TW: rape
Everything that happens between Seonghwa and Jimin is completely non-consensual and I will put a warning for when any of their scenes appear.

When San opened his eyes, he wasn't sure what he was expecting. A familiar face, perhaps a terrifying guard? There was nothing. The room around him was dark, his surroundings filled with tense uncertainty that made him coil with fear. "Father! Dad!" He called out, hoping for some sort of response. There was none; he was alone.

The demon's arms and legs were bound together by heavy chains, suspending his upper limbs in the air while his torso was left to drag on the ground. How long had he been asleep? Where was he? What did he do wrong? These questions had no hope of being answered in a timely manner.

Yet the silence of the vacant room came to a close when San was greeted by the unfriendly sight of a minotaur. The guard no doubt. Nevertheless, the young demon was perked with hope and desperately tried to speak with it as he strode over. "Please, tell me where I am! Where are my parents? What have you done with them?"

Whatever questions he had were left dangling on the tip of his tongue, as a sharp pain penetrated his abdomen. San didn't have time to keel over in pain before the minotaur struck him once again. He was hit repeatedly. He couldn't fight back even if he wanted to; too tired to conceive such an idea.

The guard had his fill just five minutes later, satisfied with the pummelled state of the weakened teen before him. San doesn't hesitate to let his tears fall the moment he's gone. Spilling out to an almost horrid degree. "Someone...please help me..."

Once again, his grievances came to an end when the door to his chamber reopened. Timid in the way it slid open. Contrary to the rough stamps of the minotaur, light steps echoed through the room. It was a familiar sound that San would be a fool not to recognise.

"W-Wooyoungie?" His voice became soft, barely a whisper, and cracked between every syllable. Despite this, the younger still smiled down at him, caressing the demon's blood-stained cheeks gently, carefully not to trigger his newly formed bruises.

"I'm here Sannie," Wooyoung said gently. "Just hold on, I'll get you out of here."

"Wooyoung...can we go home...p-please?" The blonde saw the way his eyes became misty, vision entirely blocked by tears clouding it. The scene made his heart hurt, resisting the urge to jump into his arms where he sat.

"Yes Sannie, we'll go wherever you want."

"Will you stay with me...and father and dad a-and Shiber?"

He bent to his knees, a smile on his face while he stroked San's hair. The demon nearly sobbed at his mere touch, so gentle and caring. It was the one thing he so deeply desired the moment he opened his eyes in this hellscape. "I promise, I'll never leave you again, San."

San craved his touch, lost in the beautiful pools of Wooyoung's eyes for what felt like ages. Yet when one horrifying scream erupted from the human, time was sure to catch up with them.

Wooyoung jolted forward, body convulsing as his gaze travelled towards the weapon that had so violently penetrated his stomach. "No no NO! WOOYOUNG!" The minotaur tore his sword right out of the human's body, barely having the decency to look back at his work.

Words couldn't describe the unfiltered horror that laid on San's face. His desperate struggle to wake his lover was futile as he couldn't even hold him as his breaths withered away. "Wooyoung please! Wake up!"

"San!"

It was the same voice calling him from before. Low and behold, Wooyoung pushed past the iron doors of the dungeon, running frantically towards the chained demon. Yet San remained puzzled. His gaze went back towards the corpse near his side, but Wooyoung didn't even acknowledge it. "Hold on Sannie, I'll get you out of here."

"Wooyoung?" His name coming out more like an inquiry than an overjoyed statement. The blonde tugged at the chains regardless, huffing at how stubbornly they refused to move.

"Don't worry San, I'll get you out of here. Just hold on." However, this time, San refused to be swayed by his sincere words. He remained bemused by the sight of the blonde, watching with furrowed brows whilst he tugged uselessly at the chain keeping him down.

He refused to be toyed with. Wooyoung paused, slowly backing away from the demon when a strange rumble erupted in the pits of his stomach. He clutched his abdomen in pain, wrinkling in anguish as San stared him down; eyes glowing furiously. Bit by bit, the human's body begins to erode as white froth fizzled from the corners of his mouth.

His screams laced San with more heartache than he could put into words but he wouldn't allow himself to be tricked. Wooyoung finally fell to his knees, expression filled with nothing but hurt and agony. "S-San...?" His fingers grazed the older's cheek, a dark trail of crimson following behind before he finally collapsed.

"It's just an illusion...It's just an illusion..." He told himself over and over, just to distract from the two bodies of his lover now laying beside him. The mere sight of them made his stomach churn.

Yet his suffering would only continue from there.

"San!" Shouted Wooyoung, the doors opening once again. "Hold still, I'll get you out."

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Never did Seonghwa think he'd end up here. Strung up, surrounded by incubus gawking at his tied frame. Had this been around four hundred years ago, he would have wanted nothing more. However, now he found the whole situation to be rather tedious. "Ten, Kibum, you're looking well," He said casually towards the two demons currently circling him. They were all sharks, surrounding and terrorising their prey. Only Seonghwa remained unfazed.

After all, he was sure he had sex at least once with every person in this room. Why stress? It wasn't like they'd hurt him. His eyes trailed boredly over the small crowd just itching to get a piece of him. "This takes me back," Sighed the demon of darkness. "I assume this means all of you were still left wanting more, hm? I don't blame you. Think you can still handle this?" He said to Kai, who only licked his lips.

"Do you think you can, Oppa?" Seonghwa had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. The nickname sounded so try-hard coming from them.

"Alright boys, that's enough." A familiar redhead strutted in, heels clicking against the floors to alert the others of his presence. "Let master have his fun first." Each of his minions obeyed, but not before sending some sort of flirtatious gesture Seonghwa's way first.

"What a cute group of hoes you've got for yourself,"

"They missed you," he purred. The point of his long tail trailed across Seonghwa's legs. It made him shiver, as it began to caress the sensitive area between his legs. "So did I~ I did a little digging, and your desires sure have evolved, haven't they? Your little husband brought a very entertaining side out of you."

Even if he had only alluded to Hongjoong, Seonghwa still hissed. "Protective already? Didn't think you were the type to care. What wonders Hongjoong has done for you."

"Keep his name out of your mouth!" He shouted, teeth bared with aggravation. Yet all the tempter did was chuckle. That forked tongue of his slithered across his bottom lip and Seonghwa didn't hesitate to scoff at the pure lust radiating from his eyes. I don't have time for this. I have to find San and Hongjoong.

A firm smack landed on his rear, the raven-haired having to stifle a groan at the action. "What a kinky little bastard you are," Chuckled the older demon. Jimin's sharp fingers grazed Seonghwa's cheek, if he pressed even the slightest bit harder they were sure to cut his soft flesh and Jimin knew it. "Who would have thought that the great Park Seonghwa would have been such a slut for pain. I wish you had told me."

"It's Park-Kim. Besides, it wouldn't matter," He hissed in response. "I was too busy pounding into your flat ass for you to-" Pain shot through his face, Jimin's palm hitting him so harshly one could've sworn they'd seen blood spew from his mouth.

"Shut it bottom," Spat the demon. "You think you have power here? Not anymore. In fact, you never did." He tugged at the chain clamped around Seonghwa's neck, grinning at the way he so helplessly gasped for air. With one snap of his fingers, their clothes faded away leaving their bare bodies behind. "You've caused me a lot of turmoil, Park Seonghwa. All those days you left wanting, needing, more. Only to turn around and throw yourself at someone hardly half as worthy!"

His breath, brushing against Seonghwa's flesh, felt so warm yet cold at the same time. Nearly sending him into a trance with its ardour. "And now I'll make you pay for the rest of eternity, my little plaything. Are you ready? Oppa~"

Jimin undid the ropes suspending him in the air but left his hands tied, leaving Seonghwa to fall on the ground. There was no time for him to groan, however. A horrendous crack echoed through the chamber. Painful sounds of flesh ripping and horrid cries soon following. Seonghwa's head fell, body arching forward with every agonising hit from Jimin's whip.

It felt as though he was hit for every tear that fell from his eyes. So when he tried his hardest to hold them back, the strikes came to a halt. "Oh you catch on fast," smirked Jimin when he saw the way Seonghwa had controlled himself. "Master is pleased."

TRIGGER WARNING

The part Seonghwa dreaded most came when Jimin turned him around. Wincing, he could practically hear the older smirk when he slapped his ass, much harder than before, giggling at the way the soft skin moved. "Such a pretty ass. A shame it's about to get destroyed."

"Wait wait, don't- AGH!" There was no mercy in Jimin's thrusts. With a simple spit and pump, he railed into Seonghwa at full speed. The demon below him yelled uselessly in his grip, trying and fighting to pull him off to no avail. The pain shooting his entire body was unbearable. Hair yanked, thigh clawed, tears drenching his cheeks- His struggle was nothing but amusing and fueled Jimin to go faster. "Stop it, stop it PLEASE!"

"Don't pretend you don't love this, slut." Groaned the master of seduction, followed by a dark chuckle. The chain around his neck was yanked at and with the way Jimin pounded him so relentlessly, it was hard for him to breathe. He shifted to get a better angle on Seonghwa's prostate then grinned in satisfaction when he finally heard a low, pitiful moan. "There we go. Now was that so difficult?"

"P-Please...Let me go!" His plea was met with a slap from the whip and an evil cackle from Jimin.

"Submit. And just maybe I'll think about it." Seonghwa couldn't do it. He would never submit himself to anyone that wasn't Hongjoong. Not again. But if he did, maybe this would all end. The way he touched him felt so wrong. Hongjoong knew their limits when it came to sex - this was abuse.

"M-Master..." It was weak. Croaked out like some sort of forbidden work. It wasn't forbidden, just reserved.

With the way he complied, Jimin eventually slowed his thrusts to a halt. Seonghwa didn't need to turn around to know his smirk was boring into his being once he came, painfully and unwillingly. The slick ran down his legs, the tempter's long fingers trailing it and dipping in on his tongue.

Seonghwa didn't hesitate to scowl with disgust at how Jimin hummed. "Done already?" The redhead leered cruelly. "But the boys still want a turn. Why don't I invite the rest in? Then the real fun can begin."

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Hongjoong was left there. Huffing and growling as if he were some sort of wild animal. The stress was getting to him. Nearly every wall in his padded cell was scorched by aggravated flames. Every step he took burned the ground enough to leave a mark.

Seonghwa and San had been taken. Why shouldn't he be furious? No matter how hard he tried to stay calm, the fact that their fates were unknown sent him into a spiral of ire. Unfortunately for him, his vexation was what tempted the Devil towards him.

Said lord of Hell entered the room in the midst of Hongjoong's rage-induced state. The fire demon lunged forward at the sight of him, ready to tear him to pieces upon contact. Yet there was little surprise on Namjoon's face at his attempted attack, as with the single wave of his hand, the redhead was tied down. Bound by an invisible robe to keep him in place.

"What a feisty creature you are," Namjoon said with a tut. With his teeth gritted, the fire demon was practically vibrating with fury and the sight of it made the Devil smirk. "All those years of taming gone, it seems."

"What have you done with San?" Hollered the infuriated demon, eyes growing darker by the second his body sparked with angry flames. Hell was kind to no one. Especially children. A mere hour out of his sight and Hongjoong knew San would be in trouble. This man had taken his kid and forced them to leave his husband alone.

Lord of Hell or not, he wouldn't hesitate to terminate him if he had the chance.

Yet despite his aggression, the Devil pursed his lips with an almost self-satisfying smirk. "If you wanted to see your son, you should have just said so." After the snap of his fingers, a screen flickered into existence on the padded wall just in front of them. Hongjoong watched it contort to its proper showing, anxiety coursing through his restrained body.

Less than a few seconds later, the image of his son was on screen. Hongjoong's face contorted into one of worry, barely attempting to hold back his expression at the sight of San; chained up and beaten. His cheeks were stained by not only his blood, but the crimson of another. The fire demon watched with bated breaths as the boy's lover was stabbed repeatedly in front of him. Only for his body to be tossed to the side with all the others.

San cried out, heavy tears flowing down his cheeks while he watched the scene in front of him. There had to be at least twenty dead bodies surrounding him, all of them being Wooyoung. The minotaur yanked his sword out of the dead boy's body with no care, tossing the weapon to the ground before he stormed over to the teen.

"Oh! Here comes the fun part," Exclaimed the Devil with wicked giddiness. "Why don't we unmute it?"

"Stop...please." Sobbed San, head hanging low. "I don't know what I did wrong! Stop torturing him!" The minotaur said nothing to him. The only sounds in the room came from his bury knee pounding into the young one's stomach, erecting a painful heap of blood spilling from San's mouth.

"Why are you doing this to him! Make him stop!" No matter how much Hongjoong shouted, or San cried, the Devil merely chuckled.

"Not entertaining enough for you?" He asked, a sickening grin plastered on his face. "It gets even better." Hongjoong didn't like the sound of that but kept his gaze on the screen. A new wave of worry gushed over him at what he witnessed next.

Once the minotaur had stomped out of the room, the large doors swung open, inviting a fierce gust of wind into the chamber. However, San refused to look up. He couldn't bring himself to watch Wooyoung get killed again. Only this time, it wasn't Wooyoung who had come to save him.

"Oh no...San!" The teen's head sprung up. The familiar voice and frantic footsteps heading towards him bringing forth new tears.

"D-Dad? Father?" His cry was met with a powerful embrace from his parents, both wrapping their arms around him to soothe his sobs. Hongjoong couldn't bear to watch. San continued to cry uncontrollably in his parent's arms. He clung to their warmth, doing his best to find some semblance of comfort. "W-W-Wooyoung, h-he..."

"Wooyoung?" Questioned Seonghwa with his brow creased. "Wooyoung isn't here, hun."

San's face fell. Scanning the piles of deceased teens, he refused to believe he was the only one who could see them "What? Can't you see him?"

Yet the two older demons just looked between one another, confusion written all over their expressions. He couldn't be going crazy. They were there, he was sure. But the voice intruding on San's mind said otherwise. "Poor Sannie. Of course they don't see him."

That voice, the one that had been tormenting him all these years, manifested in front of him. His black-red hair and glowing eyes reflected right back at San. It was like he was looking into a mirror. A deranged mirror. "After all, none of this is real."

"What are you talking about?"

Hongjoong narrowed his eyes at the screen. The way San twitched wasn't normal. There was no one in front of him other than the two illusions but he wasn't looking at them.

"None of this is real. Hmm, I wonder, are your parents even real? After all, who would want something like you anyway?"

"San, who are you talking to?" Seonghwa asked frantically, shaking his son's shoulders to snap him out of his trance.

The illusion of Hongjoong clicked his tongue, pulling his husband away as he stood. "He's crazy. I told you we should have taken him back to Containment." Containment. The word flickered in San's mind like some sort of parasite, poisoning him every time it was mentioned.

"I'm not crazy!" He tried to argue, growing more frustrated by the second. "He's right there!" However, neither demons were interested in his crazed rambles. Seonghwa's gaze grew dark, his grip on the teen becoming much firmer.

"Impudent child," He scolded, hand grabbing San's chin so he could meet his dim eyes. The younger grew frightened. Seonghwa had never laid his hands on him like this. "Don't raise your voice at us! Maybe you're right Hongjoong, we should have left him by the trash where he belongs."

The fear was evident in San's eyes, growing ever more terrified and the visions of his fathers drew closer. "No San! It's just an illusion!" Shouted Hongjoong. "Turn around Sannie, I'm right here!"

"Does it make you upset, Hongjoong?" Namjoon laughed. He ran his fingers through Hongjoong's hair, not at all phased by the blazing heat coming from it, with a hum. "Watching him cling so desperately to people who aren't even real. Poor dear."

Before he knew it, the illusions had faded from San's sight. Even if they weren't real, he needed something, someone, to hold him. "NO! What did you do to them?" He yelled towards his duplicate, who only giggled with amusement.

"Now that I think of it? Is anyone you know real?" Slowly, visions of just about everyone San had ever met arose. From school peers like Yeonjun and Mr Lee to relatives like Jackson and Jinyoung - each of them disintegrated from the single snap of his doppelganger's hand.

Try as he might, Hongjoong couldn't shake his shackles. "What is he seeing? What are you doing to him?"

"Me?" Gasped Namjoon with an innocent smile. "My work is done. This is all him."

"How do you know you never left the Containment centre?" The demon's taunting tone hovered over San whilst he meandered around him. He laughed at the way he growled, running his hands through his dark hair as he passed by. "Can you even trust your own mind?"

"SHUT UP! You know nothing about me!"

That was when the duplicant chuckled, almost hysterically, in San's face. "I'm you. I know everything! You're unstable. You hunt those who wrong you in the smallest ways," Flashes of all those people San had harmed flickered around him, guilt hitting him with each image. When he had pinned Yeonjun down, when he had attacked Jongho, to the lives he had invariably taken during the Blood Moon. Each and every death he caused.

"You hurt the ones you claim to love and you can barely control yourself when you're in a bad mood."

"Are you finished? If you weren't always pushing me to do such things, maybe they would have been spared!" This time, the other demon frowned, a look of pity on his translucent face.

"I'm only a voice, San. You're the one who chose to listen." His laughter soon returned, San's eyes going wide as the room shifted around them. The darkness faded away, revealing a blinding light hanging above him, walls turning to an unsettling padded texture that the floor soon matched. His room at the Containment centre..."Look familiar? Welcome back home, Sannie."

His head swerved to the side and San's gaze followed. "You've even got a little guest to keep you company." A pit of disgust churned in his stomach, the putrid smell of death surrounding him that caused him to growl. Wooyoung. No matter how many times San had watched him die that day, he refused to get accustomed to seeing his lifeless body. Yet there he was, corpse strung to the wall like some sort of vile display. Stabbed and bloodied for only San's disturbed eyes to see. "You did this to him. It's all your fault."

"Shut up...Shut up, SHUT UP!" Hongjoong stared, horrified at the look in his son's eyes. He had no clue what he was seeing, all he knew was that it was driving him mad. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

The chains suspending him were the only things keeping him back but they wouldn't last long. With every pull, they became looser, rendering him closer to freedom. Yet the vision of his conscious did nothing but smirk and his leer simply grew as an announcement blared through the room.

"Attention units, number 11769 has come loose and must be apprehended at all costs."

Namjoon rolled his eyes, yawning at the scene. "How uneventful," He sighed. How we managed to get bored was beyond Hongjoong. However, he felt didn't cancel out the pure resentment coursing through his veins.

"He's only a child...WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM!?" He didn't get an answer right away, and that was what bothered him even more.

"I love my nephew, of course, but he's gone a little far in some cases, wouldn't you say? All these years, he's missed Containment, there's so much correction needed. It's only fair he gets the treatment he's been missing out on, as well as the proper punishment."

"BULLSHIT!"

"I find it interesting how much you care," The Devil said ominously. "After all, your little husband is here too and you haven't asked about him once. Shame on you." That caught Hongjoong's attention immediately. His look of genuine fear made Namjoon chuckle. He snapped his fingers once again, the screen flicking to a new scene.

This time, Hongjoong felt his stomach drop. It was Seonghwa. "Are you boys ready for another round?" Jimin asked the minions surrounding him, each of them nodding eagerly. The raven-haired demon heaved in and out, desperately trying to catch his breath with little success. His face was red, stained by tears and copious amounts of sweat.

Regardless of his exhaustion, the other demons pounced on him without a second thought. Smothering him with kisses, bites and lustrous touches that drew forced and hesitant moans from Seonghwa.

The master of seduction glanced upwards, directly towards the two demons watching. "Seems we've got an audience~" Jimin giggled. "Say hi, won't you Seonghwa dearest?" His throat was snatched by the olders jaw like hands, turning him towards the invisible camera in the room. "Moan for you husband. That's what you like to do, isn't it? That's why you left me here isn't it!"

The sound Seonghwa let out was a mix between a sob and a moan, too enthralled by pain to conceive a proper thought. "H-Hongjoong..."

Hongjoong couldn't bear to watch a second longer. Forcefully, Namjoon took hold of the redhead's chin, keeping him still despite his struggle and forcing his face ahead to stare directly at the screen. "This is the man you wanted?" He sneered. "This is the PATHETIC creature you were so drawn to? How pitiful..."

"Let them go. Let them go right now!"

"And if I don't? What will you do? Hm? I'm untouchable." The Devil threw him to the ground. He split the screen in two, showing both the situations of Seonghwa and San for Hongjoong to watch. The way they were treated was beyond cruel, it was inhumane.

"I've given your family special treatment. A little too much special treatment, wouldn't you say? I started to wonder whether or not you truly deserved it. After all, what have you done for me? I've never punished you or your family for your crimes. Not for the Blood Moon, not for those innocent lives Seonghwa and San took, not even for the deaths you caused all those years back in the torture chamber. Now that's not very fair, is it Joongie?"

Hongjoong was released from his bonds but only as Namjoon left his cell. The Devil could hear him snarling like a beast on the other side. Nothing could have been more delightful for him at that moment. Jinyoung waited at the end of the hall, chatting casually with one of the soldiers until he saw the Devil strolling over to them. He beckoned the attention of him and the nearby guard, calling them to his side.

"Have Kim Hongjoong transferred to the supermax prison as soon as he's ready," Namjoon told the guard. "I had better not see a drop of humanity in him. Make sure he's assigned to Lucas' cell."

"Is that wise, sir?" Jinyoung timidly inquired. "God, if he finds out he'll-"

"Jinyoung, give me one fucking reason why I care if Seokjin finds out?" He snapped, wings flaring with annoyance. Both of the other demons kept their heads down and their mouths shut, doing their best not to anger him further. "Just make sure it happens."

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The frantic sounds of huffing and angry clacking of heels entered the torture chamber that night. Hoseok was wiping his hands of blood when he heard the sounds of a woman's harsh breaths, turning around with his brow raised. "Moonbyul? What are you doing here?" He questioned as he put down his rag and walked towards the tired demon.

"H-Hong...Hongjoong!"

"What?" Hoseok gave her a moment to collect her breath and ushered her out to the hall so they could speak, away from the screaming humans and bloodstained weapons. "Now slowly, what are you one about?"

Moonbyul stomped her foot, obviously irritated by his wording. "Hongjoong is back!"

"Joongie!" The younger exclaimed, face brightening upon hearing his coworkers name. "Where is he? Why didn't he come to visit me...?"

"Because he's in prison!" This wiped the pouty expression right off of Hoseok's face. It slowly morphed from one of dismay to an unsettling mix of anger and worry.

"He's what?" He growled, prompting Moonbyul to take a step back in fear of her own safety. "What do you mean in prison? Who put him in jail?"

"Solar said she was patrolling the area and was instructed to bring him to Lucas' cell..." Both glanced down at this statement, uncertainty and disbelief surrounding them. Lucas had been a prisoner in the Devil's Tower longer than most demons had been alive. The only reason Hongjoong would be sent to his cell would be to punish him for his unknown crimes but if the rumours surrounding Lucas were said to be true, then the chances of him winding up dead afterwards were too high to count.

"That's not all," The older woman continued, voice wavering with concern. "She also said that number 11769 had to be detained today. Hoseok, that's San's number!"

Running his hands through his orange hair, Hobi let out a harsh breath. Neither knew what to do. Well, what could they do? It wasn't like they had the authority to fight anyone in the Devil's Tower. "Goddammit, Namjoon...alright. I've got an idea. I'll handle San, you focus on getting Joongie out."

"Hoseok...what are you planning?"

The younger only chuckled at her, moving past the demon of twilight to walk towards the exit. "He's my nephew, you think I haven't been keeping tabs on him? I know just who to get to pull him out of here."