Alright this is the last LAST chapter this time, I swear. I know I've bombarded everyone with these last few chapters but since I had them all written, I figured it wouldn't hurt to just put them out.

Since I'm here, I'll say that Seongjoong were my favourite couple to write. Yungi and Jonggyu were a close second. Favourite characters to write? Yeosang and Seonghwa. Hands down. Least favourite? Jinyoung because he's mean to Joong. My favourite chapter is probably between *The Beginning* *The Middle* and *San's Playground*
And I've cried a total of two times writing this book, both because of Yungi. When I was writing their epilogue and when Yunho pulled a peter parker and faded away (probably because it was 5 am and I was emotional)

Anyway...

There are quite a few things I cut, some for a story reason, others because they just didn't fit. But I thought it'd be fun to see how things could've gone!

(Also these are unedited other than grammar mistakes. I didn't try adjusting the syntax or anything so bear with me on a few of these lines)

Also, can someone tell me why I wrote so much Jongsang smut? I'm not gonna show any of it cause oi but like, I'm pretty I wrote more for them than I did for Seongjoong. Make that make sense.

I genuinely apologise for not representing Wooyoung as the bastard he is and in future, I promise to be more faithful to his character. I promise that in my next work I shall do him justice.

ALTERNATIVE ENDING:

First things first, what would I change?

Ummmm

Everything?

Lol no not really. Just the second part of the book. After The Blood Moon saga is where the majority of changes would come in if you ask me. Though I think I'd keep *The Aftermath* and *A Decent Recover* The only thing I think I may change is from the former and probably have it shift to San's perspective and I'll explain why now.

I would keep all external antagonists out. Yeosang and San would've been the driving force of conflict. So say goodbye to Namdevil. Jimin and Jinyoung would probably show up but wouldn't be as focused on much.

San took over Wooyoung's mind at the end of *Don't Worry I'll Hold You* and doesn't do it again successfully. But if I were to rewrite it, I would make it so that he does it several more times after that. Seonghwa and Hongjoong would be reasonably pissed, Joong especially. And Seonghwa's warning about what would happen if he found out about San using his powers comes true.

At the end of *The Aftermath* He would get scared that Wooyoung wouldn't accept his feelings and brainwashing once again, and that's where the cycle begins. Actually, Woo was meant to have several breakdowns during the story and San would "fix" them by altering his memories.

The threat of containment still looms over San unless he rights his wrongs and restores Wooyoung's proper memories. Which he doesn't want to do since Woo would be reasonably upset.

I think if the original draft of what ended up being *Past Promises* ever got finished, their story probably would've gone along those lines.

On the JongSang side, I would've spent more time developing their romance. Yeosang would have still killed Taehyun only this time, Jongho never finds out and forgives him for his transgressions. They would spend more time together and so would the household as a whole.

Yeosang's still a violent asshole who acts without thinking, and the scene I'll show in a bit is how it would have ended. Taemin would stay in the story though since he's Yeo's mentor and would come in the offer some advice or flame his insecurities. In the end, Yeosang would have still been called back to Heaven and Beomgyu still would have come to replace him. Only this time, he and Jongho's relationship would be strictly platonic.

As for the other two couples, if Seonghwa never goes back to Hell, Yunho never has to leave Mingi. They get to grow old together, or at least Mingi does, and their ending is virtually unchanged.

Sorry, Mingi still dies and stays dead. Like I said in the Q&A chapter, the only way someone can come back is if Jinnie and Namjoonie agree. Idk, maybe Taemin could keep him alive but it's not like he cares lol. If it makes you guys feel better, Wooyoung dies and has to leave San too. So there, now Yunho isn't alone on that front.

Seongjoong are uneffect as well. Tbh they don't have much growth in this story since they're already hundreds of years old. Most of their personal trials were solved in the past since they already learned not to be an asshole or a violent sociopath anymore. The main thing they would have to work on is trusting San with other people.

Which is why I'll be doing a short prequel for them✨✨ Chances are, Namdevil won't be there and neither with Seokgod but Jimin will and he'll be just as awful as he was here :D

Basically, everyone but Yeosang would get a happy ending :D cause with this version, he really wouldn't deserve it.

Before I get to the things I took out, here's a bunch of dialogue I wrote but never used/changed:

Hobi: Be careful Wooyoung. If we lose you, we lose San too.

Wooyoung: how do you know that?

Hobi: the kid cried for 3 days straight when his plushie got a stain on it. I know him, he can be intense.
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((The thought I had was that Namjoon wanted to drain San of his powers from the start to consume it for himself since San was one of the most powerful demons of his generation. He was only stopped because Jin got upset, even though he did the exact same thing.

Then I remembered that this story wasn't about them and realised that it was super unnecessary.))

"How is this any different from what you did to Soobin?"

"Of course it's different! He-"

"Was an angel, right? Everything's okay when the angels do it but the moment my demons step foot outside they're monitored like criminals! When I'm sure it should be the other way around."

"Namjoon!"

"Seokjin!"
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"The best way to manipulate someone is to play with their emotions. And to do that, you need to mess with their mind."
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"People think Hell is fucked up. They see the demons and immediately label us as evil while the angels get to walk away scot-free. They aren't monitored, they almost never need to face trial. When will they learn that they aren't so high and mighty? They can fall just like we can. And the sooner we show them that the better."
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Moonbyul: Hoseok you can't just bring humans to Hell!

Hoseok: I thought he could help San...

Moonbyul: he won't survive here! Do you have any clue how many demons want to eat his soul?

Hoseok:...

Moonbyul: He'll die

Hoseok:...

Moonbyul: *sigh* then Sannie will be sad

Hoseok: *gasp* NO!

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The actual stuff and took out and the reason why

((In the original version of *Past Promises* It was Wooyoung who found Hongjoong in the basement but my brain went dead and I didn't know how to continue. Of course, now that the stories over my brain cells have decided to function but I digress.))

It was a peaceful day in the Park-Kim house. Hongjoong never trusted these days, and rightfully so. Knowing his family, they couldn't stay out of trouble even if their lives depended on it. So when San shuffled into his study, timidly holding his hands behind his back and looking down, Hongjoong wasn't the least bit surprised. Nevertheless, he looked at his son with concern and offered him a seat across from his desk. "What's wrong Sannie?"

The teen fidgeted uncomfortably, still avoiding eye contact. "Are you busy?" He asked quietly. When Hongjoong shook his head, San sighed, almost as if he was hoping he'd say no. "Will you be mad at what I'm about to say?"

"Depends on what you say. San, what happened? Are you okay? Do you want your father here as well?" San nodded at him so Hongjoong called Seonghwa into the room. It didn't take long for the older demon to teleport in and when face with the expression on his son's face, he immediately asked what had happened.

San shifted in his chair, trying to find the best way to phrase this. Eventually, he gathered his breath and just blurted it all out at once. "TheotherdayafterschoolwooyoungandIhadsexforthefirsttime please don't be mad!"

Seonghwa only blinked at him. "San, we can't be mad at something we can't even understand. Please, say that again and say it slowly."

"I...I..." San sighed. "Wooyoung and I had sex."

Silence. It was tense and for a while, their faces remained blank with an unidentifiable emotion. Finally, San began to feel the temperature slowly begin to rise. He pulled at his collar and turned to Hongjoong's, whose hair was flaring brightly. San looked to Seonghwa for some sort of help but his eyes were almost completely blacked out. "Wait...!"

"I'm going to kill him!" They both shouted. San hastily blocked the door before they could storm out.

"No no no! Killing humans is against the law!"

"I'll break the rules for this one! He's corrupted my child!" Yelled Seonghwa.

"Father," Whined San. "You can't be serious! Dad, help?"

"No." That was all Hongjoong said before trying to push past the young demon. San groaned loudly.

"STOP IT!" He finally shouted. The room shook at the immense sound of his voice and both his parents were knocked back. Chairs rose off the ground and slid to catch them and pulled them away from the door. The arms of the chair wrapped around the demon's hands, locking them in place.

"San, what did we say about using your powers on us?" Scolded Seonghwa. San, however, only rolled his eyes. Obediently, he flicked his wrist, commanding the chairs to release the two demons.

"Please calm down," He sighed, once his parents got up. "Wooyoung's not even here so it's not like you can destroy him or anything. Why is it such a big deal anyway? You two have sex all the time! It's practically the same."

"I can't believe we're really having this conversation," Hongjoong mumbled under his breath. His face was light red. "No San, it's not the same. The difference is that your father and I have known each other for years and are married. You and Wooyoung have only known each other for a few months and you're not even d-"

"Actually, I asked him to be my boyfriend," San stated much to his father's shock-horror.

"What?!" Seonghwa exclaimed. "What happened to my little boy?" San groaned as his father broke down in tears.

"I'm seventeen! I'm not a little boy anymore! You can't be that surprised? If anything, this is a good thing! Don't you remember when you lost your virginity?"

"Of course I do," Seonghwa wiped his tears with a light hum. His sorrow was replaced with a smirk and he leaned into his hand while he reminisced on it. "It was Park Jinyoung over his dining room table. Oh yeah, he wrecked me good." He bit his lip at the memory, earning a questionable look from Hongjoong which Seonghwa didn't seem to notice.

"Uncle Jinyoung...?" Muttered San. That makes sense. He shook that thought away though. "Anyway...it made you happy though, didn't it? And Wooyoung makes me the happiest person in Hell or...on Earth. Please, just don't do anything to scare him off!" Of course, neither of them wanted to see San upset. So, begrudgingly, they promised they wouldn't do anything to frighten Wooyoung.

Easier said than done.

That night, Wooyoung found himself unable to sleep. He glanced over at San and smiled when he saw him dozing peacefully, his arms wrapped loosely around his waist. Slowly, Wooyoung untangled himself, careful not to wake the sleeping demon, and slipped out of the bed.

He figured a glass of milk would make him tired so he made his way down to the kitchen.

He hummed a little tune to himself as he poured the drink into a cup. Yet just as Wooyoung was about to take a sip, a light creak filled his ears. The sound intrigued him and looked to see that the basement door was open. He wasn't sure why, especially after what he saw last time, but curiosity drew him to it. Cautiously, he crept towards the open door and slipped inside.

To his surprise, all the lights were on, but there was no one in sight. Wooyoung furrowed his brow and walked further into the room. He cringed at the array of sex toys lining the walls and was just about ready to leave. Something caught his attention though. A muffling sound from the other side of the wall. That's strange. It seemed to be coming from behind the piano but...Oh...

When he gave the wall an ever so slight push, it moved, and what he saw was horrifying.

"Aw, how cute~" Hongjoong chuckled. Wooyoung couldn't really tell what he was standing over, it looked like a person, but there was so much blood splattered on it that it could be anything. The boy's eyes went wide at downright demented look on Hongjoong's face. He was just glad he hadn't taken notice of him yet. "Ready for another round sweetheart?"

"P-P-Please! I-I'm begging you! S-Stop!"

Hongjoong tsked. "Begging gets you nowhere. I thought you would've learned by now. Ah well, I guess that pretty mouth of yours needs to be taught a lesson." The demon strutted over to the line of weapons on the wall, humming to himself as he examined each of them. Chained to the wall, his prisoner could do nothing but struggle as he came over with a metal clamp, a collar with spikes pointing towards the neck and a slick, black whip.

"Are you ready, my little doll?" Wooyoung couldn't watch any longer. He sprinted out as soon as he could but yelped when tripped over the first step of the stairs. His eyes went wide when he heard the door open further and hastily rushed out. He raced around the corner, his heart raging at what he saw.

The basement door swung open and Wooyoung slapped his hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet. "Hongjoong?" He heard Seonghwa say worriedly. A deep growl was his only response and Wooyoung saw the older demon pull Hongjoong into a hug. "Shhh, it's alright Joong. It's just me."

"Sorry....I thought there was someone else..."

"Just me hun. Are you alright? What were you doing down there?" Hongjoong didn't respond and Wooyoung figured it was time to go. He tiptoed back up the stairs and the moment he was there, he sped back to San's room.

What the Hell did he just see? Was he torturing someone? Was he just sleeping and this was all a dream? No, Wooyoung was pretty sure he could smell that blood from a mile away. Oh god, was he living with murders? These were the thoughts that kept Wooyoung up all night.

Is he going to kill me? Why was he so aggressive towards Mr Seonghwa? Does he do this every night? This is what San woke up to the next morning. "Wooyoung...." He whined into his boyfriend's chest. "Your thoughts...it's too early~"

"O-Oh, sorry Sannie. I was just thinking..."

"Yeah, I know," The demon stretched, pushing back his black hair with a yawn. "Who are you talking about anyway...?" Wooyoung was silent. He wasn't sure if he should say. Or maybe San already knew?

"San...What does your dad do for a living?"

San tilted his head. "That's a weird question..." Either way, he hummed. "Well, I know he worked with the Devil, but I'm not really sure what exactly he did..."

"The Devil!?" Wooyoung shrieked. San's eyes widened and he placed a hand on his back, a frown on his face.

"Woo, calm down," He instructed softly. San could see the fear in Wooyoung's eyes and was extremely confused by it. However, then he remembered that Wooyoung came from a Christian family, and sighed. "Hey, it's alright. Why do you ask anyway?" He wanted to get Wooyoung's mind off of whatever it was that seemed to be troubling him yet that question only made him break down further. Just before San could tell him to relax, he was hit by a painful wave of Wooyoung's loud thoughts.

Oh my god oh my god OH MY GOD! THE DEVIL IS REAL AND HE WORKED FOR HIM? SHIT...I REALLY AM GOING TO HELL!

"Wooyoung," San muttered yet again, this time, his voice dropping. "I can't control my powers well when I'm tired and I can hear your thoughts from a mile away."

"Shoot, sorry. I didn't mean it." The demon shrugged and pulled him into a hug. He planted a kiss on Wooyoung's cheek and snuggled into his chest. Such a simple gesture brought some light back to Wooyoung's mood. Even still, he wanted to ask him more questions but decided to keep them to himself. Maybe I was just dreaming.

He wished it could have all been a dream, but what Wooyoung saw was real and it wouldn't be the last time he stumbled across such a disturbing sight in the Park-Kim house.

"Are you alright, Joong?" Seonghwa rubbed circles around his exhausted husband's back. The group were at breakfast yet Hongjoong had hardly eaten a thing. He had been acting strange recently.

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((Here's that babysitting part I cut out of *The Middle* it's not finished but I figured I'd show it anyway.))

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"Are you sure you've got this?"

"Yes Hwa, we'll be fine."

"And you know all the rules?"

"Don't worry too much, Hongjoong."

"Have you got-"

"For fucks sake, GET OUT!" All this worry, and for what? Well, a break is always nice and Seonghwa and Hongjoong were in desperate need of one. No responsible parent would even dream of leaving their five-year-old at home, unattended. So they made the wise, but also deeply regretful decision, to leave Seonghwa's friends to watch over San for the day.

In hindsight, that was most likely the worst choice they could've made. However, Moonbyul was busy and Hoseok shouldn't be within five feet of a child, so this was the best they had.

While Jackson and Jinyoung shoved the couple out of their home, Lay turned his attention to San. A small grin crept across his face at the way the boy so casually played with his stuffed toy, completely ignoring the chaos behind him. Once the parents had finally been kicked out, that left the demons with San.

For a moment, they were silent. To be honest, none of them were really sure what to do. Other than Jackson, it wasn't like they even knew what a child really was. San must've noticed the way they stared at him, their eyes silently boring into his nonexistent soul. "So...Do you want a beer or something?"

"Lay, he's five!"

"I don't know what children drink! I haven't been one in nine hundred years, give me a break!" Jinyoung scowled at the older demon. Had there not been a child in front of them, he would have smacked him across the head. Not that San minded, of course. He seemed to snicker at the aggression his uncle threw towards the other and had it not been for Jackson sweeping him into his arms, it surely would have gotten worse.

The older chaos demon sighed to himself. Never in his life did he think he would have to be the most responsible man in the room yet here he was. "Alright guys, remember: He's a chaos demon. He basically feeds off of disorder. So Jinyoung, quit being a bitch and Lay...just be yourself, you're a lovely person."

The way Lay was blushing just made Jinyoung roll his eyes. Two idiots and a child...Park Seonghwa you owe me...

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((The first part of *You Made Me Regret It* was supposed to have Woosan but I cut it out in the end for pacing reasons. Lol I put the word count in the corner to passive-aggressively remind myself how much time I wasted.))

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[643 words] A loud ring ran through San's head, causing the teen to wince at the intrusion as well as the bright Sun shining outside his window. He blinked himself to life yet kept his face buried to try and cover the sounds in his head. Can I turn off my body? Isn't that what sleeping is? Like, your eyes are sorta like a switch that turns your body on and off? Well no because you're technically still alive...you're just...living with a body turned off.

This is what San had woken up to that morning.

"Wooyoung..." He whined, earning a light hum from his boyfriend, who was laying next to him. "Your thoughts...It's too early..."

"Oh, sorry Sannie. I was just thinking."

"Yeah, I know." The demon stretched, pushing back his black hair with a yawn only to then fall right back into Wooyoung's arms. The blonde chuckled then kissed San's cheek, stroking his head affectionately.

He's so cute. I don't know what I did to deserve such an amazing boyfriend.

San smiled, snuggling closer to Wooyoung while listening to the sweet things he was thinking. Well, they weren't sweet for very long. I've been good, haven't I? I don't want to sound needy and ask for anything but God...all I can think of lately is him on his knees giving me a-

"Wooyoung!" The demon shouted, much to the younger's confusion. Wooyoung sat up, concern lacing his face at the flushed expression on San's face. "Y-You're thoughts...I-I can still hear everything..."

There was a brief moment where Wooyoung's face went blank and was then hit with a realisation. "Everything...?" He squeaked and San nodded at him. Wooyoung then crumbled in San's arms, causing the demon to chuckle.

Regardless of what weird or sensual thoughts Wooyoung had in the morning, San still adored waking up to his beautiful face every morning. He was the light of his life after all and just wanted to see him smile. So he kissed the younger on the forehead to do away with his worry. "Come on you horny boy, let's get ready for school."

Once they were dressed, the two teens got ready to meet Hongjoong, who was going to drop them off at school. Wooyoung had insisted that San wear a crop top to school today, saying it was a statement and in defiance of gender norms, when in reality, San knew his boyfriend just wanted to allow his eyes easier access to his abs. Not that he minded, of course. Even if he knew it was against school rules.

Wooyoung was busy reading a message on his phone, a bright smile on his face when San skipped over. "What are you smiling about?" He asked, looking over his boyfriend's shoulder curiously.

"I got a message from my grandma!" He exclaimed. "She heard about what happened with my mom and wants to see me." San furrowed his brow at this. He wasn't jealous that someone wanted to see Wooyoung, more so, he was just confused as to what this grandma was. It didn't sound like someone he had ever met or even heard of. He nearly questioned Wooyoung about it, but the younger seemed so excited and didn't want to bring down his mood with a dumb question. So he let it be and simply grinned back.

However, their moods soon dampened. "San," Said Wooyoung cautiously. "Have you checked Twitter recently?" When the demon shook his head, the phone was placed in his hands.

A few moments later, San's eyes went wide at the screen. He scrolled through Twitter yet only saw the same thing over and over again. "No way...He wouldn't..." Deep moans and loud curses were the only thing San heard from Wooyoung's phone yet he couldn't look away. Nearly every student from his school was commenting or resharing the video. "Kang Yeosang, I hope you realise the storm you just created..." 

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((I wrote this and then immediately realised how unnecessary it was and took it out of the story 🤡 so here's another opportunity to yell at Namdevil))

By now, San could hardly function it seemed. His breath came out uneven, inhaling and exhaling to an unhealthy degree while anxious beads of sweat pooled down his temples. Anything he thought was real would break before his very eyes and what he assumed was fake never failed to frighten him.

The state he was in was pathetic and the idea of how deranged he looked managed to elicit a light chuckle from him. "You are a little crazy, aren't you, Sannie? Yesss, haha!"

"Look at you, such a mess." The demon glanced up, body trembling as he craned his neck. "What would your poor fathers think if they saw you like this?"

"U-Uncle Namjoon?" Croaked the teen. Namjoon ran his hand through San's now red-black hair, a light tsk coming from him while he traced the sharp edges of his horns. His touch felt different to all the illusions that had been tormenting him all day; that was what infuriated him.

San lunged forward, snapping his jaws at the Devil with a beastly growl. Namjoon, of course, wasn't phased. Sending his arm forward, his hand wrapped around the younger's neck, harsh enough to cut off his ability to speak and breath. "You know, the original plan was to kill you where you stood." He whispered, leaning in with a menacing scowl. "But you escaped. I figured it'd be easier to drain you and keep you at bay for the last few years of the agreement with your father. Alas, that doesn't seem to be going to plan and now here we are suffering for your mistakes."

The Devil grinned at how San began to gasp for air, clutching around him tighter in response. "And mistakes need to be corrected. Because you are just that, Sannie. A mistake. So be a good boy and take your punishment. You wouldn't want to be even more of a problem child, would you?"

The only response was an ugly snarl from him and what San got in return was a smile, filled to the brim with patrony. "That's all I wanted to tell you. You're in good hands Sannie, we'll fix you right up." 

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I didn't want Yeosang to be irredeemable so I decided it'd be best to cut this out. It was meant to happen just before or during Yeosang's trial. 

I know it keeps in line with the whole "I'll force you to love me" thing but I ended up feeling uncomfortable with it. I'm sorry for not fully committing to an idea I set up.

Remember Yeosang antis, this is not canon.

Warning: Non-Con

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"You love me, you just refuse to admit it!"

"I don't! And I never will!" Despite his better instinct, he still gasped as Yeosang moved his lips down his jaw. He could practically feel the angel smirk against his skin.

"Yet you still let me kiss you," He whispered, mouth trailing towards Jongho plush, pink lips. Yeosang kissed him without hesitation. Even when the younger attempted to push him off, his arms were kept down by the blonde's iron grip. "I've missed these lips so much~" He drawled, not at all phased by the way Jongho struggled beneath him. In fact, Yeosang almost chuckled at it.

"You fight so hard, but you never fight enough. You could pummel me if you wanted," His voice was low, painfully patronising as he leaned forward. "But you can't tell me no."

"S-Stop it!" His arms were pulled up, a cold feeling encasing his wrists when a chain was suddenly wrapped around it. With his eyes going wide, Jongho tried to come forward, but Yeosang pushed him back.

"That wasn't a no," The angel's smirk was twisted. It was clear he had no intention to set the younger free no matter how much he begged.

Never in his life did Jongho think he would find himself in this situation again. The way Yeosang stood over him while he so helplessly looked up at him brought back a horrible flow of memories that made his eyes fog with tears.

A finger brushed just under the young demon's eye, doing away with the droplets. "Jongie," Yeosang said softly. "Please don't cry." His hand cupped Jongho's cheek, despite the way he tried to look away, but the other travelled down his abdomen. Gaze preying over the young with tangible lust. "Please stop crying. You know I don't like it when you're sad."

"Yeosang, please, stop it..."

All warmth in the angel's expression faded away at this request, eyes growing darker the moment the words left Jongho's mouth. The hand once gently caressing his cheek became painfully firm, yanking his face in Yeosang's direction.

"Then tell me no!" He shouted. "Deny my advances!" When all Jongho did was whimper, Yeosang just laughed. "You can't. You can't because you still have feelings for me. I don't care what they say, I know you best. And you love me. So let me remind you who you belong to."

"Yeosang wait please, please, STOP IT!" The intrusion of cold air on his rear was enough to make Jongho burst out into a new wave of tears. And when Yeosang grabbed his hips, he knew he couldn't let this go any further. "NO!"

Yet Yeosang didn't let him go. Slowly, his fingers traced Jongho's back cheek. There was no sympathy in his ice, cold, emerald eyes.

"I'll make you mine Jongho. Even if I have to force you."

((Beomgyu, Yunho and Mingi burst in and push him away))

Yeah. I really hope you see why I cut it out. 

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Last thing, the drawings I did based on the story. Some of them are shit cause they're old (or maybe I can't draw) but I drew them for this book so I might as well show them

(No San never wears an eyepatch but I was having fun with this one)

eeewwwWWEE

I don't mind Hongjoong's all that much, but that's not what he looks like when he's in Hell.

And that is everything from Hell Born! Somethings I'm glad I took out, other things I'm not so glad I took out. Either way, it's all done now. 

Oof. Uuuuggghhh it's weird! I don't really have a story I have to update right now *throws One Shot book out the window*,

Yeah, no other book I have to update. 

I do hope you all enjoy the things I'm working on for the future and if you liked Hell Born, then be on the lookout for Hell Born: Chronicles, the Seongjoong prequel I mentioned, later on (I'll be sure to let you guys know when its out)

All your comments, feedback and suggestions has honestly meant the world to me and watching you all rage, cheer and cry over the things in this story has honestly made all of this worth with it.

So again, thanxx for reading Hell Born 💜💜💜