Yeosang watched Jongho slowly crawl to his knees. Leaving him under the direct rays of the moon allowed him to heal enough to wake up, even if it left Yeosang too weak to move. He trembled, his arms and legs barely being able to function. The angel didn't move. He didn't smile. He didn't even blink when Jongho regained consciousness. He simply watched him attempt to stand, only to fall right back down. "Y-Yeosang? What happened...?"

"The Blood Moon," Yeosang glanced up at the sky. There was not a single drop of relief in his body as he watched the moon slowly descend from the sky. His broken wing remained by his side, and Jongho, although awake, remained bruised. What was the point in celebrating a war he had lost? He had failed his mission to kill him yet couldn't stand the sight of him hurt. Yeosang didn't even turn around when he saw Mingi and Wooyoung stumbling their way out of the demolished school building.

"Jongho!" The teen was knocked back when Mingi ran to him, pulling him right into his arms. He smiled through his pain and simply embraced him back. Wooyoung had little to no reaction to seeing either of them. He wobbled towards Yeosang only to fall next to him. There was nothing but relief on his tired face but even he knew it wouldn't last long.

The four of them didn't make much of an effort to move. It wasn't like either supernaturals had the energy to stand and the other two certainly weren't carrying them anywhere. So the party came to them. After a while of waiting, Yunho came decensending down with Hongjoong and Seonghwa tied together and San in his arms. Wooyoung rushed to his feet when he saw him, but San didn't come towards him. There was nothing but guilt on his face. "Yeosang...your wing..."

Yeosang did not comment when Yunho said that and only looked down. Mingi flung himself in Yunho's arms, crying his eyes out within seconds. "It's alright Mingi," Shushed Yunho, rubbing circles around his back. "Everything will be alright."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." The others all perked up at the new voice. A slit formed in front of them, opening to reveal a man. He pushed back his dark brown hair with a sigh as his violet eyes surveyed his surroundings.

"J-Jackson?" Seonghwa croaked. Hearing his name, Jackson turned to him and winked.

"Have fun Hwa?" The younger demon looked down. "Don't sweat it, I blame Jinyoung, not you."

"What are you doing here?" Asked Hongjoong irritably. Jackson held his hands up in defence and took a step back.

"Relax, I'm part of the cleanup crew," He explained. "Why else wouldn't I be here living it up with the rest of you, huh?" Jackson sighed yet again, this time in annoyance since he didn't get to participate in any of the 'fun'. "Right, let's get on with this, shall we? Listen, I'm not one for harsh punishments but you guys really fucked up." He said towards the four demons. "Damages are high, and whatever the cost of what you did to the city isn't nearly as high as this poor angel's wing."

His eyes trailed towards the moon falling - the sun would be up soon. "So here's what's going to happen: Each of you will retain your memories from this day for the rest of time. The rest of the world will reset and this day will have never happened. However, you eight will remember every detail. Every death, every scream - everything, featuring unending guilt, stress, random panic attacks, you know, the works. No matter what life you are in, you will remember what happened and the pain everyone around you felt. You're getting off light. Trust me, had it not been from the instructions of a certain someone, each of you," He pointed to the demons again. "Would have a death sentence since you're here on permission."

Jongho frowned at that but didn't get a chance to ask anything because Jackson then turned to the teenage demons. "As for you two, both of you have one more chance to stay clean. Or else you know what happens," His eyes looked towards San. "I will be returning you both to containment and then, solitary confinement for one hundred years."

"What?" Exclaimed Yunho in bewilderment.

"Yup," Replied Jackson rather nonchalantly. "That's what happens to fledgelings who can't control themselves. You especially, San." San flinched at the look his uncle gave him. It was harsh. Like he had been expecting him to act out all along.

The demon shrugged once he had finished his speech. He cracked his knuckles and grinned, turning towards Seonghwa. "Hey, if you're up for it Hwa, I'm having a party later this week. You in?"

"Read the room!" Shouted Yeosang.

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Tensions after the Blood Moon were high. Though everything went back to the way it should, those who kept their memories would never be the same. For better or for worse.

Both Yunho and Yeosang collapsed the moment the sun rose. Mingi was quick to bring the angel into his arms as his wings faded away, leaving nothing but his torn shirt behind. Jongho, although reluctant to even touch anything, tucked Yeosang into bed when they got home. He watched as the angel's chest rose and fell while soft snores flew out. Though his face was battered, he still managed to look so delicate.

It pained him knowing he had hurt him so much. His wings, something Jongho he knew Yeosang adored just by the way he watched the birds with envy, were now gone because of him. He watched with regret when saw Yeosang's last wing fade away, leaving the other to cripple into a depressing pile of dust that was left to be blown away with the wind.

"I'll make it up to you Yeosang...I promise..." Jongho took the angel's hands, holding them with nothing but grief. "I'm sorry," He cried. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"Jongho..." Teary-eyed, the teen glanced up to see Mingi standing at the door.

"You should take it easy," He told him softly as the two of them made their way into the kitchen. The older passed him a cup of black coffee but Jongho didn't touch it.

"How can I drink when I nearly kill Yeosang...?"

"I would say it was the other way around," Sighed the older. Jongho's face remained down. Gently, Mingi cupped his cheeks. He examined the wounds on his face. They were fading but still evident. His clothes were tattered and stained with blood, a sore sight for anyone's eyes. Mingi gave him a tired yet hopeful smile regardless.

"Jongho, please, you need to take a moment for yourself as well. When we saw you, your wounds had only just started to heal. If you spend too much time worrying about Yeosang, you might not recover yourself. Promise me you'll rest?" The teen looked down. He couldn't rest. He couldn't sit around after wreaking such havoc but Mingi genuinely wanted him to be safe. So he sighed and replied:

"Okay hyung, I'll rest..." The smile on the brunette's face grew as he ruffled Jongho's hair.

"There you go. I'll go order some food, hopefully someone will be open at this hour. Come to me later so we can patch you up, okay?" Just before Mingi left to get his phone, Jongho called out to him.

"Hyung...Are you alright?" There was a split second of silence between them but it was a second too long. Mingi eventually turned to him with a slight but forced grin.

"Yes Jongie, I'm fine."

When he entered his bedroom, Mingi nearly collapsed at the door. He slammed it shut and leaned against it, tears threatening to spill from his eyes within seconds. What's wrong with me? His body ached. His heart burned. His face felt uncomfortably warm, almost feverish. Everything hit him at once. He just witnessed the apocalypse. Jongho could've died. He could've died. He could've lost everything yet no one else would even know. He would never be able to tell anyone this without sounding like a mad man.

Mingi clutched his chest, sliding against the door on the verge of panic. Why, why, why? Why did I see him? Why do I have to suffer? Why do I have to go through this alone?

"Mingi...?" The man's eyes flew open, not even realising they were closed to begin with. Slowly, he looked up to see Yunho limping towards him.

"Yunho, d-don't get up, you'll hurt yourself." The angel only shook his head, sliding down next to the younger. Mingi averted his gaze and Yunho didn't make a move to force it back on him. Instead, he allowed Mingi to collect his breath before making his next move. He brought his arms around him, bringing him into a soft hug. He felt Mingi collapse in his grip, sobbing against his chest, but Yunho didn't mind.

It took a bit, but Mingi finally started to calm down. He sniffed and looked at his lap. "I'm sorry," He muttered. "I don't know what came over me..."

"There is no need to apologise, Mingi," Something about the way he whispered his name made him feel so warm and safe. He curled up closer to him, resting his head on Yunho's chest and nearly lulling to sleep thanks to his calming heartbeat. "Would you like to talk about it?"

Mingi shook his head. "I just want you to hold me..." Yunho did just that.

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All three demons had quite a rough time after the Blood Moon, Seonghwa and San especially. The demon of darkness couldn't stand himself knowing he had gotten so out of control, like he had betrayed himself and those he loved. Hongjoong made sure to stay with him throughout but his husband wasn't worth much in the way of conversation right now. Especially not with him.

Seonghwa couldn't even face his husband. Despite Hongjoong's forgiveness, he still couldn't bring himself to look at him without wanting to collapse into a fit of apologies. He slept with his back to him, he avoided him, he wouldn't even glance in his direction. Hongjoong wasn't having any of it.

"Seonghwa," He said sternly. Seonghwa was sitting just across from him on the bed yet refused to look at him. He heard Hongjoong sigh and felt the bed shift as he got up and moved closer to him.

"Seonghwa," He repeated much softer this time. When his husband still didn't respond, Hongjoong placed a hand on his knee. "Do you remember when we were young, and we had just started dating, and I saw you with the Master of seduction? I was fuming. Afterwards, you calmed me down, took my hands, looked me in the eye and told me: No matter what happens between us, any fights, any conflict, I will always adore you. I don't care what it is, I will stay by your side forever. I don't get the chance to say it enough, but Seonghwa, I love you, I adore you, and nothing hurts more in the universe than knowing that I caused you so much pain."

Slowly, Seonghwa's head finally turned to him. "Seonghwa...I'm sorry. I'm so...so...so goddamn sorry that I didn't control myself and that I showed that side of myself knowing full well that you were terrified. I'm sorry I hurt you like that..."

Seonghwa took the hand on his knee and held it gently. "I shouldn't have provoked you..." He sighed. "I shouldn't have pushed you the way I did. What I said...I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it. I promised you that I would love you until the end of time and that will never change. No matter how many stupid things I say...I wouldn't trade what we have for the world."

He felt the smaller man's hands tremble and Seonghwa looked up to see warm tears running down Hongjoong's cheeks, despite how hard he was trying to fight them. Seonghwa brought his hand to his face and wiped them away, smiling gently at him. He opened his arms for a hug and Hongjoong happily fell right into them. "I'm sorry Seonghwa!" He sobbed. "I'm so fucking sorry!"

Seonghwa shushed him, rubbing light circles around his back, keeping his pulled to his chest. "We'll work through it...I love you Hongjoong."

"I love you more, Seonghwa."

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No one had heard or even seen San since the Blood Moon. Locked away in his room, he refused to leave for anything or anyone. He wouldn't eat and he sure as hell wasn't sleeping. It had his parents and Wooyoung worried sick yet they still were not able to get him out.

"We just need to be patient," Hongjoong told Wooyoung. "He'll come out when he's ready." But Wooyoung had no clue when that would be. He needed to speak to San now and let him know how sorry he was for what he said during the Blood Moon. So, with that thought in his mind, Wooyoung slowly made his way down the hall and to the demon's bedroom.

He knocked. "San...?" No answer. He knocked again. Still nothing.

Sucking in a nervous breath, Wooyoung's hand trembled towards the doorknob. To his surprise, the room was unlocked. Cautiously, he entered the pitch-black room, hoping his friend would be ready to talk.

San was sitting on the edge of his bed, his back facing Wooyoung. His bedroom was a mess. With books scattered on the floor, posters shredded and random objects floating through the air - its entire atmosphere was eerie beyond belief.

Wooyoung wasn't prepared when San began to speak. "What are you doing here?" He asked in a low voice. The blonde gulped.

"I-I'm...I'm here t-to see you..." He cursed himself for stuttering like that.

"Go away Wooyoung, I know you're scared."

"But I'm not San!" All Wooyoung heard was a growl before he was harshly shoved against the bedroom wall, wincing in pain. His eyes snapped shut to avoid San's fuming gaze but the demon grabbed his chin and pulled his face towards his.

"Look at me!" He bellowed. "Look me in the eye and tell me that you're not scared!" Wooyoung's eyes crept open only to shut right after. He couldn't stand the way San was staring at him. His furious, glowing eyes bore right into his soul. Wooyoung suddenly had flashbacks to everything he saw during the Blood Moon and began to quiver under him. All the things San did to him weren't real, he knew that, but he was terrified.

When Wooyoung refused to open his eyes, San clicked his tongue and scoffed. He dropped the shaking boy, turning again. "Get out."

"S-San..."

"I said, GET OUT!"

Wooyoung did what he was told and raced out. He slid against the door, light tears running down his face.

I'm not about to give up on you San. I don't care how long it takes, I'm going to get you back.

So Wooyoung waited, and waited. He would stay by San's room, listening for the slightest sounds of movement. He tried knocking, attempting to bring him food or water, and checking if he was awake. Nothing. It was the middle of the night now and Wooyoung had missed out on days of sleep. He was just barely functioning at this point. Every time he so much as thought of closing his eyes, he would see flashes of the Blood Moon, or think of San walking out.

Those two things were the only thing keeping him awake, but just barely.

So one morning when he found himself awake in his comfortable bed instead of by San's door, he was frustrated but not surprised. Hongjoong or Seonghwa must've moved him. Not giving himself a moment to so much as stretch, Wooyoung hopped out of the covers and made his way back to San's room.

"Wooyoung..." He heard just before he reached the end of the hall. Turning around, Wooyoung saw Hongjoong standing there, he was still in his pyjamas and had a cup of tea in his hand. "Have some breakfast." Wooyoung shook his head. "I wasn't really asking."

That was how he ended up sitting at the dining room table with both of San's fathers. The atmosphere felt tense, at least on Wooyoung's part. The two demons simply went about their morning and it was clear the teen's presence didn't really affect them, as they acted the way Wooyoung assumed they acted every day. Extremely touchy.

Hongjoong pouted when Seonghwa didn't let him sit on his lap, and as they were making their drinks Seonghwa didn't hesitate to grab his husband too many times to count. Save to say the poor boy's eyes were not at all spared. It all made Wooyoung feel just a tad bit awkward.

Hongjoong set a plate of pancakes down in front of him and handed him a glass of orange juice to go with it. "I'm not hungry..." Wooyoung muttered.

"You've been sitting by that door for two days and I bet you haven't eaten since the Blood Moon. I know for a fact your starving. Eat." Wooyoung sighed but didn't argue. His fork wobbled to the food but once it was in his mouth, he couldn't stop eating.

"Have you really been waiting for two days?" Seonghwa inquired suddenly towards the boy with a mouth full of pancakes. Wooyoung shrugged lightly as he swallowed his food. "You really care about San, don't you?"

"Yes, I really do...To be honest, it feels like he saved my life. He helped me get out of my job, comforted me after my mom kicked me out and just brightens my life. It hurts so much knowing I can't hold him and help him through all of this..."

Seonghwa crossed his arms, his brow arched as he spoke. "Is that was this is? You feel obligated to return his affection because he helped you?" Hongjoong glared towards him, silently telling him to shut it.

"T-That's not it at all!" Wooyoung argued. "I care about him more than I can put into words! San is the best thing to ever happen to me! I love him..." Both adults were silent and sweat beaded down Wooyoung's face as he anxiously awaited a response.

The eldest demon was the first to speak again. "Do you remember what I said just before the Blood Moon? About you not being worthy to be with my son," Wooyoung nodded slowly. "I still stand by that statement. To be frank I don't think you or anyone is good enough for our San, especially not a tiny human with no backbone or future. But clearly, San doesn't feel the same. Because for some reason or another, he adores you."

Wooyoung looked at Seonghwa and then at Hongjoong. "Why else would he lock himself up like this?" Seonghwa continued. "He probably thinks he'll hurt you, and the last thing he would want is to see you in pain."

"But what do I do? I need to make sure he's okay."

Seonghwa sighed, shaking his head. "Well, you can't force him. Just wait a bit. I know he'll come around eventually. For now, I think it's best you try and live your short life. The more you dwell, the more stress you'll be under."

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With their bodies still in shambles, both angels were left to lounge around the house to recover. Yunho found the experience rather comfortable. He took the time to research whatever facts came to his mind or finish a book or two. He was left with his thoughts and it was something he greatly appreciated as he got the chance to come to grips with his situation and those of the people around him.

On the flip side, Yeosang was less than pleased. He couldn't deal with the idea that he was forced to recover. Of course, angels heal rather quickly but it should be his choice whether or not he has to lay down all day. To keep him distracted, and to keep his mouth shut, Mingi got Yeosang a cellphone to preoccupy himself.

"Is Yeosang going to be okay?" Asked Jongho timidly just before the two set off for school. The older sighed at him, patting his back with a slight grin.

"He'll be alright, I promise. Plus, now he can keep himself busy. Not ten minutes after giving him the phone, he found a group of girls from your school to gossip and talk with. Trust me, I think he'll be fine." Jongho furrowed at this. Girls? As in the opposite gender? Yeosang was talking to GIRLS? Girls that Jongho didn't know?

"I'm going to go check on him."

Mingi grabbed Jongho back by the collar and pulled him back over before he could run inside. "Ah-ah-ah. He'll be fine Jongie. Come on, you need to get to school." He chuckled at the younger's little pout. "No need to be jealous Jongho."

"I'm not jealous! It's just that...well...girls are mean!"

"Yeosang is meaner."

"They'll be rude to him!"

"He'll be rude back."

Jongho grumbled under his breath. Why should Yeosang need to get hurt any more than he already has? Those girls will do nothing but bully him. Though, as Mingi so meticulously noted, it would likely be the other way around. Regardless, Jongho couldn't get the thought out of his head. Why should it matter who Yeosang talks to? It's not like Jongho cared. Right...?

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"San?" Wooyoung knocked on the door for what felt like the one-hundredth time. He stood there awaiting a response for what he thought was at least twenty minutes, when reality, barely three had passed. The teen sighed to himself.

Perhaps he was being too desperate. San clearly didn't want to talk to him. Why should he try to force him to? A thought lingered in the back of Wooyoung's mind, warning him that this would only push him further away yet he chose to ignore it and knocked again. "Sannie, please talk to me. I don't know what to do! I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you so upset. I should've fought harder to be there for you during the Blood Moon...please...tell me how to fix this."

Where there was no response, Wooyoung felt his heart drop in defeat. Maybe it would be better if he left. Yet when Wooyoung turned away, he heard a light click from the door. Slowly, it swung open, beckoning him in yet he was hesitant. Why? He had no clue. This is what he's been waiting for.

So as his legs hesitantly wobbled towards the room, hundreds of thoughts were running through Wooyoung's mind in just those few seconds. What if he says the wrong thing? What is San still doesn't want to speak to him? What does he do if things get out of hand? How will-

"Please stop thinking so loudly..." Wooyoung blinked back to reality, seeing San sitting on his back, cross-legged with a blank expression on his pale face.

"O-Oh...Sorry," Unsure of what to do, Wooyoung closed the door behind him. Slowly he sat down next to the demon, his dark eyes following Wooyoung's every movement. It was slightly unnerving, but at least he seemed willing to talk. "I-"

"Don't apologise to me," Wooyoung, taken aback, looked at him curiously.

"What do you mean?"

"Why should you apologise for something that was out of your control? If anything, I should be the one who's sorry. Making you wait all this time and putting you in such danger," Still, San refused to look at him. His face pointed towards his hands, laced with regret breaking through his stone-cold expression. "Doesn't it scare you? Doesn't it scare you that I can read your mind, take over your body and do whatever I want with you? I could drag you to the depths of Hell...but you're here. Why?"

Wooyoung's expression softened. Carefully, he took San's hand and tilted his chin towards him. Touching him as if he were the fragile and delicate thing in the world. Wooyoung smiled at him as he spoke. "Because I care about you San. More than you know. When you told me you were a demon from Hell, I knew you would never hurt me. Even during the Blood Moon. Even if I was scared to death, I know you didn't mean it. Because I trust you with my life San."

Guilt flashed across the demon's face. He opened his mouth to speak, if only to apologise, but Wooyoung cut him off. "If I wanted to leave, I would've been long gone. Trust me when I say I'm not going anywhere Sannie. No matter what." Tears prickled in San's eyes, finally waterfalling down his cheeks when he flung himself into Wooyoung's arms. The younger was nearly knocked back but happily embraced him back either way.

"I'm sorry Wooyoung! I-I didn't mean to h-hurt you! You don't have to apologise for anything at all!"

"It's okay San, it's okay."

He propped San up so he could lean against him. Wooyoung waited a moment, letting his friend sniff and collect himself before asking any questions. "Do you want to talk now?" He asked gently, to which San nodded slowly.

"Sorry...I really didn't want you to see that side of me during the Blood Moon..."

"I don't blame you for any of it Sannie. It's okay." San shook his head, muttering that it wasn't okay. Wooyoung furrowed his brow, realising it may be deeper than that. "So...you've got DID or something?" San shook his head yet again, his shoulders slumped while he gently pushed off Wooyoung and leaned against his hand.

"No, it's nothing like that. I'm a chaos demon, so by default I'm technically insane," The demon's head did a full 360 that matched his twirling finger before resting it again. Wooyoung was reasonably a little taken aback by the action but didn't turn away. "I've always had a ton of voices in my head. For the most part, I've always been able to block them all out but there's always been this super loud and irritating one that I've never been able to shut up. He...tends to seep through now and again..."

San shut his eyes and let out a shaky breath. "During the Blood Moon, I can't blame everything I did on him. In fact, most of me was well aware of what I was doing. I didn't mean to get so carried away, I never do but...I can't always control myself and it makes me sick..."

"Is that why your hair changed colour-"

"I don't want to talk about that." San snapped. He saw Wooyoung flinch and hastily apologised to him. He always did when he was afraid he may have scared him. A slight grin returned to Wooyoung's face, reassuring San that it was alright. He brought him back into his arms, stroking his dark hair and placing light kisses on his face. San giggled and it was like music to Wooyoung's ears.

He knew he should ask him the important things, like what they were and how they would move forward. After his aggressively protective attitude towards him, there was a worry that San may just go too far one day. Yet when Wooyoung gazed into those shining purple eyes of his, he knew that could never be the case. So he kept quiet. Besides, all wanted right now was to see San smile.

It's okay San. We'll do this together. I won't ever leave your side.

"Thank you Wooyoung. I won't leave your side either, that's a promise."