WARNING: There may be scenes in this chapter that will make you feel uncomfortable. Please read with caution.

MARK WOKE UP FROM his deep sleep. The moment he opened his eyes, he realized that he was already tied on the chair that he was in earlier, which means that the illusion was finally over. He scanned his body. He had no bruises or wounds. It may have all been an illusion, but Mark's body ached.

     He looked around the dark empty room as beads of sweat poured down on his cheeks. His heart was beating fast and he started to panic. He still didn't know where this place was, or how many hours (or worse, days) he's been here. 

     No one was inside the said room, but a few minutes after, the door opened, revealing Jackson holding a red box. The moment Jackson closed the door behind him, Mark started to feel nervous and scared again. He couldn't even say a word.

     "Looks like my angel's awake," Jackson stated, placing the box on top of the table. Mark could hear the box being opened, but because of Jackson's huge frame, Mark couldn't see what was inside, but he knew that this involved him getting hurt again.

     Jackson was still arranging the items inside the box as he said, "Don't worry, we'll be releasing you soon. And we won't physically hurt you. It's against the rules."

     "The rules?" Mark confusingly asked himself.

     Jackson turned around and saw Mark's expression so he repeated, "Yes, the rules. Haven't you realized it yet? The reason why I'm the one torturing you is because I have the ability to traumatically hurt you while I'm not even touching you. You remember the torture yesterday? I wasn't even moving at that time. I was just silently staring at you while I sat down at that chair," Jackson explained as he pointed to the chair sitting right across Mark, "But I guess they're wrong about me not touching you. Who cares about the rules right?"

     Jackson turned around and continued arranging the items inside the box. Mark was still confused about what Jackson said. What about those rules? Why can't Jackson touch Mark? Or rather, why can't a demon touch an angel? Is this part of their plan? To keep him alive?!

     "May I come in?" Someone asked from the other side of the door.

     "Sure," Jackson replied. The door swung open and revealed Taeil holding a tray of food.

     "Here's your breakfast!" Taeil stated with a wide smile as he approached Mark. Mark's body froze upon hearing what the demon said. They're already serving him breakfast, which only means he's been here for hours. If not, an entire day.

     Taeil placed the tray of food on top of the chair Jackson sat on during the illusion casting. He went to Mark to remove the chains off of his hand, but Jackson pulled Taeil's arm to stop him.

     "What? How the fuck is he gonna eat then? The spoon's not gonna float by itself you know," said Taeil, so Jackson walked to the tray of food and grabbed the bowl of cereal and spoon, "I'll feed him," he answered, making Taeil stop whining. He didn't say anything else but sighed and just left the room in silence.

     Jackson went in front of Mark and kneeled on one knee. He looked at Mark's eyes, but Mark turned away from him. Mark bit his lower lip, trying his best not to let the tears fall from his eyes.

     The room was silent until, "Sorry," Mark heard Jackson whisper to him. He slowly looked back at Jackson who surprisingly had a tired face. Jackson looked directly at Mark's eyes and told him, "I'm sorry if we had to use you, but I hope you know that this is what's best for all of us."

     "Sorry?!" That was the word that Mark wanted to shout, but he couldn't do it. The thought of what happened last night just scared him.

     "Now think about this as payment for what Junhyung has done to our brother. Just be a good boy and pay the payment properly," Jackson stated, and the tired expression on his face slowly faded and turned into a grin.

     "You understand right?" Jackson asked him, making Mark grip on his fist in anger.

     "T-that's right...it's all your fault Yong Junhyung! It's all your fault! I'm fucking going to kill you! I swear to god that I will!"

     While Mark was occupied with his thoughts, Jackson took the spoonful of cereal and positioned it in front of Mark's mouth. But Mark turned his head away once more.

    "Eat up or you'll starve to death," Jackson warned him, but still, no response. 

     Jackson sighed and placed the bowl down. He looked at Mark and brushed his hair back with his fingers before saying, "Don't make this difficult for me. Eat up..." He paused and moved closer to Mark until his face was only inches away from his, "Or this cereal isn't the only thing that's going inside that mouth of yours."

     The hair on Mark's skin stood up. Jackson tried again and lifted the spoon close to Mark's mouth. This time, Mark opened his mouth with no complaints and started eating.

     "This guy was torturing me yesterday, and now he's feeding me. Is he as fucked up as Junhyung?" Mark thought to himself while he continued eating.

     Eventually, Mark finished eating his breakfast. Jackson stood up and looks at Mark who was watching him. He drank the remaining milk on the bowl and slowly licked his lips, making Mark look away from him.

     "You know you should be thankful that I was assigned to you. If not, Jiyong would have been the one torturing you right now, and believe me, he's not the one you want," Jackson revealed, shocking Mark. He imagined a scenario where Jiyong was the one torturing him. Just the thought of it sent him chills.

     "Should I be grateful that you're the one torturing me then?" Mark said. The moment he said those words, his eyes widened from shock. He didn't know he ended up saying that out loud.

     Jackson chuckled as he went closer to Mark, "Yes, you should be. Because I don't only give fake pain..." 

     Jackson went back to the red box from earlier. He took out black leather gloves and wore them. When Jackson shifted a little to the right, Mark's heart completely dropped when he saw a small tube and some kind of round device that he wasn't familiar with.

     "I give real pleasure too," Jackson finished with a smirk on his face.

     "What are you going to do to me?!" Mark finally shouted at him.

     Jackson didn't answer. Instead, he took the tray of food from the chair and placed it on the table. Then he turned the chair around and sat down on it so he could face Mark while his arms rested on the top rail of the chair.

     "Sweet talks over. I'm giving you only one chance. Answer my question and I won't hurt you. If not...well, you know what happens next," Jackson told him, making Mark gulp.

    "What did you mean by finishing what they've started?" Jackson finally asked. Mark opened his mouth and immediately closed it after. He kept his mouth shut, and Jackson knew that he wanted to answer the question, but Mark was still too scared of his fathers more than him.

    "Answer me or face the consequences Mark," Jackson warned him once again, but Mark still didn't answer. His eyes were teary and full of fear, but Jackson ignored it all.

     "Who started what? What will you gain? Answer me!" Jackson now shouted at him.

     Mark flinched, but he kept his ground. There was no way he'd betray his Fathers.

     But Jackson started looking impatient, "I'm counting to three Mark. If you're still planning on keeping quiet then I have no choice but to continue with my plan. One..." Jackson started.

     Mark was having cold sweats as Jackson's words echoed inside his head. Getting tortured by Jackson or getting killed by his Fathers?

     "Two..."

     Mark now had to think of something, fast. Any wrong move wouldn't only ruin the Arcs' plan, but it will also have bad outcomes on the Archangels and God the Father Himself. So Mark had no other choice. He closed his eyes tightly and forced himself not to cry. Mark was now ready to face the things Jackson had planned for him.

     "Three." Jackson finished.

     Everything fell silent.

     Mark started feeling hot, and sweat started to come out of his body. He quickly opened his eyes and saw that he was in HELL once again.

     "An illusion?" Mark asked himself while scanning the place. Nothing was there but flames and a chair that's placed right in front of him.

     "J-Jackson," Mark called out. He staring at the empty chair in front of him. Even though nothing was there, he knew that Jackson was sitting there,  staring right back at him. 

     Mark gulped and continued, "P-please...let me out of this place. Please."

     Laughter from dozens of unknown voices were suddenly heard everywhere. And as the laughter continued, Mark closed his eyes and started thinking. He's been terrified for too long that he has forgotten how to think rationally. But thinking was the last thing Jackson and the others wanted him to do. That's why they kept on torturing him.

     "I'm not in hell. I'm in a dark and small room with a demon. This isn't real. This is a trick, an illusion, this is some kind of po..." Then Mark stopped mid-sentence. He finally remembered something so important that he could have used it from the very beginning.

     "Power! I have powers!" Mark shouted from the sudden realization.

     The moment he said those words, someone snapped their fingers in a distance. But the moment the illusion was over, Mark saw nothing but darkness. His eyes were now completely covered with a cloth.

     "AHH! You son of a bitch!!" Mark shouted furiously.

     Mark suddenly felt someone touch his chin, then the stranger pulled it upward. But Mark turned his head away so the man could let go of him, "Please! Let me go!"

     Mark was now on a rampage. He was aggressively trying to escape from the chains that were tied on his wrist. Because of that, his wrist started to bleed. He was trying to pull the chair but it didn't budge either.

     "Mark you fucking idiot!! You had that chance but why didn't you even grab that fucking opportunity!"

     This was exactly what the Demon's planned. 

     Make Junhyung go insane, kidnap Mark, then scare him until his mind goes blank to the point where he would completely forget that he has the capability to escape, and when he realizes it, it would be too late, and it is Mark's turn to go insane.

     "Can't paralyze me, hmm Mark?" Jackson asked with a smirk.

     "Jackson! I'll fucking get out of here, and when I do..." Mark stopped when he felt someone wipe the tears off his face. Then Jackson leaned a little closer at Mark's ear and whispered, "Don't worry my little angel, you'll be out soon. That...I'm sure of."

     Jackson went back to his chair and continued, "And when you get out, we're not the ones you're going to be mad at."

     "That's impossible, who else would I-"

     "Think about it, Mark. Who started this anyway? If it weren't for that person, you wouldn't even be here, right?"

     Mark was starting to get confused again.

     Jackson stood up from his seat without saying a word. Seconds later, Mark felt the zipper of his pants slowly being pulled down, making the hair on his skin stand.

     "W-what are you-"

     "Sshh, this won't take too long. After this you'll be free," Jackson said, and then a chuckle followed. Before Mark could even react, Jackson covered his mouth with duct tape. Mark wanted to struggle, or at least fight a little, but deep down he knew it would be useless. He couldn't see, he couldn't talk, and he couldn't even move an inch. He was good as DEAD.

     While Jackson was preparing the items to be used for Mark's so-called "Pleasure", Mark suddenly started crying. He didn't deserve this. How can someone be so cruel?

     "You ready?" Jackson asked with a low voice.

     Mark felt Jackson tug his pants and underwear off. He shivered when his cock felt the cold breeze of the room. His tears flowed faster. He bit his lips harshly as he felt a ring being attached on his lower part. As soon as the ring was attached to him, Jackson quickly puts the small round tube inside Mark's slit to block Mark's future release.

    The sudden stretch made him whimper.

    "This ring tightens every hour, so by next day your cock's going to explode," Jackson explained.

     "N-Next day?" Mark mumbled as tears continued to flow.

     "Yes, next day. You'll be out of here by tomorrow, so by then..." Jackson went closer to Mark. He patted his head and continued, "May the king of hell be with you and your spirit...Mark Yi-En." Then he smirked and moved away. He was about to take his leave, but then he suddenly heard Mark moan.

     "Hmm..." Mark repeated.

     Jackson slowly walked back to where Mark was. He grabbed the chair in front of Mark and sat down across him. Jackson wanted to hit himself on the head with a bat as well because he was suddenly getting hard on the sight of Mark feeling good. 

     He kept his eyes on Mark. His desire grew to the point where he wanted to touch himself and masturbate in front of the blindfolded angel. After a while, Jackson realized that he had been staring at Mark for too long now because he saw that Mark's cock was already oozing with precum.

     Jackson looked at his watch and said, "2 hours." Yes, Jackson has been staring at Mark being pleasured by the mechanical ring for two fucking hours.

     "I need to go," he whispered to himself.

     Jackson stood up and attempted to leave once more when Mark mumbled something out.

     "What did you say?" Jackson asked, looking back at Mark.

     Mark was too weak to say anything else. He wasn't even moving anymore. So Jackson went to where he was and slowly took the tape off Mark's mouth. Mark was sweaty and tired as he said, "P-Please...e-enough...I can't..."

     Jackson looked at Mark's throbbing cock and gulped loudly. Why does the sight of Mark make him so hard?

     "Please..." Mark repeated.

     "Looks like 2 hours is your only record," Jackson told him.

     Jackson quickly took the mechanical ring off so he could finally leave and never see Mark's thing again. But the moment Jackson took the circular tube that's stopping Mark from releasing, his cum shoots out and accidentally hits Jackson's face.

     "Uh! Fuck!" Jackson shouted in irritation. But instead of feeling disgusted, it only made Jackson even harder. He brushed the thought away and took the towel hanging on the side so he could wipe his face with it.

     "This is what you get Wang Jackson for torturing someone with these kinds of tactics," Jackson said to himself. He was about to leave the room for the third time, but he stopped again the moment Mark opened his mouth.

     "D-don't go." Mark weakly stated.

     "What the fuck are you saying now?"

     "P-please...I can't..."

     Jackson was confused. But when he looked down at Mark's member, he saw that it was still erect. The sight of it made Jackson smirk.

     "Still not enough...huh slut?!" Jackson asked him. He went to Mark and pulled his hair. Then he went closer to his ears and whispered, "You don't want this big thing to enter your tiny hole little angel." He pushed Mark's head away from him and moved away. One more of this or Jackson's going to end up doing something he never thought of doing.

     "Please..." Mark continued to beg him.

     Jackson finally snapped.

     "I had enough of your bullshit," Jackson whispered. He was about to unzip his own pants when someone suddenly barged inside the room, stopping him.

     "Jackson!" he shouted.

     Jackson turned around and saw the third son, Kim Jun-Myeon of Greed, also known as Suho.

    "What do you think you're-" Suho stopped himself when he saw Jackson's bulge underneath his tight pants.

    "I knew it this was going to happen sooner or later. You might be the second most powerful son, but you're still a man full of frustrations," Suho teased, only making Jackson look at him annoyingly.

    "Do you want me to kill you?" Jackson asked him, so Suho seriously looked back at his brother and said, "Jackson, don't make the same mistake as Hyunseung did, understand?"

     Jackson glared at him and replied, "Did you come here just to say that?"

    "Not really. I just wanted to tell you that your duty here is over. Let my boys do the "other" torturing. And don't worry, if Mark feels pain, humans touching an angel isn't counted on the rules," Suho explained.

     Jackson looked at the weak Mark and gave his attention back to Suho. Then Suho patted Jackson's back and continued, "We're sorry for all the trouble we've caused you. I know that you're a busy man."

    "Just tell Sunggyu that I'm never going to do this again," Jackson stated as he gritted his teeth.

    "Oh wow, a big guy like you doesn't need a weak heart," Suho continued to tease, so Jackson pushed him away from him and said, "Fuck off..."

     Suho laughed and grabbed Jackson's arm, pulling him close so he could whisper, "If he wasn't the son of Raguel then I could have used my knowledge absorption on him. But too bad. The moment we physically hurt him, his father will sense it. Why does Raguel have to be the fucking Archangel of Justice and Harmony?" 

     Jackson didn't say anything, so Suho moved away and said his final words, "Well I better go. Fix your things because my boys will arrive at any minute."

    Without waiting for Jackson's reply, the prince of greed left the room.

    Jackson looked back at Mark and realized Suho was right.

    The reason why the Demons used Jackson is because he had the power to mentally hurt Mark, not physically. Mark's father was a soldier of Justice, the moment someone (Specifically a demon) hurts his son's body, he'll be going down the heavens to save him. And those were the rules Jackson was talking about earlier. The reason why they can't touch Mark was because of this. The only physical thing that they can do was the sexual torture, because Mark wasn't really in Pain, rather, he was feeling, Pleasure

     "I truly am sorry. It's just something that I had to do." Jackson thought to himself as he stared down at Mark. This time, he wasn't smirking. He looked at Mark with pain and pity. Jackson was one of the demons who didn't agree with the plan, but he had no choice since everyone else agreed. After all, these angels are out there to kill them. It's a fact that Jackson and the rest of the demons had to consider.

     Jackson took a deep breath and made Mark wear his underwear and pants back.

     "You're not evil...aren't you?" Mark suddenly asked, surprising Jackson.

     "That's not for me to decide anymore angel," Jackson thought to himself.

     "I'll leave you something as a souvenir then," Jackson answered instead as he leaned closer at Mark so he could kiss his neck, leaving a visible hickey. The action made Mark flinch.

    When Jackson turned his back away from him, Suho's men arrived and approached him.

     "Hey, Jackson Wang right? If you don't remember, I'm Steve and we're from Suho's so-called "business". So, what are we going to-" Jackson suddenly pulled Steve's collar towards him and said, "JUST watch over him. Don't lay a finger on this guy, you hear me?"

     Steve was shocked at Jackson's sudden request, "B-But Suho said that..."

     "Listen to what I say or I'll fucking cut your dicks off," Jackson warned, his dark aura slowly showing that Steve and the rest of the guys couldn't help but be frightened by him.

    "Yes sir!" Everyone answered in unison. Jackson lets go of Steve and leaves the room with the image of Mark still inside his head.

*****

The next day, Mark woke up on top of a long table. He rubbed his eyes to adjust to the brightness of the room. He sat up and realized that he was at HAU's library. He didn't know why he was there, but then he remembered the torture that he experienced for the past two days. 

     While he was trapped inside the dark and empty room for two days, he thought to himself that he was bound to tell everyone about what the Demons did to him. But the only problem was, there was no evidence. How could he tell his brothers that he was stabbed when he didn't even have any bruise on his body? Even the marks of the chains on his wrist was magically gone. And to top it all off, he didn't know where he was brought to. 

    The Demons did a pretty good job of hiding all the evidence.

     Mark then felt something hot on his neck, making him remember the time Jackson left him a hickey. That was the only evidence he had with the Demons, and it was the only evidence that he was unwilling to share.

     Mark forced himself to stand up. He went down from the table and went out of library. He looked at the clock and saw that it was still too early for students to swarm the campus, but it was the exact time where the Arcs would arrive at school. So Mark weakly went down the stairs and headed straight to the lobby.

     The Arcs arrived just like how Mark predicted. Their eyes widened, and their bodies stiffened when they saw their brother who had been missing for two days.

    "M-Mark?!" Woohyun shouted. He dropped his bag and ran to where Mark was. Without saying anything, he grabbed him for a hug. When he pulled away, he held Mark's shoulder and said, "Mark, are you okay? Are you hurt? Where were you?!"

     "We were looking everywhere for you!" Sungjae shouted as all of them went to where Mark was.

     Mark didn't say anything, which the Arcs found strange.

     Lay, as the healer, approached their brother and examined his body. He scratched the back of his head when he found out that he was perfectly fine.

     "You're okay?" Lay asked instead of stating.

     "If you're fine then where have you been? Don't tell me you were planning to run off?" Seunghyun stated. He wasn't angry at all because he was overflowing with joy. He was happy to see his brother safe and unharmed, but he was actually expecting to see Mark naked somewhere on the streets, all beaten up.

     "Stop acting stupid. Can't you see? The Demons did this," a voice suddenly said.

     The Arcs turned around and saw their leader, Junhyung, approaching them. Seunghyun wanted to scold him, but when Mark saw him, he snapped. The moment his eyes saw Junhyung, tears started flowing out of it. 

     Mark pushed Woohyun away from him and embraced himself. His body felt hot, and the memory of what happened to him started flashing inside his head.

     "Ahh!" Mark suddenly shouted. He forced his eyes shut, hoping the memories would stop. 

     The Arcs looked at him with shock and confusion. Sungjae wanted to approach him, but Mark pushed him away and continued screaming.

     "M-Mark...are you okay?" Jihoon asked with a worried expression.

     "Lay, what's happening to him?" Seunghyun asked, but Lay didn't know either. Why was Mark suddenly screaming like that.

     "Mark, calm down!" Woohyun tried to say this time, but Mark didn't listen and just continued shouting.

     The members of Arcs didn't know what to do, so Junhyung went to where Mark was and held his shoulder gently to calm him down. But Mark quickly pushed him away. They were all shocked because Mark didn't just "push" Junhyung away, he struck him with lightning.

    The impact made Junhyung fall to the ground. Thankfully he wasn't really affected by the lightning since he's an angel himself.

     While Lay helped Junhyung up, Mark suddenly pushed Lay away from their leader. He then went on top of Junhyung and grabbed him by the collar, "This is all your fault! If it weren't for you then this wouldn't have happened to me! You die in hell with those other fucking demons! Die in hell! You don't deserve to be an angel!"

     The Arcs looked back at Mark with shock. Woohyun even covered his mouth because he couldn't believe what he was seeing. This was his closest brother, but it seems like he was looking at a complete stranger.

     "Die!" Mark continued to shout, so Sungjae immediately went to them and said, "That's enough!" He held Mark's forehead, quickly making Mark fall asleep.

     When Mark fell on top of Junhyung, the Arcs became quiet.

     "Thank you Sungjae," Seunghyun stated, grabbing Mark off of their leader.

     Junhyung stood up from the floor. The Arcs looked at him with a concerned expression, but deep inside, they were mad like Mark too.

     "And when you get out, we're not the one's you're going to get mad at."

     The Demons' plan worked again. They successfully made Mark go insane and furious on the sight of his own brother, Yong Junhyung.

     "Lay and Sungjae, bring Mark to the clinic," Seunghyun instructed.

     The two didn't answer but took Mark from Seunghyun's hold. 

     Once they were gone, Woohyun looked at Junhyung angrily and said, "Look what's gotten into him. For two days he went missing. We've been telling ourselves that he's good as dead because the Demons got him. But then the next day we find out that he doesn't even have a scratch on his body, and he fucking wants to kill you. Now, whose fault is it?"

     "I didn't know this was going to end up like this!" Junhyung shouted as an answer.

     "You fucking didn't know?! That's what you always say!" Woohyun shouted back.

     "Then what the fuck am I supposed to say?!" Junhyung asked next, and Woohyun clenched his fist, trying his best not to punch their leader.

     Woohyun was the most affected by Mark's situation. He couldn't even sleep for the past few days. He and Mark were the closest. They were practically best of friends.

     "Just face it, leader. Your plans will always be a disaster, and it will only take a miracle for us to be ahead of those demons," Woohyun said with a voice that insulted Junhyung completely.

     "Woohyun, that's enough," Seunghyun warned.

     Woohyun didn't say anything anymore. He glared at Junhyung for the last time and followed Lay and the others to the clinic, leaving Junhyung, Seunghyun, and Jihoon alone in the middle of the lobby.

     "Junhyung, are you okay?" Seunghyun asked the moment Woohyun left the scene.

     Junhyung slowly looked at Seunghyun and told him, "What else am I doing wrong? Tell me."

     The Arcs looked at each other and looked back at Junhyung with pity. But before Seunghyun could even answer Junhyung's question, Jihoon suddenly held Seunghyun's shoulder and said, "I know we already have a lot of problems in our hands but you gotta see this."

     Jihoon pointed at the entrance near the lobby, shocking the angels from what they saw.

     "Demons..."

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