[|Love The Way You Lie|NamJin|]

"You don't know. Of course you wouldn't, you were asleep. Kim Seokjin, you died."

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Namjoon lays awake in bed, his boyfriend in his arms. He was going to regret every moment of what he had to do. He mentally prepared, but he knew he would never be ready.

He knows his brain will be scarred.
He knows his life will be scarred.
He knows his heart will be scarred.

Slowly, hesitantly, before the full moon is at its highest in the sky, Namjoon carefully slips out of the bed. His mind is filled with thoughts that he can't describe. Guilt, fear, pain. All of those may be his own end, but his family's lives are on the line.

They wanted his boyfriend dead. Namjoon begged for anything else, but seeing his younger sister almost meet her demise, he agreed.

And now, with pain in his heart, Namjoon has spread saved up gasoline all over the house, a burning match between his fingers.

He looks up at the moon, and when it finally hits its highest top, Namjoon drops the match.

It's too late to go back.

Tears slowly fall from Namjoon's eyes as he watches his house burn, with his boyfriend in it. Hands pat his shoulder, but Namjoon can't feel pride in what he has done.

He looks down at the man who asked it all.

"It's done." Namjoon mumbles sadly. "Now let my family go."

"Can't do that for you." The male replies with a chuckle.

Namjoon frowns. "Why?" He asks.

"Because they're already dead."

Namjoon's eyes widen, anger boiling in his veins when the man begins to speak again. "We said to kill him at exactly twelve. It was two over twelve when his heart died down."

"So I killed my boyfriend for nothing?!" Namjoon yells. "I have no one! My family is dead, my boyfriend is dead! All I asked was to save them. I would kill the chosen one if you'd let them go." Namjoon sobs.

The man scoffs selfishly. "You'll get over it." Namjoon growls. "Get over it?" He snarls. "Get over it?!" His hands latch around the man's throat tightly. "I will never forgive what you've done. I will never forget this. I will never get over this." He growls. "And therefore, I deserve a new life. A new start. I want you to feel the heart, throat clenching pain I feel. Their deaths are on my hands. The blood of my boyfriend is on my hands. And you're going to fucking pay for it."

The man in Namjoon's grasp begins to choke, the air blocked off when with every word Namjoon tightened his grip.

Soon enough, the man hangs limp in his hands and Namjoon drops the body with little to no regret.

He stares at his house and sniffles. "I'm sorry..." He sobs. "I'm sorry, Seokjin..."

Seokjin feels nothing. He feels numbness as heat spreads over his skin in his sleep, until he wakes up with loud ring in his ears.

It's a noise unable to be made by a human. It sounds like a dragon... A young dragon in pain.

Seokjin opens his eyes when he can feel his lids, taking a few deep breaths. He looks around him. There was nothing. Nothing but a single sin that said:

Imagine a place you find yourself at peace

So Seokjin did. He imagined his house with Namjoon by his side. Just like that, the house appeared, but Namjoon was nowhere to be found.

Seokjin frowns slightly when he walks inside and sees a woman sitting on one of their living room chairs.

"It says a place. Humans who have done crimes cannot be summoned by God." She says, a voice soothing like the wind.

Her hair is beautiful and curly, resting over her shoulders. She has a pair of cute glasses and blue eyes.

She is rather small, but sounds wise.

She wears a white blouse that falls over her hips and black pants like leggings.

"Who are you?" Seokjin asks. "Where am I? What is this? Where is Namjoon?"

The girl stops him by holding her hand up, smiling kindly. "You don't know. Of course you wouldn't, you were asleep. Kim Seokjin, you died."

Seokjin's eyes widen and he clutches his shirt, still feeling a healthy heartbeat. "But... how?"

"Would you like to see how you died?" The girl asks.

Seokjin shakes his head. "No. I... don't want to know. I think I already do." He mumbles. "I was burned. Wasn't I? All these burn wounds over my skin say it all."

The girl nods. "And do you want to know who did it?" Seokjin nods. "I would."

The girl snaps her fingers, and in Seokjin's eyes is displayed how his boyfriend is mercilessly choking a man he doesn't know. But his words make tears form in his eyes.

"Get over it? Get over it?! I will never forgive what you've done. I will never forget this. I will never get over this. And therefore, I deserve a new life. A new start. I want you to feel the heart, throat clenching pain I feel. Their deaths are on my hands. The blood of my boyfriend is on my hands. And you're going to fucking pay for it."

Tears well up in Seokjin's eyes when the scene disappears, and his tears slowly fall down his cheeks. For what? Why? What made him the victim of such a monster...?

"The truth is difficult to understand, but there is a tougher choice for you." The girl says. "Will you go to Heaven and leave it behind you? Or will you go to Hell and take revenge or chase your death?"

Seokjin quickly wipes his tears. The choice. Will he go to Heaven like he always wanted to, or will he go to Hell to find out why Namjoon did it?

He wasn't at peace with it. When he recalls his memories, he realizes that this might be the last time he will actually get to see Namjoon. To touch him.

He doesn't want revenge, he wants to know why.

"I don't want to take revenge in pain or suffering. I just want to see Namjoon again. I want him to tell me why he burned me." Seokjin says softly.

The girl tilts her head. "It's not possible to see him that way. You cannot go to Hell or Heaven just to ask him something. The only way to go back to Earth, is to go to Hell and take revenge."

"But I don't want to hurt him." Seokjin growls. "If I can't see him in Heaven than send me to Hell. And when Namjoon dies, you better send him there too." He snarls.

"That is for himself to decide, unless he takes the criminal path." The girl says sternly.

"Than I will make sure he takes that path." Seokjin says lowly, his hands balding to fists. "I'll turn him into a criminal."

The girl frowns slightly. "It's a choice you make, but be careful of Namjoon's fate." "He decided mine." Seokjin spits. "So I decide his."

The girl sighs but nods and snaps her fingers. "Very well. I warned you."

"I won't need a warning." Seokjin growls as his body fades. "All I need is him with me."

The girl watches as Seokjin's body disappears, knowing it will reappear where he requested to be.

Hell.

When Seokjin sets his eyes around him, his sight clearing, he's surprised to see that there were houses around him. Regular houses you'd see on Earth. The only difference was that the people used their wings to fly instead of feet to walk, although many also walked.

There were shops, parks, even children running around.

"New?" A voice asks.

Seokjin turns to look at the deep voice, tilting his head when he looks at a shorter pale... demon, he guesses.

Did that mean he was one too?

"Noticeable." The demon chuckles. "No wings yet." He says. "Is that bad?" Seokjin asks. "Not at all." The demon replies. "It only means you haven't fulfilled your task yet."

Seokjin tilts his head. "Task?" He asks. The demon chuckles. "Your revenge. You can go down to Earth whenever you want, if that's your question. Think of a place or a person, you'll practically spawn right next to them. You're invisible to them, though they can hear you."

"And who exactly are you?" Seokjin asks, raising an eyebrow. The demon grins. "The name's Min Yoongi. I died somewhere around 2000. Shot in the brains." "I don't need that information." Seokjin growls.

Yoongi shrugs. "Don't really care. Just thought I'd introduce you to Hell. It's basically Earth, just with demons and fire and wings. And the anticipated wait for the return of the chosen one." He mumbles.

"Chosen one?"

"What we used to call Satan, or the Devil. It's the source of Hell, and every ten thousand years or so a new Satan will be chosen by the soul. The last Satan will become a regular demon. You'd have to be a pure soul with the desire to live for Satan to place his soul in you. In fact, he is the only demon with horns in the entire Hell."

Seokjin blinked. It couldn't be him. He had many times when he wanted to die. He wasn't really a pure soul either. If he was he would still be a virgin.

"So. How did you die?" Yoongi asks. When choosing a realm your death wounds disappear so... Kinda hard to tell."

"My boyfriend burned me together with the house." Seokjin growls, gritting his teeth.

Yoongi inhales slightly. "Aish... Tough love." "Not at all." Seokjin says. "Just... unfair."

Yoongi smiles slightly. "Unfair is what life is like, newbie. Learn from it now that you're dead."

"Harsh."

"Never been different."

Seokjin rolls his eyes. "Enough chit chat." He growls. "I'm going to find my little boyfriend."

Namjoon sighs deeply, a cigarette locked between his plumped lips, the smoke going up in the air, while his tears fall down.

He can still hear Jin's voice. But... those words. He can't imagine his boyfriend ever saying those horrible words.

Tears only fall harder and his chest tightens.

"You should have never burned me."

Namjoon gulps.

"You should rest your mind at ease."

He sniffles.

"You should kill someone."

Namjoon's eyes widen at the thought. Or... was it even a thought? He quickly shakes his head, but soon enough it comes again. It's Jin's voice that speaks into his ear.

The demon can't help but growl softly when he sees Namjoon's reaction to hearing his voice. He just smirks and continues to taunt him by repeating those words all over again until Namjoon's muscles tense up.

Tears can't stop, and somewhere, Seokjin finds it amusing. He likes to see him so vulnerable.

"Your tears make me sad, Namjoon."

He says, trying not to sound amused by how sad and shocked Namjoon looks.

"You have to stop crying. Man up like I know you. That cigarette can be a nice combination with gasoline... Do it. For me?"

Namjoon gulps, taking his cigarette from between his lips. It's almost burned up. He didn't want to believe that Seokjin was talking to him. He might believe he was going insane or that he just missed him.

But when he could practically feel his lover's hands roaming over his hand and his shoulders. He could almost feel his lips grazing over his own.

He gulps, softly replying to the voice, almost feeling ashamed for trying to communicate with something that probably wasn't even real.

All he wanted was to hear his voice again. And if doing what the voice wanted for him to hearing it more, than he would do it.

"Would... you like it if I did that?" He mumbles softly.

"I would, Namjoon."

At the voice's reply, Namjoon's eyes focus on the burning cigarette.

"Would you... speak to me again if I do?" He asks.

"I will, Joonie. If you listen to me, I will never leave you."

Namjoon bit his lip. He called him Joonie... A smile spread across his lips. He would hear Seokjin's voice again if he did it...

"What would you like to go up in flames tonight, hyung?" He asks.

"You've done it before."

Seokjin's voice growls.

"Make sure it ignites our spark once more."

Seokjin grins when he sees Namjoon look at the almost burned up cigarette. He sees him doubt and hesitate.

"Joonie, the way I burned is not how tonight's fire will ignite. Tonight, the flames that rise will be our love."

Namjoon feels the familiar lips graze his own again, and instinctively he quietly leans forward. He feels slightly more pressure, as if someone really is there.

And... in the small puddle of rainwater... When Namjoon looks down in it...

He can see Seokjin, right there. Their lips pressed together.

He isn't sure if he is hallucinating, but he can feel the vague pressure, as if something really is hugging and kissing him...

Namjoon feels the contact fade, and in the water, he sees Seokjin pull away. "Are you real?" Namjoon asks softly.

"I am. I'm in Heaven now, but I wanted to see you. I wanted to be with you."

Seokjin's voice says.

"I wanted to love you again."

Namjoon sniffles softly, new tears falling down his cheeks.

"Why are you crying, Joonie?"

"I-I just... I burned you in the hope to save something, but I lost everything... My house, my family, my boyfriend, and myself." Namjoon sobs. "And now I find out that you're in Heaven like you always told me you wanted to be, and I always hoped for you to go there. But not like this. Not when your blood rests on my hands with the ashes of my own hope."

"But you can make it up to me."

"How?"

"Ignite our spark."

The sentence is almost dark when Seokjin speaks, and Namjoon can feel shivers down his spine at the tone.

"B-but... you're an angel... They wouldn't want this."

"Namjoon, if you don't do this, I will return to Heaven. I won't be able to see you again because of the deed you did. Do it for me. So that we may share this time, these moments, for a long-lasting time."

Namjoon smiles slightly. "I want to be with you. I know my crime will have me turning up in Hell."

"Than please, do it for me."

Seokjin runs his fingers over Namjoon's spine and feels the younger shiver. He nods and stomps the burned up cigarette on the ground. "A tank station it is." He says.

Seokjin smirks darkly when Namjoon stands up and goes as far as to even grin when he grabs his lighter.

"Ignite... our spark." He mumbles. "But that spark will be much bigger than this."

"Than make it bigger."

Seokjin chuckles darkly and follows Namjoon to wherever he goes, going around the first tank station he finds.

Namjoon waits patiently for the people to leave, the children hopping back in the car when their father accidentally spills some gasoline on the floor.

"It smells!" The little boy whines.

"Yeaah!"

"I know, I know. Daddy's done."

Their father steps into the car, pecking the mother's lips and driving away after paying.

"That could have been us."

Seokjin says.

"A child or two laying between us. Your arms wrapped around me and the child as our bodies feel like one soul."

Namjoon can see it. The thought about it happening only making him regret his crime. His hand tightens around the lighter and a frown forms on his face.

"Imagine, if it were possible, me being pregnant. Your baby, and mine. It isn't yet too late."

Namjoon growls. "I want you to hold me when I do this." He says lowly, almost darkly.

"Of course. Anything for you, Joonie." Seokjin's soothing voice says.

Namjoon feels Seokjin's hands around him, and he begins to think that his boyfriend was a spirit. An angel who just wanted to see him again.

To keep hearing him, he would do anything.

The word Ignite plays in his head over and over, and he grins when he lights the cigarette and takes a puff from it, before dropping it in the gasoline.

"Run." Seokjin growls. "Run. Now."

Namjoon does. He runs for his life when fire rises from the wet flammable substance, and when it hits the tanks, it explodes.

Namjoon feels the impact rather harshly, screaming in pain when his body is thrown against a wall. He bleeds and his clothes are ruined, but he has no burn wounds.

He coughs and looks up at the scenery.

It's... beautiful...

The fiery scenery doesn't just ignite his love with Seokjin even more than it does. It awakens something in him. A desire... A want.

Slowly, the corners of his lips pull up into a smirk, and he starts to chuckle. That chuckle turns into a soft laugh. It's dark and deep.

Seokjin smirks as his hands graze Namjoon's body.

"Thank you. I can feel the love between us rise in me."

"I'll do it for you." Namjoon says lowly. "I'll do anything for you."

Seokjin's smirk grows into a dangerous smile. "Anything?"

"Anything." Namjoon replies.

"I want you to sleep and rest well. Tomorrow we'll have some fun." Seokjin chuckles. "So, much, fun."

Namjoon nods. "Will you sleep with me?"

"I'm sorry, but I have to rest as well, and taking this form takes energy, like becoming sleepy, I feel myself weakening. I must go to regain what I've lost, but I shall be there when you awake."

Namjoon frowns but nods. "Thank you, Seokjin." He says. "Thank you, for showing me that you're still with me."

"Oh, my love." Seokjin smiles. "I'll always be with you."

Seokjin shares one last kiss with Namjoon before he returns to Hell, where he feels his weakness take a hold of him.

He growls and looks around, finding himself in an unknown room, with Yoongi and someone else talking in the same space.

"Do you think it's possible?" Yoongi asks.

"Of course it is. It has been ten thousand years." The other replies.

"This is no time for jokes, Jimin." Yoongi snaps. "There hasn't been someone new in Hell for a fucking long time, this is not a coincidence. This was Satan's job."

"Stop saying Satan. He's just the Lord. Saying Satan makes me feel weird, and I'm born a demon." Jimin growls.

Seokjin raises an eyebrow and sits up, drawing the attention of the two demons.

"What is Satan's job?" He asks.

The two stay quiet until Jimin answers. "The Lord has been gone for a while. We wondered if there would become a new Lord soon."

Seokjin shrugs. "It's a patient wait."

"But we aren't patient."

"Exactly." Seokjin grins. "I want this to be over, quickly. I've brought Namjoon to his first punishable crime, unforced. He is so easily manipulated when he's sad. He blew an entire tank station." He smirks. "The fire was beautiful. I even heard their screams."

Yoongi's eyes light up. "Really? What were they like? High? Low-"

"Children." Seokjin laughs. "Little fucking children!"

Jimin burst into laughter. "You're kidding me?" He chuckles. "He didn't think about that?"

Seokjin shakes his head. "He did as I told him. He blew the place up for our love." He laughs. "I can't fucking wait to see him here."

In the midst of laughter, Seokjin's eyes glow a deep red, his hue changing from his regular brown, to a deep dangerous red, the white of the eyeball slowly turning black.

Just like theirs.

The next morning, when Namjoon wakes up, he feels a body pressed up against him, but when he opens his eyes, no one is there.

He smiles. "Seokjinnie..."

"Joonie."

"I missed you." Namjoon purrs. "I dreamt about you."

"Really? Tell me."

"We had a child, like you said yesterday. A little boy, with a perfect face like yours, my height, your broad shoulders... Perfection."

"What did we name him?"

"Kim Taehyung."

Seokjin can't help but smile. "What a beautiful name. It suits him."

"He'd be almost as beautiful as you." Namjoon says with a sigh, breathing in Seokjin's scent. "I noticed you have no wings. Is that still a thing there?"

Seokjin froze momentarily. Could he... See him? "Why are you asking? Can you see me?"

"Only through reflections, I think. I saw you in a puddle yesterday and in the gasoline. Still as beautiful as I remember." Namjoon replies.

Seokjin smiles slightly. "So you have proof that I'm real. But to others and probably yourself too, you hug nothing."

Namjoon chuckles. "I don't care." He says. Seokjin places a gentle kiss on his lips. "I love you Namjoon, don't forget that all I'm doing this for is to see you. To be with you."

"I remember. I'll do anything so you can stay. Anything, so I can keep holding you."

Seokjin smirks. "Then let's take it a step further, shall we?" He purrs. "What's next, my love?" Namjoon replies, digging his face into the crook of Seokjin's neck. It's vague pressure, but he knows it's him when it gets tougher to push his head further.

"Grab the knife..." Seokjin giggles softly. "Just... stab someone." He growls. Namjoon frowns. "Are you sure?" "Joonie, Angels can only stay with bad people to help them. If you don't do this, I might never see you again."

Namjoon growls and tightens his grip on Seokjin. "I don't want to lose you again." He says lowly. "Not again, never again." His voice is deep and gravelly, demanding for Seokjin to stay.

"Then you have no choice."

"I know."

"Will you do it?"

"I will do anything for you."

Namjoon doesn't want to let go of Seokjin, but even so, he stands up and walks towards the crappy apartment kitchen and grabs the sharpest knife from the block.

He examines it. How would it look with blood on it, he wonders. There is no reason for Namjoon to think that, but he does. And for the first time, he's curious to what it's like to murder someone.

Will it give the kick he always thought murderers felt?

He once again feels Seokjin pressed up against him. "I love you, Namjoon, always have." He whispers.

"I know you do." Namjoon grins. "And I love you too, hyung. So tell me what I have to do. Tell me, and I'll obey you. I hurt you, I have to make things right. I want you to be with me. Forever."

Seokjin grins to himself. Namjoon had clearly stepped over the line of regret with the fire at the tank station. Now, he had reached a stage called Obsession.

Slowly, time passes by. Namjoon listens to Seokjin's every word without a second thought, the knife hiding in the inside pocket of his jacket.

Namjoon was almost ashamed to be saying that with every word, he could feel his fingers itch more and more to grab the knife. Seokjin was making him curious, but he knew doing it right there would be too risky.

"Can I imagine how pretty it'd be? You know I like the color red."

Namjoon nods, careful not to look like an idiot when he talks to nothing, so he whispers back.

"It might become my favorite color too. After last night... I feel the desire to do more. The adrenaline of doing something against the law makes me itch for more of it."

The demon looks up at one of the news TV's you'd see behind a TV shop, the news displayed on all of them.

Namjoon and Seokjin can't help but grin.

"Seems like you're popular."

"I guess so." Namjoon chuckles. "It was beautiful." The news was talking about the fire. The explosion that caused seven deaths and nine badly wounded.

Namjoon smirks to himself when he looks at it. The fire has died down, the entire place burned to ash. He pulls a cigarette from the small package and lights it, reminding himself of how good it felt.

Seokjin can see something glow in him. Something that once shone in purity, and now continuously becomes more corrupt with every word he had said.

Namjoon's soul is slowly becoming more and darker, his mind accepting the joy he feels when others get hurt. When he is the one who hurts them.

His fingers twitch.

"Don't." Seokjin growls. "Tonight. Tonight you'll get to use it."

Namjoon just sighs and nods. "Fine. Then why are we outside when we can sit inside. It's freezing."

"To find the perfect place to hide the body."

"So smart. As always, hyung." Namjoon smirks, taking a look at Seokjin through the reflection of the window. And then he notices something.

"When did your eyes change?"

Seokjin looks up into the window, and quickly looks away when he sees his own eyes. "The first phase of becoming an angel is getting naturally colored eyes so they can be washed with purity." He quickly lies. "I know... They're ugly..." Also a lie. He likes them.

He wonders how Namjoon would look with them. And suddenly... he wants Namjoon to die. He doesn't just want to get him into Hell. He doesn't want to wait for him to grow older and meet him there.

He wants him there now.

"Namjoon, how would you like to see me again? To... always be able to see me? To touch me and kiss me properly?"

Namjoon sighs dreamily. "Is it possible so soon?"

"Heaven and Hell are open to anyone that dies." Seokjin replies. "You can... die, and join me."

Namjoon bites his lip. "I want to see you better. I want to see the way you become an Angel in front of me. Not in reflections when I feel your body like the wind."

"Would you die for me?"

"Of course I would. I want to be with you." Namjoon says softly.

"Would you live for me?"

"I will live for you. Always and every day."

"Will you kill yourself... for me?"

Namjoon hesitates. Would he give his own life just to be with the man of his dreams? To live in the afterlife?

He stays quiet for a bit, before slowly nodding his head. He would. He would give up his own life to be with him again, because it meant the eternal life.

At that answer, Seokjin groans, clutching his stomach when it starts to ache, his back almost feeling like it's pulsing. He doesn't feel... good.

Both physically and mentally.

"Seokjin?" Namjoon asks worriedly once he notices the faint loss of contact in their hands.

"Just a little stomach ache. Nothing to worry about." Seokjin manages to breathe out.

His energy fades rapidly. He feels like throwing up. He mumbles a quick I'm sorry, and leaves the human realm, not bothering to think about a crazed knife-armed Namjoon.

When arriving, he doesn't notice a difference in his pain, his back seems as if it has its own heartbeat, or as if it rips apart.

Seokjin rushes towards the bathroom, ignoring Yoongi's questions.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at him and quickly runs after him, wondering why in all Hell Seokjin returned so early, and in such pain.

His question was quickly answered when he sees Seokjin hanging over the sink, throwing up nothing but some sort of black ink that smells like blood, and from his back the skeleton of his wings were starting to grow.

Yoongi knew the process. It was painful and you had to be careful with spreading your wings for the first few hours. He pulled a muscle when he immediately tried to fly.

He pats Seokjin's back in somewhat of a comforting manner. He's worried, and yet, he's glad. He's happy. Honored even.

But will he tell Seokjin now, or will he wait?

"I'm sorry." Seokjin coughs. "For love of Lucifer, that came so unexpectedly." He mumbles, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.

"I know." Yoongi chuckles. "Your wings will be a painful but quick process. In a few minutes the skeleton will be fully grown and the feathers will come after. Half an hour in total I think."

Seokjin whines. "That's so long." "When you think in pain it is. Get some distraction. Tell me about how it went with Namjoon." Yoongi chuckles.

Seokjin smirks at that. "He said he was willing to kill himself just to see and touch me properly. He's fine with killing someone because I said so."

Yoongi scoffs. "Pathetic." "But it'll pay off." Seokjin says. "Once he's here, I'll be able to see him again too. To see him like what he is supposed to be."

"A demon?"

"And my husband."

Namjoon frowns when he doesn't hear Seokjin anymore. A stomach ache he shouldn't worry about. He worries. He misses him already.

He continues to walk the streets until he notices two men in an ally. He knows exactly what they're doing. He smirks, walking up to them, reaching to the inside of his pocket and fishes the knife from it, hiding it in his sleeve.

Seokjin would have wanted this.

When one of the men looks up at him and raises an eyebrow, Namjoon just grins. It's nowhere near friendly. It's a dark grin that hides the psychopath inside him from breaking.

"What do you want?" One of the men spits, quickly hiding the small package of drugs in his pocket.

Namjoon tilts his head and smiles darkly, the knife slipping from his sleeve into the palm of his hand and he jabs it forward.

The blade pushes through something, red blood painting the shining blade when it penetrates the man's stomach. Namjoon's grin grows wider when the man starts to choke on his own blood, coughing and spitting the thick red liquid on his innocent face, staining it with his crime.

Namjoon slides the knife out of the wound and laughs softly. Adrenaline surges through him. He shakes slightly when he turns to the shocked dealer, who gulps and slowly backs away as if he's trying not to anger the psychopath.

Namjoon scoffs. "I'm not an animal." He growls lowly. "You should run when you have the chance from someone like me." He spits, before grabbing the man's collar and setting the sharp bloodied blade against his throat.

The man begs with his eyes, but Namjoon just smirks and mercilessly slices his throat, enjoying the warm blood that spills from the body.

He did exactly as Seokjin asked him to do. He enjoyed it... Seokjin asked him if he would kill himself for him. Namjoon answered that he would.

He slowly sets the knife at his own throat, gulping once he feels the blood drip down from the blade onto his neck.

"Joonie..."

Namjoon hums and smiles, feeling Seokjin's hand wrap around the blade and pull it away.

"There's something you need to know before you do this. I have not changed my mind, I still want to be with you." Seokjin says. "But I'm not an Angel. I'm not in Heaven like I told you."

Namjoon looks down at the blade, noticing the dark eyes. They still haven't changed.

"I'm a Demon. I've had a choice to go to Heaven or Hell. Originally I wanted to choose Heaven, but then I would never be able to see you again because of what you did to me. So I chose Hell. I wanted to just so I could ask why, but I changed my mind about it. Now, I want you here with me. I wanted to get your soul darker than anything I've ever seen, but I just want you by my side, Demon or Angel."

Namjoon scoffs. "And this was going to change my mind?" He asks. "I don't care where you chose to go. I burned it down because my family was held captive. They'd let them go if I killed you. They call you the chosen one, and I don't know why. I panicked. I regret it. Angel or Demon, I'm coming after you. I want this."

Seokjin smiles slightly. "Than do it. Come and find me." He whispers.

Namjoon grins when he can feel Seokjin's lips once again. "I'll be with you soon enough, Seokjin."

Namjoon feels Seokjin's hand on his own when he sets the blade at his throat again. He smiles and without hesitation, pushes the knife in his skin and slides it through.

He doesn't scream from the pain, he accepts his fate with a smile when he sees Seokjin's eyes smiling at him. He loves the blood-red and deep black color.

He closes his eyes and enjoys the scent of blood, before his body falls and he fades away with a smile.

Seokjin smirks when he lets Namjoon's body fall. He doesn't need it. The real Namjoon will be waiting for him in Hell.

He just laughs shortly before fading back to Hell, where he will soon meet his beloved Namjoon.

Namjoon inhales the scent of his old house.

The girl who sits in the chair sighs. "I've been in this room before. You're such an idiot, but I'm supposed to be neutral so I'll pretend that I'm surprised." She says.

Namjoon scoffs. "Does it matter?" He asks. "You probably know what I'm here for then."

"Of course I know. This is my job." The girl replies. "Though I can't put you on the same level as him."

Namjoon raises an eyebrow. "Level?"

"There are nine levels of Hell." The girl says. "I'm going to have to put you in level seven. That level is for Violence. Blood obsessed souls."

"I'm not obsessed with blood." Namjoon snarls.

"Well, I can't put you any higher." The girl says. "Or any lower because you are not that evil. If you were a full-time murderer you'd be on level eight, and Satan has level nine to himself and whoever he allows."

Namjoon frowns angrily. "I'll fucking rip your spine from your ass if you don't place me with my lover." He growls.

"This is the reason why you're a level seven. I'm sorry but I can't force someone who died innocently down seven layers."

Namjoon growls when she snaps her fingers. "Can I at least communicate with him?"

"It's up to him if he wants to speak to you." The girl replies. "I'll tell him you want to see him."

Namjoon sighs deeply. "What is level seven like?" He asks, feeling his body fade in a tremendous amount of pain.

"It's full of people who have done bad things. Just like you."

Namjoon frowns, groaning in pain when the sight of his new home came in his sight.

A loud growl ripped from his throat when the skeleton of his wings rip from his back, his eyes darkening into a pitch black.

He groans when his wings fold. He feels tired.

The place around him isn't that bad. There are houses, demons, there's a sea of blood, the scent so appealing it seems to turn a button in his mind.

He feels a rush to hurt someone.

Seokjin growls when he hears the news about his lover. The girl stated at him with wide eyes at first, she bowed, quickly telling him what happened and left.

"What's with her?" Seokjin growls. Yoongi clicks his tongue nervously. "I wasn't sure if I should tell you. But, remember when I told about the chosen one?"

Seokjin nods.

"And do you remember when I said that demon is the only one who has horns?"

Seokjin nods again.

"Look in the mirror." Yoongi says.

Seokjin raises an eyebrow, walking to the bathroom. His eyes widen slightly once he sees himself. He's... magnificent.

He grins when he caresses his black horns, the sharp layers almost cutting his fingers. On the skeleton of his wings are two sharp horns just like the ones on his head.

"I... I am the chosen one like Namjoon said. Is that why he had to kill me?" He mumbles. "It might. Those souls could be escapes eight leveled demons." Yoongi replies.

Seokjin raises an eyebrow. "Is being Hell's lord being like a king?" "More of an emperor. You own this entire place. All levels. We're made to obey you, and honestly, I'm honored to have the Lord in my house." Yoongi says.

"So when I tell her to bring Namjoon to me, she will?" Yoongi scoffs. "She won't because she is just someone who splits people in the nine levels of Hell and Heaven. In fact, I believe she once was an Angel, but acted much too rebel-ish, so she became that. She's terrified of the Devil. Any kind."

Seokjin smirks. "And you? Can you bring me my lover?"

"I believe that the Lord's lover automatically becomes the wife or husband. Satan with a husband is terrifying and much more powerful. Definitely when he's all the way in level seven. Once they see those horns on his head, they're going to start shaking like a madman."

"Namjoon gets horns too?"

"I've never seen Satan with a husband before, I just know what I know, and I believe what I believe. I believe that it would only make sense like that."

Seokjin tilts his head. "And what about the ninth level? Who is in that?"

"Practically a private planet for the Lord and all who he allows. I also know that you can switch between the layers. Just like how you teleported to earth, go down the levels like that."

Yoongi smiles at his knowledge when Seokjin praises and thanks him, before he disappears quickly and reappears.

The scent of blood fills his nostrils and immediately the crowd pulls Seokjin's attention.

Namjoon doesn't know what's going on, but once his eyes land on Seokjin, his eyes widen and he smiles, letting the demon jump into his arms and properly hug him.

"Thank myself you're here!" Seokjin says with a sigh. "I missed you."

The crowd of demons is speechless and terrified.

Those... They both...

Two Lords?!

Namjoon quickly presses his lips firmly onto Seokjin's. He missed this. It's only been three days and he missed it.

"Why would you thank yourself? Shouldn't you thank Satan or something?" Namjoon asks.

"My love," Seokjin chuckles. "We are Satan."

"We?"

"I was the soul Satan chose to share, my lover becomes my Lucifer."

"Your son?"

"No, a less version of me, but still acceptable." Seokjin chuckles.

Namjoon scoffs. "You're so mean to me. Will you be like that when I rule beside you?" He pouts.

"I don't know." Seokjin teases. "You'll have to test it out."

[|\THE END/|]