Happy 40k reads! Be aware, this chapter might be long :)

Epilogue and book 2 are next!

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Lights striked out, still Park Chanyeol continued his way down. With widened eyes, pounding pulse, shallow breaths, and cautious steps, he pushed the door open revealing a theatre room. With the help of numbers 1-10 counting on the big white screen, Chanyeol was able to see where he is heading. Every cautious steps he took down were filled with nervousness. A seat was reserved for him located at the middle of the theatre room. He settled down and waited for something to happen to him. Still holding back his thoughts, Chanyeol was startled when the movie screen began to show a 'film' according to himself. Sitting down uncomfortably, he knew Oh Sehun called out for him. They had an agreement that they will know what Sehun wants and he will leave Baekhyun alone for the rest of his life if only Park Chanyeol does everything that Sehun will order him. That's the main reason he is sitting in this cold theatre room alone right now.

"Good Evening my mate, I didn't expected that you will come here immediately. As a matter of fact, I did put some effort on this screening thingy. So enjoy. And make up your mind as soon as possible." With no doubts, Chanyeol knew who owns that voice. Sehun's the head of the creatures, he'd heard that voice for as many times as possible back when he was still an Incubus.

Death and sufferings in every way. People suffocating, due to in need of breath. People suffering from diseases, different cases. People who are begging for help. People commiting suicide and crimes. Every scenes were full of differently unexplanable scenarios, which Chanyeol couldn't even understand and doubt he will get a grip of it. He does not have any ideas what Oh Sehun is up to, still he kept himself attached to the screen hoping he could get any idea what Sehun is up to. The next scene involved a child being bullied by his peers often being called with offensive names. The child has an odd possession; ownership of black magics. In conclusion, the child rested cold and dead in his dad's arms.

As the screen goes blank and empty, the film ends and the theatre curtains began to unfold by themselves. Chanyeol found himself clouded with fluster. His decisions and thoughts were still jumbled and blurred. The film was completely complicated for him to understand.

"Have you decided already? You only got this dream to decide on everything. Live and the child dies or leave with the child?" Sehun's voice lingered and echoed through the walls, enough for Chanyeol to hear him. Chanyeol replied carefully, "What the hell was that, Oh Sehun? Is this even a joke to you? That film left me dumbfounded."

"Of course not. How is it a joke to me? Pro---"

Chanyeol cutting him off, "Everything's a joke to you, Oh Sehun. Don't tell me you're feeling serious about this one. You're just a demon that makes fun of people and even situations. Every single cases and conditions are jo---"

"What if I'll say I'm serious about Baekhyun?" Chanyeol felt like he became deaf. "Are you saying that---" Oh Sehun broke him off, "Would you do anything? Would you be responsible of him? Park Chanyeol, you were once a demon that tastes and saviours every kind of women. You left and abandoned so many women you got pregnant. Aren't you going to do the same thing?"

"I am not leaving him behind. Baekhyun is my responsibility." Sehun sniggered and in a second, suddenly appeared to the right side of Park Chanyeol. "Correct that, Baekhyun will be soon your 'was' responsibility and not anymore 'is'." Chanyeol rolled his eyes and murmured why did I summoned and have to deal with this kid?

"I am not leaving Byun Baekhyun alon---"

"Neither do I."

"Can you like...stop cutting me off? I'm trying to clear myself here." Chanyeol felt flustered and curved his eyebrows as if he was really serious. Without being interrupted, Chanyeol went on smoothly, making himself clear as a crystal.

"Alrighty, you got two choices, the decision is in your hands. I guess you already knew them. Do I still have to explain them specifically? If you won't leave Baekhyun, then he'll suffer for the rest of his life and it's either one of the twins must die and be an Incubus to replace you...or it's both of them to be the sacrifice, and lastly you'll die worthless with your lover. Well, I know you're not used to being worthless so there is a possibility you'll choose the first one instead of the latter. This is the latter, if you cared too much for Baekhyun and don't want him to suffer, then you must be a father for once and take a child with you as a punishment on loving a human." With that, Oh Sehun felt he already made himself clear. He smirked and sensed what Chanyeol is up to with his plans and decisions.

"I disagree with your statements. They're all exaggerated and different from what I heard from Jongin and Yoora. Aren't they supposed to be 'Be a human for a lifetime; suffering from getting help and trying to live a normal life when I'm not even used to'? Oh Sehun, you're passing the line. The twins aren't supposed to die if ever I'll choose the first decision."

"Sorry, Park. Change of decisions. Now, choose."

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-Park Chanyeol-

When something's off, you'll get a bad feeling about it from the first place. And that's how I felt before I could witness the scenerio. The worst part is where you'll have to bid your farewell in order to let them go.

I woke up from a very bad dream. Not really a typical bad one, but one with an important message chained on it. Oh Sehun made an appearance in my dreams and we were inside the theatre room. My legs are shivering and became weak when I held the phone to my ears, hearing those words that Kim Jongin had said. I rushed into the hospital without any hesitations. While I drove on the way, my tears wouldn't stop from falling. I didn't took my steps leisurely, instead came running down the white halls. Every doors are transparent to me. In every single windows I pass by, I, myself could see people dying. I see people suffering, endeavouring triumph against death. People parting ways; ascending and descending. What I mean in ascending and descending, is that I could see people's soul going up in the light and going down to the darkness; heaven and hell.

As I ran helplessly along the long and wide white halls, I encountered a kid sitting down the cold ground. A little boy clutching his sleeves, shedding tears. I couldn't tell if it is a warm one. It seems like he's one of them; the people who are parting ways.

"Mister, y-you can s-see me?" His voice cracked from the first place, but them seemed calm. I wonder at first what is she doing on the cold floor, but when I looked on the transparent windows, a little boy in critical stage is laying on her cold bed with doctors around helping each other and trying to pump his heart; they're trying to bring her back. When the little boy asked me that question, I went down to my knees and nodded.

"Yes, I can see you. Why are you here? Aren't you suppose to go back? You still need to witness the world and grow up with your parents." With fear reigning in his eyes, he shooked his head and his two little hands held my palms "Mister, you don't look like one of them. You don't seem to be dead. Maybe you're an angel who would come and get me...But I could still remember what my mum told me. Angels are in white and they have wings, while you don't." Grinning, I nodded because it's funny to know what the kids believe; Angels are in white and they have wings. Well, I'll leave it to them like that since that's what they believe.

A woman in her late 20s had happened to appear on the front door of the surgery room, walking back and forth while we were in the middle of our talk. Since I am talking to a dead person, she couldn't see a glimpse of the two of us. Crying her heart out, I looked back to the kid. I could see anxiousness in his eyes while watching the woman sob.

"That's my mum. Mum and dad always get into a fight. I don't like seeing them like that. I would never want to go back to them because they always fight. I want to leave this world." He kept on looking back like he is really worried on her. This kid is afraid to face the reality of his parents.

"Well, how about a game, little kid?" I thought of it as an idea to get him back to the human world. "What game? I don't like games." Kids usually love to play, so how come he don't like to play games? I patted his head and whispered on his ears. His eyes felt like saying something to me, but instead he shrugged them off and stood tall on his feet. He bid goodbye, and went back to his unconscious body. I hope I can help him in the future if I could.

Jongin's voice and words kept on repeating over and over again in my mind. I couldn't concentrate, I just ran and ran for Baekhyun. I felt like I already lost it. I am being drown into my thoughts. All I knew was, I did that to save Baekhyun. Sehun threatened me to make Baekhyun suffer if I won't do his orders.

This scene is somehow familiar to me.

Running like a thunderbolt hitting the ground quickly, Kim Jongin ran after me while catching his breath. His eyes are full of anger. He kept on releasing sweatbeads that kept on dropping on his hair and skin. The next thing I knew was, he kept on blaming and yelling at me which also happened to happen in my previous dreams from last day.

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"Park, why did you took the baby away? Baekhyun is in critical stage right now. He suddenly found himself bleeding in the middle of his sleep, then he called for the emergency number and they sent the nearest ambulance for him. But when they crashed through the door, he is already unconscious. Did you appeared to be in his dreams and took his child's soul? Where is the child? Where is he?" Jongin kept on clonging my mind with his questions. I can't even remember a single thing, except all I knew was I visited Baekhyun in his dreams and had a sexual intercourse again.

"How did you know it's a he? Look Jongin, I can't remember anything at all. All I knew was, I visited Baekhyun in his sleep and we did it again. But, it didn't felt like I was controlling my body and mind. Like someone's in control of me. Maybe it's--"

"Oh Sehun." We left the building and happened to pass by the nearby park. "Still, Chanyeol why did you do it? I know the decisions are in your hands. But, how about the twins? Why did you have to do this? Tell me."

"Jongin, there's been a change of choices. Oh Sehun gave me today only to decide or else he will decide on his own." I know I am not thoroughly explaining right now to him. I'm still clouded with thoughts and trying to remember my own memories because it didn't happened to felt like I was controlling my body while doing it with Baekhyun in his dreams.

"Yet, Chanyeol you---"

"Jongin, promise me one thing." His eyes are full of confusion, but instead he managed to understand it with his own understanding, hoping to get what I mean. "Please promise to watch and protect Baekhyun out for me. It would be my last farewell, and I won't be able to see him again. I vow that I will see you again and explain with all these carry on. My time is up and I can't extend anymore. Farewell, my old friend." With that, I am able to say my farewell.

I didn't get to bid my farewell to Baekhyun, but I oath to myself and to everyone especially to Baekhyun, I will be back. Be back with more confidence.