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TIME IS UP.

The subtle, yet strong knocks on my door makes me lift my burdensome head from my desk that I've been sitting upon ever since I returned from the great hall after confronting Jin. I keep quiet, hoping that whoever is on the other side of the door will somehow vanish and let me be in my own company — just me and my broken heart.

But that's not so easy in Heaven.

The creaking of my door makes me wince my eyes shut, the dry stains of tears on my cheeks still warm and burning.

"Chi-chi. . ."

The familiar, yet almost unrecognizable voice makes me turn around in my chair, my eyes meeting a pair of striking blue ones.
The broad-shouldered man that I've been so close with but has now grown a distance to is looking at me with worry buried deep inside his orbs, a crease between his strong brows. His shoulder-long, wavy hair is loose today, the familiar bun nowhere to be seen. His usual glory still surrounds him, and as he stands there — Azrael — he almost looks unreal.

It brings tears to my eyes once more, the feeling of missing the Arch Angel more evident than ever.

"Azrael, what are you doing here?" I chirp, frantically trying to dry away the tears that are spilling down my cheeks.

"Heard that you've been having a rough time lately. I came to check up on my favorite newbie angel." His voice is calming my angsty nerves, the low rumbling of it comforting like a blanket.

He moves closer, his white gown flowing beautifully through my room as he wraps his bulky arms around my smaller frame and gives me a warm embrace. I release the breath I didn't know I was holding until now.

"Where have you been? You've been. . . avoiding me." I keep my face buried in his chest, feeling his chin resting upon my hair. He exhales, a wavering to it, before his warm hands takes ahold of my shoulders making me face his worried blue crystals once more.

"I know. And I shouldn't have done that. It's just this Arch Angel thing. Michael has the rest of us in a leash basically. And when he's not fond of something, we just do as we're told. You see. . . We know everything, Chi-chi." He swallows thickly, looking at me with an expectant glint.

"E—everything?" I question him, my voice low and nervous.

He nods.
"Arch Angels have an extra sense than normal angels does. We can sense when things are happening — good or bad ones. I've been having this specific sense for a long time now; with you in it. I know what's been going on. And I'm afraid if Michael does as well. . ."

There's a silence hanging in the air. I want to scream in fear of Michael, of what he'll do if he finds out about my relationship to Seokjin, about my trip to Earth. But if he does. . . what is he capable of doing?

"What's going to happen Azrael? I'm scared. Please tell me." I grab his hands and he quickly surrounds my smaller ones with his. The gentle touch is comfortable, yet tense.

"Michael is coming to confront the Black Angels about a missing page from their Book of Missions. It's still gone, and from what I know, Jimin and Hoseok are the ones who saw it last. I have my suspects but—"

He stops speaking as I pull out a drawer from my desk, the wooden creak making his ears perk up — his blue eyes widening as he spots the spoken missing page in my shaky hand.

"You mean this one?" I grit my teeth at the mentioning of the revelation upon finding out that Jin betrayed me all this time. All this time he's been playing with me, with my feelings. He's been going too far in this sick game of his. . .

"What the hell Chi-chi! You've stolen it? You need to bring it back right away. Like ASAP."

"I didn't steal it, Azrael. I got it from Park Seojoon. He came to tell me about the Black Angels and how they've been tracking down their missions in their stupid fucking book. And that he found their mission on. . . me."
I sigh out heavily, my heart still aching with pain at the betrayal.

Azrael cups my face in his hands, forcing me to look him in the eye.

"And you trusted him? Oh, he's not to be trusted, Chi-Chi. I have a feeling. . ."

His eyes are roaming across my features, like a wildfire that's gotten out of control — his ice-blue orbs stares at me with what seems to be panic.

"A feeling of what?" My voice is hoarse and hushed down into a whisper. I'm afraid of his answer.

"Something bad is about to happen. Something really bad."

And just as the words leave his glossy lips, a distant roar in the distance makes both of us turn our heads in the direction of my door. The sound is evident as it's bouncing elegantly off of the walls in Heaven, but it's in great contrast to the painfullness that lies underneath the voice.

Brows furrowed, Azrael looks at me once more, putting his pointer to his mouth to tell me to stay quiet. I do as he tells me to, following him slowly out of my room.

The hallways are empty, surprisingly, and it seems as if the other angels are hesitant to leave their rooms due to the distant screaming. It's the kind that makes the hair strands straight up on the back of your neck. It's the loudest scream I've ever heard, filled with panic, hysteria and. . . disbelief?

I grab Azraels hand from behind him, following closely as we're nearing the source of the sound. We're a short distance from the Grand Square, where I had my fighting session with Jungkook and Seokjin.
We walk slowly alongside the walls, nearing the white light from the outside by the end of the hallway. The constant screaming makes me grip onto Azrael's hand tighter.

As we enter out on the great balcony I feel sick to my stomach. A few more steps is all it takes and just as we're supposed to look upon the most extraordinary view in all of Heaven from the great balcony and towards the Grand Square — all I see is a scene taken out straight from a horror movie.

My mouth parts in fright as my eyes land upon Seojoon who's on his knees in the middle of the white marble tiles, a puddle of red blood surrounding him. His screams are continuous, the never-ending painful roar striking through Heaven. His face is pale as snow which is in deep contrast to the pool of deep red around him that's getting bigger and bigger by the minute.

Azrael holds me tight, his own face painted with confusion and fear.

"He took them from me! HE TOOK THEM FROM ME! He took them from me!"

Seojoon screams while letting his head fall back, looking up at the grey clouds above him. It's like the clouds resemble Seojoon and his feelings, the low rumbling from thunder faint in the far distance ready to cast strikes of lightning whenever.

He took them from me. . .
The sickness to my stomach returns as my mind finally registers what it is Seojoon is saying. I only notice it now, the usual grandness of Park Seojoon nowhere to be found.

"Azrael," I breathe out in panic, my breath unsteady. My head is pounding as my eyes land on the back of Seojoon, on the spot where there used to be a wilderness of long, perfectly defined silver white feathers. A set that almost reached the marble tiles whenever he walked, beautifully drooping down his back.
But now. . .

"Someone cut off his wings."

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a / n

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