?????? ? yeonbin {BOOK 1} ?

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the truth was, the old male could probably win against anyone that wanted to fight or take his throne, but not yeonjun. he, or anyone, wouldn't be able to win over the male, not only because of his ridiculous amount of power, but because he was smart too. unlike his father, the red haired was able to see things as a whole, outside his obsession for power, which was something hyukjun could never do.

"kneeling before an angel." yeonjun licked his lips, hugging soobin from behind and sneaking his hand under his shirt. "in case there is any doubt, you're looking at the future queen." the male gently massaged the younger's nipples, making soobin whine and lean back onto his chest. "my angel will rule hell beside me, the species you most despise sitting on the throne."

hyukjun couldn't speak because of the chains, but words weren't necessary when his eyes expressed pure and absolute hate. he could get tortured, hurt, have his crown taken, but the most humiliating thing would still be the fact that an angel would have the same position as his previous one. in his mind angels had the single purpose of getting used, their pure souls and innocence, getting tricked into committing cruelties without knowing. angels were toys, dolls that should stay pretty and quiet, waiting to get ripped apart. angels were weak and useless to him.

yeonjun though, knew. he knew it all was a lie and the truth was way different, just like he knew there was no one fitted to sit on the throne beside his other than soobin.

"shit, dan. stop touching me like that before i ask you to fuck me in front of your father." the angel moaned softly when feeling his nipples getting pinched again, using his hand to pull yeonjun's ones away. "that would turn me on a lot, but killing him sounds way better."

the red haired chuckled, kissing the taller's cheek before walking to his father. he smirked, before lightning his hand on fire and tracing it on the king's face, as if he was just feeling the texture of a fluffy blanket. hyukjun screams got muffled by the chain, and yeonjun started to hum a song, standing beside the older and watching his skin get melted.

soobin licked his lips, he had to admit, the sight was so satisfying he almost felt like touching himself while watching yeonjun torture his father. it wasn't his fault, the demon's eyes were so crimson it almost felt alarming, and incredibly intense. that and the way he tortured the king as if playing with a doll, as if hyukjun was absolute nothing compared to him, as if yeonjun was a god playing of making humans suffer.

the angel always seemed to come back to viewing his boyfriend as a god. maybe he was too imaginative, maybe too heretic, maybe even too deceived, but yeonjun put his atheist thoughts away every time. the red haired was his belief and divinity, it was for him soobin wanted to prey and beg for forgiveness, it was him he wanted to adore and give his soul and body to.

yeonjun was more important than the whole world to him, as if without the demon, there would be nothing left.

no hell, no elyhea, no reason to live for.

soobin was the most believing among heretics, and the most misbelieving among the faithful.

"come here, darling." the red haired called, pulling the knife out of hyukjun's shoulder and dirtying his hands in blood. it was pretty, mesmerizing even, and soobin wanted more, way more. he wanted yeonjun to have his soul, because only his body didn't feel enough anymore.

his god wasn't satan, but it felt to be worst. yeonjun wouldn't turn him into a sinner and leave him to die, he would paint him in blood, he would turn every atom on his body into transgressions and love him for it. he would make soobin like it and beg for it, he would turn his soul red and body numb. he would show how heaven was nothing like the paradise, because heaven wouldn't make him burn, wouldn't make him bleed and wouldn't make him enjoy every second of it.