Ah yes, Hell. It's not all fire and brimstone like we think. Cities, people and even farms rest throughout its dark surface. There is still fire at nearly every corner sure, but most have gotten used to it.

Watched over by the devil himself, Hell is home to demons and strange creatures of all sorts. Though it's a relatively nice place, a change in scenery is always an adventure.

There are three realms in this world: Earth, Hell and Heaven (but no one cares about that one).

Earth - where humans and the world you know is. Full of people, political issues and global warming. Ah yes, we truly are lucky to be alive.

Hell - the safe haven for dark creatures of the sorts. Where fire flourishes and demons roam the streets. Torture and the screams of the innocent is just an aspect that all have grown accustomed to.

Heaven - it's said that only the purest of humanity end up here once they die. As a land occupied of angels and golden lakes that flow through the heavenly streets it's the ideal destination for anyone lucky enough to enter its gates - Once again, no one cares about this place.

So moving on.

Why stick to one realm when you have such amazing options- Sorry, ONE amazing alternative?

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"Hongjoong...this was a horrible idea." The couple looked up at their new home. It was a relatively modern building, mostly white, with large windows, four bedrooms, a pool, big kitchen and living room with several sky lights to brighten the place up. The exact opposite to what they were used to.

"It's too bright," Hongjoong only rolled his eyes at his husband's picky attitude, ignoring his comments and bringing their belongings out instead.

"San! Grab your stuff!" The demon called to his son. Hearing his name, a teen with black curly hair, a white stripe running down one side, came rushing to his side. He awed at the large building and instantly went to explore it.

"Yah! What did I just- Ugh, this kid..." Hongjoong turned to his husband with a smile. "Seonghwa, babe, can you help me take these inside?"

Seonghwa glanced down at the large array of bags and boxes littering the yard. There were several more in the truck behind them. He hissed at the sight, then with a quick snap of his fingers, teleported everything inside and then himself. "Seonghwa!" The younger demon whined, running inside to catch up to him.

"We need to learn to do things normally! Without our powers!" Hongjoong explained. "You can't just use them freely in the human world. What's that going to teach San?"

"The same person levitating and playing with a group of human children? He'll be fine." Hongjoong shrieked and quickly flew to the front yard. Only to find that there was no one there.

"Grab my bag while you're there!" Seonghwa shouted from inside. Hongjoong grumbled something under his breath, his hair flaring slightly, but still complied.

The red-head searched the front and back of the truck for the bag. He didn't see it anywhere so he hopped out to see if it had fallen under the trunk. "Are you looking for something sir?"

Hongjoong banged his head against the bottom of the car attempting to stand with a groan. The stranger gasped then quickly helped him to his feet. "Sorry sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" He said apologetically, holding onto Hongjoong's hand.

The stranger was tall (taller than Hongjoong at least, but that's not a very high bar to begin with), with brown hair that faded to a nice shade of blue. He also wore a white sweater and a pair of black glasses to go with it. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. A little sore, but fine." Hongjoong chuckled awkwardly. He noticed that the stranger was still holding his hand. "Um, you-"

Hongjoong didn't get to finish his sentence before he was quickly yanked away from the stranger. "Back off," Seonghwa snapped once he pulled his husband back a good few feet.

"Oh!" The stranger gasped. He looked confused as to where Seonghwa even came from, but seemed to brush it off pretty quickly. "Sorry, I should introduce myself properly. My name's Mingi! I'm your neighbour. I was coming over to greet you and noticed this black bag on the ground."

Mingi held up a small black bag, it was decorated with small rhinestones and had a crescent moon in the center of it. Seonghwa's eyes widened, quickly snatching it away from the man with a low growl. "Stop it Hwa," Hongjoong scolded. He untangled himself from Seonghwa's grip then turned to Mingi with a smile.

"A pleasure to meet your acquaintance Mingi," he said politely. "My name's Hongjoong, and this is my husband, Seonghwa." Seonghwa only hissed at him, protectively wrapping his arms around Hongjoong's waist while continuing to glare at the brunette.

"Sorry about him, he doesn't have any social skills." Seonghwa hissed again, this time at Hongjoong. The younger demon paid him no mind, simply pushing his face away.

"It's alright," Mingi assured them. "Since you two seem um...busy..." he glanced at Seonghwa nervously. "Why don't I just come back another day?"

"Sounds wonderful. Doesn't it Hwa?" Hongjoong looked up at Seonghwa with a passive-aggressive smile saying Agree or you sleep on the couch tonight. So Seonghwa just grumbled and nodded along.

Mingi grinned. He turned to leave, but before he went said "By the way! I love your contacts." Referring to the light crystal and blazing red colour of Seonghwa and Hongjoong's eyes.

"Contacts...?" Seonghwa muttered once Mingi had left. The demon scoffed. "My eyes look nothing like cheap socket colouring!"

"Well better that than have him know you're a demon." Hongjoong then smiled and kissed Seonghwa on the cheek. "You're right though, your eyes are stunning."

"Aw Joongie-"

"But as long as they're out like that, you might as well tell everyone they're from Party City. Now come on, I've got contacts for everyone in one of those boxes."

They made their way back inside to find their son rummaging through the boxes, not even trying to neat with them. "Have you seen my stuff?"

"Well if you had labelled your boxes correctly like we told you to, you would know." San rolled his eyes at Seonghwa's remark. He narrowed his at his father's, causing an ever so slight ring to run through his head which Seonghwa was quick to block out.

"Don't try your mind tricks with me Park-Kim San. You know they don't work on us."

The young demon groaned, floating lazily through the room. "Fiiiiine I'll just do it myself."

Hongjoong sighed. He was surrounded by drama queens. He decided to take a trip around the building, just to make sure everything was in working order. The kitchen was his first stop. Under special request, there was a gas stove to replace the previously electric one. Hongjoong inspected the flames closely as they started to flicker into view. The demon stuck a finger in and hummed.

"Hot enough?" Questioned Seonghwa, seemingly arising out of nowhere, something that Hongjoong was very used to by now.

"Nothing compared to the flames of Hell, but it'll do." Hongjoong stuck his hand in further, shivering in pleasure. It had been awhile since he'd touched fire. "Why don't you put your hand in and feel it?"

Seonghwa rolled his eyes. "Very funny, I'm not about to burn myself."

"Ha, could never be me~" Seonghwa just stuck his tongue out at him. He ran his slender fingers across the beige granite counters, thinking about how they'd need to change these horrendously bright colours. "I can't wait to hold you down against these counters and-"

"Seonghwa!" Seonghwa chuckled and pulled his husband over. Hongjoong whined as he began kissing him.

"Quite it Hwa! We've got things to do." The red-head groaned while pushing Seonghwa away only to be grabbed right back, with Hongjoong fighting off a playful grin.

"I agree. Like tying you down and-"

"Dad! Which room is mine?" San shouted from upstairs. He soon came flying into the kitchen, gagging at the sight of his parents kissing. "Gross."

"You can choose any of the empty rooms Sannie. We've already got ours." Hongjoong explained. San's eyes lit up.

"Can I have the basement?"

"NO!" Both of his dads exclaimed causing San to put up in his hands in defence. He finally stopped floating and nearly fell down once he got to the ground.

Hongjoong was quick to catch him with the realisation that he needed to set some ground rules. "Right, San, listen. Earth is...weird. You're going to have to wait and get used to its atmosphere before you start using your powers a lot. That includes flying, mind reading and telepathy, okay? Just for the first few days."

San gawked at the onslaught of new information. There wasn't much he could do about it other than pout and agree. "Good. That goes for you as well Seonghwa."

"Oh trust me, I know." The older groaned. "We already had this talk, remember? Less teleportation, no shadow manipulation and no taking souls. Anything else I missed?" Hongjoong glared at him.

"Less of the attitude would be nice." He replied irritably. It had the opposite effect he was looking for, as Seonghwa smirked at him smugly.

"Ooooh~ Baby boys getting strict now is he?"

"I can't believe we're married." Hongjoong mumbled. He turned back to San who seemed to have lost all interest in their conversation and started doing loops in the air.

"Earth, you'd better not kill me."

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Welcome to 'Hell Born'. This is just a fun side book I came up with at 3am and is actually my first Ateez story! The others are both BTS centric.

A little side note: this was originally built on a prompt I sent to fellowatinyarmy feel free to go read how she interpreted the garbage story I sent for her one shot book 'Desire' (The chapter is called Monster in case you're curious)