Minji's POV:

My entire body is cold.

Is this what it feels like to die?

"Minji! Minji open your eyes goddämmit!"

I open my eyes to Jimin with his hands on the sides of my face. Once again his feathers are ultimately shielding me from danger and for a second I wonder if he's different from the rest of them.

I mean this is the second time he's saved my life.

Jimin stands up, still shielding me as he asks my father, "where's the fücking book?"

"I didn't show you before what makes you think I'd show you now?" My father growls back. Except, his voice no longer sounds like my father... instead it sounds almost... demonic.

Wait, my father can see them?

Jimin lets out a sigh, this time his wings falling down at his sides. Now I can see my fathers face, but it's no longer familiar to me.

"That could be you if you don't help us,"

I jump at a sudden voice to my left.

"Excuse me?" I say to Jungkook.

"Your father is a half demon. It's what your ancestors are rewarded with if you don't help us," He shrugs in response.

"Is that even a reward?" I scoff.

"It's a matter of opinion I guess. Your father gets to live a mortal life while also possessing the powers of a demon," Jungkook explains, rolling his head to look at me, "kind of tempting, huh?"

"No not really..." I trail off. What exactly are the powers of a demon?

"Give us the book you dïck!" Yoongi shouts over Jungkook and I's small conversation.

"I'll help you out a bit," my father laughs, "I no longer have it. To be honest, it's lost,"

"Lost? But if you don't know where it is, and your daughter doesn't know where it is... then what are we supposed to do?!" V exclaims out of frustration.

"I guess that's for you to find out. Minji would be of use except I've never showed the girl her true powers. At this point she's as useful as God is to you,"

"I have powers?" I turn to Jungkook.

"Technically. If you know how to use them finding the book would be a peace of cake. The only problem is that you've probably lost all of them considering you're 16 years old and didn't even know you about practically any of this," Jungkook replies, "this is why we thought you were adopted,"

"Anyways, take the fücking girl and get out of my house. It'll be fun watching you fail once again," My father chuckles.

Jungkook helps me to my feet and then walks on ahead. I slowly step around Jimin, shakily trying to go around my father. Before I can think I stop myself and look him dead in the eye.

"You killed mother?" I ask.

"Of course. She got in my way,"

"How'd she get in your way?" I keep myself from yelling by clutching the ends of my sleeves.

"By having you,"

My heart feels as if it stops in my chest. Sure I've had difficulties showing my appreciation towards him but that doesn't mean I didn't love him. Knowing the truth behind his vagueness all this time only hurts more.

Not to mention that I've lived under his roof for my whole life while drowning in his piles of lies and never even knowing it. He never loved me or cared about me. I am just a knot in his plan.

We even had great moments together. Went out to eat about a million times, had wonderful Holidays, along with a bunch of other memories that are all shït to me now. It just goes to show how you can't trust anyone.

I purse my lips, "Well fück you, fück this house, fück your god dämn fake äss face you fücking bästard!" Before I know it I'm standing right in front of him with my hand skidding across his face.

His face moves to the side following my hand before laughing.

He slowly looks at me, "you're gonna regret that little girl,"

My hand suddenly starts to burn, and not just a little bit. More like my flesh is being boiled from the inside out.

"O-ow," I suck in air trying to stop the burning by rubbing my skin.

"We gotta go," I hear Jimin's voice in my ear.

He literally has to sling me over his shoulder in order to get me to move. I can't even focus on where we're going because it feels as if my hand is on fire and it's spreading.

"M-make it st-stop," I splutter when he puts me down outside.

"Make what stop?" V asks me while looking genuinely concerned.

"It burns!" I scream, now my whole body feeling like I've been thrown into a forest fire.

"He blighted her," Hoseok remarks.

"He what?!" V gasps.

My knees buckle beneath me and I find myself on the ground. Alls I can hear is ringing in my ears as I stare at the sky wishing now more than ever that it would start raining again.

Jimin's POV:

"Shït she'll die if we don't stop her body from heating up," Namjoon clutches his hair.

I crouch down beside her a feel her head. It's wet with sweat and I almost have to pull away to keep myself from getting burned.

"Yah, Minji. Stay with us it'll stop soon," I say but she doesn't seem to be listening.

"MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP!!!" She continues to scream, the tears rolling down her cheeks immediately evaporating.

"Quick, throw her in the ocean," Yoongi instructs.

"But it's mid November!" V exclaims.

"Do you want to save our only chance of ending our eternal suffering or what?" Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"Enough said!" Jungkook nods, picking her up and spreading his wings.

I watch him fly off, quickly grabbing her backpack before all of us follow right behind them.

Minji's POV:

"Oh my god, oh my god," I breath out rapidly. I feel wind on my face but it's doing absolutely nothing to ease my pain.

"You know you shouldn't say the lord's name in vain," I recognize the voice as Jungkook's but my vision has gone blurry.

"Am I gonna die?" I choke out in a fit of coughs.

"Nope, but hold your breath," Jungkook replies. Suddenly he lets go of me and I'm falling. I hadn't even realized that we were in the air.

"AHHHHHHHH!" I scream, cold water consuming me before I can even think to listen to Jungkook's words.

I quickly swim to the surface and gasp for air. Slowly, the burning starts to subside leaving me to realize that I've been thrown in the ocean in the middle of November.

Now I'm fücking freezing.

I turn myself around in the water in an attempt to find the shore. Much to my disappointment it's about 100 meters away. Did these freaking boys forget that I'm not like them in anyway shape or form?

Yeah let me just sprout some wings and fly away real quick.

"YAH!! I didn't literally mean for you to throw her into the ocean!!!"

"But that's what you said!"

"Someone just get the poor girl already!"

"Up ya go," V says while lifting me by my armpits.

"W-w-were you tr-trying t-t-t-to kill m-me?" I shiver

"Actually quote the opposite. I just saved your life," Jungkook scoffs.

I nod my head, remembering the pain of being burned alive. I mean I guess freezing is more preferred over burning but that doesn't change the fact that I may get hypothermia.

"Yoongi Hyung, make a fire for her," Jimin instructs.

"Yup," Yoongi shrugs, a flame rises in his hand causing me to squeal.

"Please don't burn me alive!" I scoot behind Jungkook who only laughs.

"We're just trying to warm you up,"

"Oh... okay..." I trail off, sitting in front of Yoongi who's made a small fire.

"You should probably take off your wet clothes," Jungkook smirks.

"Kookie, shut the hëll up your like 10," Namjoon pushes him.

"Hyung! I'm 17 so shut the fück up!" Jungkook gasps. (A/N: picture Jungkook as he is now! Minji is 16 so I wanted to keep their ages close to hers)

"Technically he's like 100," Jimin sighs.

"100?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Well yeah. We've been stuck like this ever since we had our lives taken away from us," Jimin explains.

I nod my head as if everything going on is normal and completely understandable. However, Jungkook is right. As weird as it sounds, I should really change out of my clothes because they are soaked.

"So I'm going behind that rock," I point over to where it is, "if any of you move and inch I will kick your äss,"

"Good luck with that," Yoongi chuckles.

I quickly grab my bag and jog over behind the rock. First I take of my sweatshirt followed by my jeans which by the way, wet skinny jeans are freaking hëll to get off.

Once I change into my new clothes I lay the wet ones on the rock to dry. As I'm doing so I overhear a conversation between Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jin.

"So how do we get her to find the book?" Jin asks.

"Torture usually unleashes someone's powers," Hoseok replies in his usual monotonous voice. Shivers run down my spine.

"But we can't torture the girl," Jin luckily defends me.

"Kind Of sounds like our best option," Namjoon sighs.

"...I don't know," Jin seems to have given up.

I stare at my hands rested against the rock. My brain is telling me to run away but for some reason my heart is telling me to stay. That could just be because I have nowhere to run away to though...

"Screw this," I whisper to myself, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

The sun is setting which means that its most likely harder to see me. I bet if I'm discrete enough I can escape without them noticing me...

"Planning something?"

"Oh god!" I help, looking up at Jimin who's perched himself on top of the rock.

"Yeah- I mean no... I was just-"

"Planning your escape?" His eyebrows raise but I'm again met with his sad eyes.

"Listen, I'm not about to just let you torture me," I snap.

"Don't worry, they wouldn't actually," He sighs.

"Sounded pretty convincing to me," I scoff.

"They can't. The more innocent people we harm, the more we become demons. As of right now we're just fallen angels which gives us a shot at escaping Hëll," Jimin explains, resting his chin on his hand.

"But you were never angels in the first place," I reply.

"Yeah, your right. But we are fallen angels because we never did anything to deserve to be in hëll. That's why we have you,"

"Me?"

"Mhm. Basically you have seven innocent lives resting in your hands. If that doesn't make you find your powers then I don't know what will," He tilts his head to the side as he speaks.

"Wow... no pressure, huh?" I say more to myself, "but Jimin, what exactly am I?"

"Your like a demigod... but only to us I guess. Otherwise your just an up and coming half demon," he answers.

"Right. If I don't save you I'll become like my father.. But to save you I need to discover my powers?"

"That's what we've already been over," he rolls his eyes.

"Jimin?" I look up at him.

"Mm,"

"Promise you won't let them hurt me?"

He stares at me for a moment, brushing his hair out of his face as if he's contemplating an extremely complex equation.

Finally he softly answers, "I promise,"