Wooyoung had made a lot of bad choices in his life but so far, this may be the worst one yet. Perhaps he may have been in over his head when he agreed to a suicide mission to save his boyfriend, still, backing out would mean having to live with the regret of leaving San alone and knowing he was suffering. He couldn't do that.

In response to his spontaneous bravery, Wooyoung was gifted with the pure terror that was his partner's most loyal companion. His hair was blown by the nostrils of the hairy beast, its brazen breath alone nearly knocking him over. To say Wooyoung was petrified would be the understatement of the century.

"Good boy Shiber! Good boy!" Hoseok was absolutely enthralled by the creature, flying to its back and scratching its neck, a stark contrast to the tiny human quivering beneath it. Wooyoung didn't see the appeal. Monstrous jaws and frightening stature aside, he was never much of a dog person to begin with.

Hoseok cooed at the way Shiber's tongue fell out when he caressed him behind his ear. "Such a sweetie you are," He gushed much to the bafflement of Wooyoung. "I bet you miss Sannie, don't you? Yeah, I know cutie." The monster whimpered at the mention of his missing owner, nuzzling closer to the demon and looking up at him with droopy eyes. "It's alright baby, you'll get to see him real soon."

Shiber's tail wagged excitedly, his happiness causing him to jump up, nearly toppling Wooyoung in the process. He couldn't help but wonder what Hoseok's plan was. They had moved a decent distance away from The Devil's Tower just to fetch this dog.

Knowing him, Wooyoung wouldn't be surprised if he was brought all this way so Hobi could play with him.

Luckily for him, he wouldn't need to wait much longer for his queries to be answered. "That's right. But guess what, Shiber? You might be too late. Do you know why? Because our little Sannie is being held in the deepest, darkest, scariest part of that building." He pointed to the tower, a grin creeping across his face. Although, Wooyoung could tell there was nothing comical on his mind right now. Not with the way his body threatened to twitch, kept still by Hoseok's sheer will to remain calm. "Our little Sannie is being tortured to death because Uncle Namjoon is in a bad mood. Now, you don't like that much, do you pup?"

The growl coming from him was enough of an answer. "That's right, neither do I. So you'll have to be a good puppy and tear that building to shreds for me." There was not a single drop of hesitation in Shiber's stride. With a great howl, the creature leapt forward, heavy stomps shaking the ground while he sprinted towards the tower.

Wooyoung wasn't given much time to comprehend what was going on. Harshly, his arm was yanked towards Hoseok. The speed of the demon nearly matched Shiber's, intentionally trailing just a few feet behind and refusing to stop for even a second. He hoisted Wooyoung into his arms, holding him protectively and using his wings to shield him from the vast amounts of glass flying from the broken windows as Shiber crashed through the doors.

The human was thrown to the ground, back flying into a wall while Hoseok was able to skid to a clean halt. From what they could see, the guards were already trying to fight the beast off, making the demon grin. "That should keep them busy. Come on."

Lifting the pained teen off the ground, he proceeded to drag him through the halls. Hoseok explained that the only person allowed to create portals in the tower was the Devil himself, so they would need to travel by foot. Luckily enough, he worked in the deeper parts of the building, allowing him to make quick work of the journey since he was familiar with it.

As they travelled, Wooyoung's hand wandered to his back. A single touch sent an excruciating shock throughout his entire body, bringing forth a light curse from him. He could only hope the wounds he got today would heal.

After what felt like a millennium of walking through the most vacant parts of the building, they arrived at their destination. "Look for the door with number 11769," The demon instructed Wooyoung. He looked ahead, weary of the things he may find at the end of the treacherous hall. "I need you to be careful down there."

"Wait, you're not coming with me?" He exclaimed, a new level of fear falling on top of him.

Hoseok simply shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. I have to go disarm the security systems in his cell. What I need you to do is keep him calm. If an unhinged demon manages to escape their cell the guards will not hesitate to kill them. San will have his powers drained and his body will be fed to the creatures of the underworld. And you? You'll be food for whichever demon is closest."

Reasonably, this did little to ease Wooyoung's nerves and, in fact, made them worse. For someone who usually seemed so cheerful, Hoseok was terrible at pep talks. An aspect of his constant persona shifts, one may assume. "What if I can't get San out...?"

At least he sent a reassuring smile. "You won't. I have faith in you."

"But if I fail...?"

Hoseok hummed. "Then I'll kill you for wasting my time." The smile remained on his face, making what he stated several times more unsettling. "Seriously, if we lose you, we lose San too. So please, do your best not to die."

All Wooyoung could really do was give him a thumbs up. With one final nod, Hobi flew in the opposite direction and left him all by himself. Sucking in a nervous breath, he began the trek forward.

Chilling sounds of screams echoed through the eerie, dark halls. Blood's putrid stench hit his senses immediately and for the sake of his own sanity, Wooyoung tried his absolute hardest not to think about the violent way it was possibly being spilt.

Keeping on the lookout for the numbers given, Wooyoung's eyes scanned the array of doors he passed. Everything about this place was creepy. "Hell is terrible," He muttered, more so in an attempt to keep himself distracted rather than clear his conscience. "Why would San want to come back here when they treat him in such a terrible way?"

It was such a cruel place. How in the world could it breed someone as sweet and innocent as San?

From the first moment he laid eyes on him, Wooyoung knew there was something special about him. Granted, the last thing he expected was for him to be a demon but it wasn't something that worried him.

"San, what just happened?" Wooyoung cried, his body still shaking at the memory of seeing those men dead in the alley while he was in the arms of the person who killed them. Slowly, he looked up at San, who still seemed to be processing what had just happened. Or rather, what he had just done. "San, answer me! What are you?"

"If I tell you, you'll never look at me the same again. I don't want that..." His brow creased, carefully backing out of his grip.

"What do you mean?" San remained silent. "Park-Kim San, what are you?"

Though the circumstances themselves were not pleasant and one Wooyoung would never want to relive, he was thankful it allowed him to get to know San at least a little bit better. The memories following were enough to keep his mind off of the horrid cries of whatever creatures were beyond the surrounding doors.

Number 11769 finally came into sight and unlike all the others, there was no sound coming from it. The immense worry the teen felt was enough to have him burst the double doors open without a second thought.

"San!" He shouted the second he laid eyes on his weak partner. Wooyoung raced forward, his pace quickening with every step when San didn't respond. Using as much strength as he could, he attempted to tug the iron chains off yet they refused to budge. "Dammit! Hold still San, I'll get you out of here."

However, there was something that stopped Wooyoung dead in his tracks when San's head fell onto his chest. His shallow breaths filled the blonde's ears and the tears falling from his eyes began to stain his shirt. To see him like this, so broken and exhausted, there was nothing that could make his heart break more.

Wooyoung pulled him closer in response, wanting to stroke his hair and let him know everything would be alright. But it was his touch that made something snap in the demon. "C-Can you p-please stop dying on me?" The deep growl following his sentence should have been what warned Wooyoung to stay away.

And yet, he did the opposite. "Dying?" He inquired. "San, I'm real. Whatever you've been seeing hasn't been."

What was meant to calm him resulted in the contrary. "I KNOW!" San roared, the wake up call Wooyoung needed to back away. "I know it's not real, I know you're not real! What? Do you think I'm an idiot? You think I can't tell when I'm being toyed with?"

"No! San that's not it-"

"OF COURSE IT IS! You think you can trick me again, huh? I've seen you die so many times today. I've watched every part of your body disintegrate before my very eyes. I've heard you scream and cry in agony! And you think I don't know it's not real?" When he started to laugh, it sounded every alarm in Wooyoung's head and when San's eyes began to illuminate he was afraid he was already too far gone. Hoseok's warning played in the back of his mind, reminding him of what would happen if he failed. "You look frightened, love." He giggled.

Wooyoung could feel his heart rate spike at the name he spoke. San hadn't called him that since the Blood Moon. The teen's lack of response made him even more irritated, his face contorting into a range of emotions. "Wooyoungie doesn't think you're sane. Look, you're scaring him. I FUCKING KNOW! Sannie has to relax. You need to calm down, San. You should control yourself better. And you think I haven't tried?" Whatever voice he was speaking to was driving him insane. That much was clear by the way he switched between yelling at himself and speaking in soft bouts of disapproval.

Wooyoung needed to find a way to calm him down, at least for a moment, so he could get him out of whatever manic state he was in. "S-San...it's okay. I'm right here. It's going to be alright."

"Alright?" He muttered incredulously. "I've heard you say that one before too. 'Don't worry San' 'I'll get you out Sannie' 'It'll be alright San'! FUCK OFF! Every time I see you, I'm so much closer to ripping that spine right out of your little body and ending this! You. Aren't. REAL!"

"No San! I promise you, I'm really here! One hundred per cent. We can go back home the moment this is all over, I promise you that. We can go to the roof and sit under the moonlight, we'll cuddle and just enjoy each other's company like we always do."

Twisting to the side, San's head tilted, eyeing him carefully. Every frantic glance he made, every hair that stood on the back of his neck, he noticed all of it. It looked like he had finally calmed down and the moment Wooyoung noticed this was when the chains began to fall. Even if he looked relaxed, he knew San wouldn't stay like this for long.

"Hoseok, wait! I need more time to-"

His words came to a grinding halt when San took hold of his neck. Wooyoung's body hit the ground with a harsh smack while the demon hovered over him, teeth bared with an aggressive snarl following.

Petrified, with his throat refusing to consume the oxygen needed to breathe, Wooyoung found himself choking in the demon's grasp following muffled pleas for him to stop. Arms kept down by San's free hand and eyes welling with tears, he was beyond powerless in this situation. Whatever he was looking at, wasn't his boyfriend. Not with the way his soulless eyes bore into the depths of Wooyoung's being or how he tightened his grip with every attempted struggle.

With every passing second, he could feel his mind become ever more clouded, fogging with an uncanny toggle that filled it with a vacuous intent. Wooyoung's eyes slowly began to brighten towards a colour similar to San's although much duller.

Struggle was a grace his body was not longer offered, falling limp in the violent clutches of the demon. He was close to blacking out. The last thing he would ever see was San and something about that made him smile weakly. Without the ability to speak, Wooyoung was left only with his thoughts. At least the very last thing I get to see is you. I'm sorry I couldn't save you, Sannie.

His head lolled to the side but as soon as it hit the ground, San released his neck. "No..." He heard him whisper. Given the opportunity, Wooyoung sprung up, clutching his chest and desperately gasping for air while San looked on in shock-horror. "Illusions don't have thoughts...you..."

Not a moment later, Wooyoung's body was toppled in an embrace, breath once again became restricted, this time by the strength of San's hug. "I'm so sorry!" Wailed the demon, burying his face in the human's chest.

Still startled, Wooyoung didn't have the ability to respond right away. The most he could do was allow his body to fall limp while San continued to cry. "I didn't know you were real! I'm so sorry Wooyoung! I'm sorry for everything!" Eased, ever so slightly, Wooyoung whispered that he was okay and told San to just let it out. "I'm sorry for everything I've done to you. I'm sorry for scaring you so much, for taking you from your family, for trying to take over your mind..."

"W-What? How many times did you try...you know what, I really don't want to know." It was clear he would get an answer he wouldn't like and decided to leave it at that. San nodded regardless, resting his head on Wooyoung's shoulder while his torso was engulfed by the younger's arms. "Are you alright?" He asked softly.

"I should be asking you that. You came all the way to Hell just to get me?"

"You make it sound like you wouldn't do the same."

"That's different, I'm a demon. I can handle myself. But you're only human. Something could have happened to you."

Wooyoung scoffed, not hesitating to roll his eyes. "Trust me, your family members won't let me forget that I'm 'only human'. And you can handle yourself? You've been chained up here for God knows how long! You're the last person to talk to me about "handling" themselves."

Despite the way he was nagged, San still found it in him to chuckle. "I missed you so much, Wooyoung." Then Wooyoung smiled back.

"I missed you too, San." Their lips were interlocked in a sweet kiss, showing how much they truly felt for one another in ways words could not. San moved over his boyfriend, straddling him and keeping him down. The way he gazed at Wooyoung only made the younger male smirk.

"You must have missed me a lot, hm Sannie?" He teased him.

"More than I can put into words." San moved to kiss Wooyoung once again but was startled back when the doors to his cell suddenly flew open. The demon began to growl immediately, his tail swishing back and forth to accentuate his aggression. Yet when he saw who it was, both he and Wooyoung were relieved. Well, the human was more concerned if anything.

Hoseok cheered when he saw the two in each other's arms. His smile, however, didn't distract from the various splatters of blood on his clothes, not that either demons acknowledged it. "Uncle Hobi!" San exclaimed, racing into his relative's arms, not at all phased by how he was drenched in crimson.

"Sorry, I'm late. The guards were giving me a hard time. On the bright side, we have new treats for Shiber." His grin, however, fell once he examined San's face. His fingers grazed a few of the cuts on his cheeks, grimacing at the way the teen winced. "Aw, Sannie, how could they do this to you? Which guard was it, huh? Whose head do I need to rip off?"

"Probably the dead guy by the door..." Their eyes travelled to the body of the minotaur resting by the entrance. In spite of the rather gruesome sight, the two of them laughed. Opposed to Wooyoung, he was using every ounce of his will not to hurl.

San wrapped his arm around his waist once his boyfriend was back by his side. The adrenaline from before was wearing off and as such, Wooyoung needed a bit of support from his back injury. Although San was rather weak himself, he would ignore all of his pain in favour of helping his boyfriend.

It was all very endearing to Hoseok, the corners of his lips lifting to reveal a smile so bright it could rival the Sun. "You're really the one for him, aren't you Woo?" The statement earned a slight leer from the human in question. "Let's get going so we can find your parents, San. Then maybe Jackson along the way so that he can get all those nasty thoughts out of your head."

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The group hurried to the Devil's Tower. Whatever pain Seonghwa felt was drowned out by the light of the Blood Moon and the pure determination to get his husband and son back. He had faith that Hoseok would retrieve San, which just left them the job of getting back Hongjoong.

Seonghwa wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again. To hold him, to run his hand through his soft, red locks and for him to look at him with those precious eyes. The more he thought about it, the more furious he became at the prospect of someone daring to take away what he adored most.

To the surprise of everyone, including Seonghwa, the building was being ravaged by a hellhound. The heavy stomps of the monster made them stumble in their stride but they persisted anyway. If anything, it just made it easier to sneak through, despite the excessive amount of debris. The real question was where they were supposed to go.

The building was endless from top to bottom, was more akin to a maze if anything else. They only had one navigator - Jinyoung, and even he had only been to the higher parts of the tower. Which was likely not where Hongjoong was being held.

"So do we just keep going down the stairs until we find him? I mean we've got all eternity to do it." The group rolled their eyes at Jackson's comment but it seemed like their only option right now so they simply opted to take the stairs. "Can't we take the hellevator?"

"No, it'd be too slow..." Seonghwa had ignored Jackson's elevator pun, the older pouting in response.

When it came down to it, the Devil's Tower was just an office building. One infinite office building. The thought of it was enough to make all of them shiver. Jinyoung suggested going to the dungeons since that would be their best bet. Armed with the information that he would be transferred to another cell within a matter of hours, they knew they needed to act quickly.

"How are you doing, Seonghwa?" Lay made sure to check on the youngest demon every so often as he could see the stress piling onto his shoulders from a mile away. It was something the shadow demon didn't do a good job of hiding.

"I'd be lying if I said I was alright," He admitted, head hanging while they trekked forward. In truth, Seonghwa wasn't sure what he was going to do once he saw Hongjoong. No doubt he wouldn't be in the right mindset to have a conversation with anyone. Should he have to fight, Seonghwa knew he wouldn't be able to do it. Then there was San, not knowing where his own child was or how he was doing filled his mind with endless anxious thoughts.

Anxious was indeed the best word to describe how he felt. His hand travelled to his neck, it was bruised by how harshly the incubus' had attacked his flesh. In fact, nearly every inch of his skin had been tainted by their touch and unlike his wounds from Jimin's whip, Seonghwa knew these scars wouldn't heal any time soon.

"I'm sure you had fun in there, didn't you, Park?" Seonghwa heard Moonbyul jeer from just beside him. She eyed his swollen features with disgust, undoubtedly aggravated by the prospect of him with someone that wasn't Hongjoong. "Couldn't keep it in your pants even while your husband is-"

Jackson had had enough of her insensitive comments, finally shouting, "MOONBYUL! Have a bit of decency, will you? You have no clue what happened there. Don't harass him just because your best friend married someone you didn't like. Leave. Him. Be." Lay had to pull his partner back, afraid his powers may begin to spazz due to his irritation and held him close in an attempt to keep him calm.

He wasn't the only one who had had enough of this. "Listen and listen well," Seonghwa hissed towards her. "Park Seonghwa may have been a cheater, but Park-Kim Seonghwa is no such thing. Let that sink in because what you see on my body was not my choice."

What he had said stopped Moonbyul dead in her tracks. "What do you mean? What happened?"

"Why don't you ask Jimin and his sluts?" Jinyoung grumbled towards her, brushing past her frame to catch up with the others. The stubbornness in her allowed Moonbyul to push forward, not too keen on apologising just yet.

Seonghwa glanced back at Jinyoung when he murmured this. They made direct eye contact and Jinyoung's gaze said "Sorry" was it enough?

No, it never would be. Not until he had the decency to say it aloud. To be completely honest, the youngest wanted to smack him halfway to Heaven and if given the opportunity, he most certainly would. But for Seonghwa, his relationship with Jinyoung was the least of his worries.

Impatience overtook Seonghwa's anxiety the longer they carried on. Each corridor led to another disappointment as Hongjoong was still nowhere in sight. The strangest part of the experience being that every guard in sight was dead on the ground, a sign that Hoseok must have blown through the area, which made their journey easier and quicker. But not quick enough.

Despite his peers urging him to slow down, Seonghwa continued to race through the halls of the building in a desperate attempt to locate Hongjoong's aura. If he couldn't see him, the least he could do was sense him but he couldn't even do that!

Eventually, he gave up waiting for the others to catch up and leaned over the rails of the staircase. "Shit, Hwa, wait!" But by the time Jinyoung had yelled this, his friend had already jumped off the edge. Seonghwa couldn't be bothered with stairs anymore.

Plummeting to the bottom, he landed with his feet firm on the ground and glanced up. He couldn't even see the others at this point but it didn't matter because he could feel Hongjoong's aura. His distress and anger rang through his head, palpable even from such a distance. It was all Seonghwa needed to race to his aid.

Anger would be an understatement because even as Hongjoong remained tied down, his flames of outrage threatened to burn whatever was in sight. What he had his heart set on, however, was the man standing ahead of him. Leaning against the door, Namjoon looked down at the demon with a disdainful leer. His fascination with seeing Hongjoong like this would never cease to puzzle him.

"Oh, the joy I get out of seeing you like this. Upset, angry and so utterly adorable. A shame your husband can't see how pretty you look right now, so infuriated and desperate to get your hands on something."

The Devil glanced at the door behind him, smirking. The gruff pants and aggressive flaps of wings could be heard even from outside. "I've had this angel chained up here for centuries. Quite the feisty creature he is but he always kills his persecutors." He sent Hongjoong a facetious pout, tilting his head as if it were all just a coincidence.

A face of pure contempt formed on Hongjoong's face when Namjoon leaned in. He couldn't do much but move his head away when the Devil was just inches from it, only for his face to be brought right back. Forced to stare into those glowing red eyes of his, the fire demon didn't hesitate to grimace. "I invested so much energy into you, and this is how you repay me?"

Hongjoong refused to respond, the deep growl rumbling the back of his throat serving as any sort of reply. "I'm the reason your pathetic family is still together! I allowed you to keep your child. I allowed you to get away with your crimes. And you don't even have the decency to thank me?" Each word he bellowed was followed by a harsh yank to Hongjoong's face, pulling him closer and closer to that of the Devil's.

"Ungrateful brats should learn their place."

Hongjoong wasn't sure if his mind was rooted in reality or if his brain had just decided to play tricks on him, but every siren had gone off and his senses exploded when Namjoon pressed his lips against his. His arms kept him caged when the younger's body was thrown against the wall, the restraints did little to aid him in this time. With Namjoon's tongue snaking into the caverns of his mouth, Hongjoong could do nothing but struggle to get him off, the searing heat of his features doing little to deter the lord of Hell.

He was set free only when Namjoon parted for air. The demon below him was practically shaking once he moved away, jaw clenching while his chest raised and fell rapidly. Instantly, Hongjoong snapped his head forward, Namjoon having enough sense to back away from the raging demon with a self-satisfied grin. "Have fun in there, Joongie. Tell Lucas I say hi."

"Hongjoong! Hongjoong where are you?" The sound of Seonghwa's voice ringing through the corridor brought both of their attention to the winding hall. Hongjoong in particular struggled out of his binds, itching to be in his husband's arms.

When Seonghwa finally made eye contact with him, he was beyond vexed to see the position his partner was in. Not only tied up but in the arms of the Devil. "Don't send him in there! He doesn't deserve it."

Namjoon merely scoffed, pushing Hongjoong to the ground. "No one deserves anything. Make a better case." At least he was willing to listen.

Or so Seonghwa thought. Namjoon didn't skip a beat in picking back up the smallest demon, dangling him in the air as if to taunt them both. "You two have annoyed me so much lately. Creating such a mess and causing so many problems. The only thing I can do with you at this point is to dispose of you both."

"KIM NAMJOON DON'T YOU DARE!"

And within an instant, Hongjoong was dropped. Seonghwa managed to catch him in time, pulling him to the side whilst a bright beam of light penetrated the air and sent a tall, shimmering figure their way.

With light pink hair and a fierce silver gaze, the man stood eye to eye with the Devil, his arms crossed while he looked at him with palpable disappointment. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Growled Namjoon.

God rolled his eyes at his aggression. "Vulgar as always," Sighed Seokjin with a tut. "Jimin called to complain about how his toy left him and Hoseok told me you tried to kill a child. I figured I'd hit two birds with one stone and see what your problem was."

"Don't act like you don't do the same. Don't think I haven't heard about how you destroyed an angel's wings just because you didn't like him. A teenager no less." Seonghwa undid the ropes around Hongjoong's frame, barely paying attention to the conversation the two deities were engulfed in.

"This isn't about me," Jin continued. "It's about how utterly deplorable you are." The Devil raised his brow at this as his previous statement had just been ignored. "Let them go, Namjoon."

"And what am I going to do about Lucas?"

"Figure it out! It's not my fucking problem what angels do once they land here. Keep him locked up for all I care." Seokjin then turned to the couple on the floor. He noticed how hopelessly they clung to each other, tilting his head at their intense display of affection. Part of him found it rather sweet but the majority of him thought it was disgusting. "Demons..." He grumbled. "Yah, you two," He shouted, earning the duo's attention. "Get out of here before I change my mind and feed you to the creature behind that door."

They didn't need to be told twice. Lifting him bridal style, Seonghwa carried his husband out of the corridor. Hongjoong didn't hesitate to bury his chest in the crook of his neck, snuggling closer for as much comfort as possible. He was still extremely warm, making it a little difficult to keep a comfortable grip on him but it was something Seonghwa was willing to ignore.

He had him back. He finally had him back and he would never let him go again.

When they made it out of the building, it didn't take long for them to be greeted by the others, who Hoseok had found and brought outside. They were all too busy making sure their nephew was okay or interrogating Wooyoung to notice the couple, but San was quick to catch their appearance.

He didn't hesitate to tear up at the sight of them, flying full force at his fathers and knocking all three of them to the ground. "Dad! Father! You're okay!" He cried, burying his face deep in the chest of Hongjoong, who hugged his son for dear life. Seonghwa rested his head on San's, holding him as tightly as possible while his son continued to cry.

"I'm sorry for leaving you two," Mumbled Hongjoong. His own emotions caused him to choke on his words but neither put it against him.

Gently, Seonghwa said, "Don't apologise, please don't apologise." Then pulled his husband closer for a soft kiss. It brought more tears to their eyes, only this time, there was no sorrow present.

Finally, they could all go home.