth. I know you can feel it."

Jisung was answered with silence, although he really wasn't expecting anything. 

He didn't think that God would actually answer him from up there. Meeting him was a one time thing, and Jisung acknowledged that.

"It's pretty late to be up here, don't you think?"

A voice from behind him had Jisung jumping in place. He immediately turned to see Chan approaching him.

"Oh... it's you."

"Hey."

Chan joined Jisung in watching the night sky and the city down below. "I didn't expect to see you here, Jisung."

"I could say the same thing, Chan."

With a bit of hesitation, Chan finally looked at Jisung's eyes, feeling guilty about everything that happened.

"I don't think I have properly apologized to you about what happened. And I'm here to do that tonight."

"Chan, it's okay. That's all in the past."

"No, Jisung...no." Chan paused, huffing before speaking again, "It was very wrong of me to interfere with you and Minho. My intentions were good, but my mind wasn't in the right place when I snitched on you. I was just really worried about you spending time with him."

"Chan, I know. And I forgive you."

Jisung placed a hand over Chan's, giving them a light squeeze, hoping that Chan would believe him.

"I know, Jisung, but I don't think I deserve it. When Minho got mad at me for sending you back to heaven, and you going out of your way to ask for help, that's the only time I realized how much you mean to each other. I didn't believe that it was possible within our realms."

"It is, we're actually not the first demon and angel couple, just letting you know."

Chan raised an eyebrow at Jisung, as if doubting what he just said. He was pretty sure that Jisung and Minho were the first of their type. He hadn't heard of anyone else trying to pull that kind of relationship.

"You can raise that brow at me however you want, but I'm telling the truth. I'm not sure who did it first, but I'm sure that Felix was dating a demon years before Minho and I met."

"Wait...Felix?!"

Jisung laughed at Chan's reaction. He looked like he just found out that everything he believed in was a lie. Well, it's not like anybody expected Felix to do that.

"Yeah, Felix. Our very own. He's actually seeing one of Minho's demons."

"Really?! Wow, I feel like I know nothing at this point."

"Wanna bet if there's more of us?"

"I think I'm going to lose if I go with the belief that it's only two couples out there."

"You might be right about that."

As the laughter died down, Chan grabbed Jisung's hand, rubbing it with his thumb, hoping that it could do something to help his friend.

"He's going to be fine. Just wait for him, he's going to be back."

"I just hope you're right, Chan. I'm really scared that I won't see him again."

"You will, Jisung. You're meant for each other, and I believe God wouldn't get in the way of ruining such a beautiful love story as yours."

"Thanks, Chan."

As silence fell on them, Jisung prayed that Chan and Felix were right.

He needed to see Minho again, and he could only hope that fate would be good on them.

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"It's finally time, are you ready?"

"Changbin, I could be drinking a martini right now but instead we're going to war. Do you really think I'll ever be ready for an event like this?"

"Fair enough."

Minho watched as the warriors began to line up, going with the formation Minho told them to do, not that it was important because it would be chaotic later on, anyway, but still, they went along with it.

"Remember the plan, alright?"

He looked at Hyunjin, Seungmin and Changbin, their wings all spread out, ready to take the aerial path towards Satan's castle.

"Best of luck for us boys."

Minho was the first one up in the sky, the rest of the winged demons following suit.

Minho took one deep breath, closing his eyes and once again hoping that this day was meant for them.

"CHARGE!!!"

Minho screamed as loud as he could, marking the start of the rebellion.

Thousands of demons rushed and flew, with the stronger demons assessing the situation.

As soon as they got to the base, chaos took over, with demons screaming as they began to fight each other. Blood being shed, Minho and the others began to fight off the stronger demons, eliminating them as they made their way towards Satan's lair.

It wasn't an easy feat, since the nearer they got to it, the stronger the demons were, and Minho couldn't bring out his weapon yet because he couldn't afford Satan knowing about it before he could use it.

"Fucking hell! These guys are desperate!" Changbin said as he added another life on his kill list, letting its dead body drop to the ground.

"We are more desperate so we should go now!" Minho reminded them.

Satan's castle grew larger in size as they eliminated most of the guards trying to stop them from infiltrating the inside, and Minho felt more nervous with each passing second.

This was it, there was no turning back, and as soon as they faced Satan, that would decide the fate of everyone in the battle.

Tens of demons later, they finally got to the entrance, although they couldn't deny that the battle already took a big fraction of their energy, but they couldn't stop.

They had to keep going, and that's what they did.

They flew around the halls of Satan's house, looking for the main target.

"Where the fuck is he?!" Changbin angrily shouted as they made their way to his throne, only to find it empty.

"I think I know where he is. Follow me." Seungmin told everyone, leading them to what looked like a secret passage.

Seungmin would know that, definitely, and maybe for once, Minho was thankful that he was a double spy.

Just like what they suspected, their ruler was there, relaxing in the middle of the room as if there wasn't anything going on outside his castle.

"Well, if it isn't the disobedience demons that I took care of, only to plan a rebellion against me." He spoke as he turned to face the group, all holding their weapons up, with Minho still using his demon sword.

"You didn't take care of us, Satan. We worked on our own, and we're not about become slaves to your stupid idea."

"Go on, Minho. What can you and your little demons do to hurt me, I'd like to see you try."

"You're going to regret this!" Changbin shouted, making all four of them go at once, targeting different parts of Satan's body, with Minho going for the heart. That was the only way he could kill Satan. Stab him where it matters.

But it wasn't an easy task, and all of them failed miserably, being caught between Satan's limbs and tails, they were swooped out in an instant, their bodies hitting the walls with a loud thud, followed by Satan's insulting laugh.

"This is how you're planning to end me? A very lousy plan with just you four facing me when your battalion's about to be wiped out?"

Minho was the first one to get up. His eyes quickly searched for the others.

It wasn't a good sight for them, a few more hits like that and they wouldn't be able to take any more, so they had to be strategic with every move.

It was up to them to communicate with only their eyes, and Minho hoped that they could do it perfectly.

A quick tilt of the head to Changbin, and the demon started flying towards him, alone. Seungmin waited for Satan to be distracted with Changbin, so that he could save him if he's caught between his fingers or in any danger. Hyunjin used this as well to fly behind Satan, moving stealthily so he wouldn't get caught by his tail, with that, Minho guarded from the guard.

Just like how they expected it to go, Satan used one of his hand to try and capture Changbin, only to be stopped by Seungmin's blades as he got stabbed by it, warning a loud scream from the ruler, and using his other hand to hit the two and throw them as far as he could.

Next to move was Hyunjin, who landed just between his horns, using his long sword for Satan's eye, making him lose his balance and turn around, looking for the demon responsible for it.

He was about to use his tail but Minho was quick to act on it, equipping his own sword to slice it in half, saving Hyunjin from the attack.

This only made Satan more furious, screaming as loud as he could, summoning more demons inside, and that's when things started going downhill for the rest.

It wasn't in their plan to have to face Satan's strongest demons, but there they were, having to fight a couple of them, not to mention still having the mission to kill Satan as fast as they could.

Wincing as they got up, Seungmin and Changbin regrouped with Hyunjin and Minho.

They were being surrounded, with the warrior demons in front of them and Satan looming behind them. They were trapped, and there was only a sliver of hope for them to win the battle.

"General, you have to do it now." Hyunjin whispered, loud enough for the other three to hear.

"Your energy is not enough to fend you from them. I have to help."

Minho was about to draw Jeongin's sword, but Changbin stopped him, shaking his head to show his agreement with Hyunjin.

"You have to do it now, Minho. Stop worrying about us and finish this fight."

"But—"

"General, we don't have enough time! You have to do it or everything you worked for will be wasted!" Seungmin shouted as the demons started to reach them.

Minho couldn't help but hesitate, he was starting to panic seeing his demons getting caught up in the pile that Satan summoned. His eyes darted from them to Satan behind him.

He was already holding on to the handle of the sword hiding behind his wings. He gritted his teeth, and after another second, he finally made his decision.

For once, he had to ignore his morality when it came to his friends as he chose to fly up and face Satan.

He had to ignore the screams that he recognized were from them as he flew around Satan's body, confusing him on what he was doing.

Just when Satan's hand was about to catch up to him, Minho finally wielded the sword out, slicing Satan's hand open, with him growling in pain and taking a step back, almost losing his balance.

Minho screamed his rage out as he continued to wound Satan up, his arms, chest, stomach, anything that he could reach. The howls of pain being a victorious sound for the general.

"I am not letting you drag Hell into your stupid plan, Satan! Hell is hell and heaven is heaven!"

Minho was about to go straight for Satan's heart, seeing how his attacks weakened him, rushing to end it so he could help the other three below, but he got caught by Satan's tail, shoving him towards the other end of the room.

He didn't waste any time getting up, but it only dawned to him just how big the damage was….to him.

The sword has struck him in the stomach. It didn't pierce through his body, but it was enough to make the wound lethal. Pulling it out would mean a lot of blood loss, and that never led to good things.

His eyes landed on his friends once more, all of them nearing death as well with how much they were fighting, Minho could only imagine just how bad it was outside.

He had to make another choice, and he had to make it quick.

Jisung.

A painful smile was formed as Jisung's face flashed before his mind, right before he pulled the sword out of him.

He could feel the blood seeping out, hurting so bad as he forced himself to fly up. 

I'm so sorry, Jisung.

Minho poured all of his strength out as he tried one more time, going straight for Satan's heart.

His screams filled out the whole room, much louder than the rest inside, ignoring any danger that came his way.

Finally, he was able to dig the sword deep enough for him to slice his heart open, causing Satan to fall back and collapse.

Minho did not stop there. With every last spur of energy that he had, he used the sword to its full extent, making sure that Satan wouldn't have any more chances of staying alive. He dragged the sword all the way down, its powers stopping Satan from even recovering from the stab.

The situation had all the demons running away, freeing Hyunjin, Changbin, and Seungmin from their attacks.

But instead of celebrating the victory, they rushed towards Minho, who had dropped onto the floor, with his blood spilling all over.

"General! Don't fall now...you… you did it!" Hyunjin's frantic voice filled Minho's ears.

"Shit! He's been wounded by the sword!" Minho couldn't see Changbin from where his eyes stared, but he could sense the worry in his voice.

Ah.

It all felt like deja vu to Minho. This was also the same feeling when he decided to take all those demons at once, only this time, he felt more hopeless.

Hell is safe. That was all he needed.

They were finally free from Satan's nonsensical plans and they didn't have to worry about fighting with angels.

Angels.

"Jisung…"

"You better not close your eyes on me, Minho! You promised Jisung you'll be back!"

He did. He really did.

But now it all seemed impossible.

He couldn't even apologize to Jisung for breaking his promise.

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"Open up!!! Somebody open up!!!"

The loud banging on the door had Felix and Jisung waking up. It was the wee hours of the morning and they had only slept for a couple of hours.

"Should we open that?" Jisung asked groggily, still wanting to go back to sleep.

"Wait...no, that's Changbin!"

Felix dashed towards the door as fast as he could, with Jisung trying to catch up when it registered on him who Changbin was.

As soon as the door flung open, they were presented with badly bruised demons, all struggling as they carried Minho inside. They were only able to make a few steps before all of them collapsed on the floor, Minho's body dropping along with them.

Jisung couldn't believe his eyes. His hands began to tremble as he made his way towards Minho. He wasn't just badly injured, he was also unconscious, with a big wound on his stomach.

"How...what...what happened?"

"Don't ask what happened, just fucking heal him!" Changbin shouted, clearly stressed out seeing his best friend in that condition.

Despite the lack of emotions on Jisung's face, his tears began to fall once again, trying to make his hands function properly so he could cure Minho's wounds.

Felix joined him, too, after Changbin told him to focus on Minho first, but even with the two of them working on it, it was no use.

"Felix... it's not working..why is it not working…" Jisung began to sob when he saw that their powers had no effect on him. Everything was still there, including his wound.

"Jisung…" Felix pulled Jisung closer to him as realization started to hit him, and everyone else in the room."

"He can't...he promised me, Felix...He promised me!"

Jisung's howls were heard all over the house, Changbin and Felix began to cry as well. Hyunjin stared blankly at Minho's body, while Seungmin looked away.

The three demons already knew deep down that Minho had been gone a long time now, but they still wanted to try, despite them knowing that this would happen.

They were desperate for a miracle, anything that could bring Minho back to life, because after all his sacrifices, he didn't deserve a sad ending.

Grief, mourning, sadness, regrets. All these filled the space they occupied, all of it rooting from Minho's fate.

Jisung pulled away from Felix, his attention going back to Minho, tapping him lightly and shaking him, hoping that this was all just a bad joke and he'd wake up if Jisung pestered him enough.

"Minho...come on. I'm here now… stop kidding around, please. Bonfire's here, too. Didn't you tell me to take care of him? Minho, please…."

All of them felt pity for Jisung, the scene felt like he was talking to himself, with Minho being unresponsive, as expected.

"Minho... don't do this to me...please…"

"Big guy."

Everybody's eyes grew comically wide as they heard Minho speak. It felt like all of them hallucinated at the same time.

They even paused their crying, waiting for Minho to speak again, confirming that they haven't gone insane yet.

"Big guy...took his time…"

Slowly, Minho opened his eyes, and Jisung had the loudest reaction, breaking down in front of him as he sobbed on Minho's chest, still couldn't believe that his prayers were answered.

"Why are you crying, angel?"

"I... I thought you were dead! You shouldn't scare me like that!"

"I was...big guy up there took me…" Minho said slowly, he waved his hand for Hyunjin to gently pull him up, holding his head in the process because of the massive pain he was still in.

"Are you really alive, Minho?" Changbin had tears and snot all over his face as he touched Minho's body, crying some more as he was able to confirm that indeed he was.

"Can we please just calm down... I'm still in pain, okay? I'll explain everything, just...let me breathe for a second."

Minho then turned to Jisung, whose eyes were red from crying too much.

He lifted his hand to wipe some of it, knowing just how much pain Jisung had to go through seeing him like that.

"You don't have to cry anymore, Jisung. I'm here, I'm alive...and I'm keeping that promise."

The day had been nothing but chaos, and that was true, but as soon as their lips met during that moment, everything was fine.

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"So you're telling me that God...God saved you?! Why would he even do that?!"

"He likes me, Changbin. We're like best bros now."

Minho groaned as Changbin threw the apple on his face, landing perfectly to where it was supposed to be.

All of it was true, and even Minho couldn't believe it.

He really went to heaven and had a talk with God himself. He didn't know why he was chosen, but maybe it has something to do with Jisung.

While he was up there, he could see the struggle that his friends went through, not giving up until they reached Jisung's house, even though he was dead for hours.

It only paid him more when Jisung started crying that he begged God to put him back in his body, no respect whatsoever, even still calling him the big guy.

He wanted Jisung's tears to stop, he wanted to let him know that he was still alive, just in a different checkpoint.

God gave him a few words of gratitude, commending his bravery of protecting hell from their ruthless leader, and going out of his way to make Jisung happy. 

Before he knew it, he was back in his body.

"Jeongin, a warrior angel, gave you his sword, and God saved you from death. General, I think you're being recruited up there." Seungmin joked, making him earn the apple that Changbin threw at Minho.

"Minho would make a great warrior angel, although I'm not so sure about Hell's fate if that happens." Chan butted in as he served more of the sliced fruits Felix prepared.

Chan and Jeongin arrived a few hours after the demons crashed the place. Felix asked for their help in healing most of their injuries so they could be back to normal as soon as possible.

"If that happens, then I should join General Minho in heaven, too. I can't afford to fight him." Hyunjin uttered, earning a thumbs up from Minho for being the most loyal still.

"He can't be up in heaven. He has Hell to rule."

"Hey, I didn't say I'm ruling that place."

"Nobody's going to claim that position, and if that stays vacant, hell would break loose once again." Seungmin rebutted, with the other demons agreeing.

"Hey, don't burden Minho like that. You can all talk about it once you're ready to go back to hell. For now, just enjoy the food."

As soon as Jisung said that, they all went back to eating. Minho already had his arms open for Jisung, hugging him tightly as he joined him on the couch.

"I'm so happy that you're here with me, Minho."

"Me too, Jisung. I was so scared I was going to lose you."

Minho kissed the top of Jisung's head, making the angel scoot closer to him.

"Do you have any plans now, Minho?"

"I should be having plans...but for now, I'm going to focus on you."

Jisung looked up to Minho, planting a kiss on his lips, followed by them saying I love yous.

Their story was a mix of heaven and hell, literally and metaphorically.

Despite the hurdles that they faced, they still decided to stick with each other, no matter the cost.

And that's what they're going to do for the present and the future.

They were fated, and it was written in the skies of heaven, and the dark pits of hell.

Not even Minho being the ruler of hell could keep them apart.

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Chapter Text

Somewhere on Earth.... There's a chaotic group chat that involves angels and demons.

Thanks for all the love, guys!

MHITMOH out 💖