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

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soobin was sure he could never bleed satan, but he knew he bled yeonjun. the demon was everywhere, touching, loving and deceiving him, turning him red.

the angel placed his hand on the older's one, that was stretched out and waiting for him to come closer, and yeonjun put the fire out. he grabbed his father's hair with his free hand and forced his head back, so the king would look up to him, half of his face being almost raw, skin melted like if it was a simple candle. the red haired gave soobin the knife, a smirk on his lips.

"go ahead, darling." the younger bit his lip in anticipation, the only person he ever hurt was victor, and it was unintentional, but he liked the adrenaline flowing through his veins now. it wasn't like he was some sort of psychopath, he wouldn't kill just for the sport, but he knew the man in front of him deserved every second of it.

soobin raised his hand, gently pressing the knife on the king's throat, as if testing how it felt, maybe even playing with the other's head. he almost went for it, but the shiny object thrown on the floor caught his attention. the crown. suddenly, the angel knew there was one thing missing for it all to be perfect.

"danny." the said make hummed, turning to him lazily as if there was nothing much happening. "let's do it in the throne room."

yeonjun laughed in disbelief, throwing his head back and staring at the taller in amusement. it was almost impossible to have a greater idea than making hyukjun die while staring at his precious throne.

"everything my queen wants." the demon smirked, he didn't even care about his father that much anymore, just wanting to fuck soobin at once. it seemed like every second, the angel got more and more perfect.

yeonjun used his powers to wrap a chain around the king's neck, similar to a leash, and started to drag him by it, watching soobin walking excitedly in front of him. it was a long way to the first floor and desired room, but it wasn't anything like a bother to them. the red haired dragged the king while the angel carried the knife and crown.

it was borderline psychotic.

soobin opened the big doors, waiting as his boyfriend threw hyukjun in the middle of the room. yeonjun locked the male up again, enjoying the sounds of protest or pain coming from him. the demon smirked, before moving his hand slightly and making the chains wrap up the king's legs, then his grin grew and he tightened the metal's hold. more and more and more.

the chains started to scratch hyukjun's legs, getting more tight each second and soon, making the sound of bones crushing audible. soobin licked his lips, way too immersed on how yeonjun did all that while barely moving a muscle, before kneeling behind the king.

the red haired looked at his eyes and the taller stared back, it was enough for the older to understand what he would do and hell, yeonjun was almost craving for the sight. soobin smiled, averting his eyes to the knife on his hands and analyzing it boredly.

"there's some things, hyukjun, that you shouldn't do. just like there are some people, you shouldn't mess with." the black haired ran his hand through the male's black wings, which the feathers were sharp like yeonjun's, but not even close to be as pleasurable of touching. "you should've killed me." soobin whispered on hyukjun's ear, before sliding the blade on the part that connected his wings to his back, just like the king had did with him.

yeonjun bit his lip, content. it was something that wouldn't be possible if his father wasn't too hurt, since he would have energy enough to turn his feathers into crystal, but being as hurt as he was, there wasn't much to do. and so, hyukjun had to take every slide of the knife and every inch of flesh disconnecting from his back.

"don't pass out, father. i still need you to see me with the crown." the taller crouched down, grabbing the king's face between his fingers, not caring about touching the mass that previously was skin, and tilting his head. yeonjun waved his hand in front of the older's face, the crown hanging on his fingers. "this piece of metal, that represented the kim royalty for centuries. you killed for this, manipulated people for this and are going to die for this. don't worry though, you will always be the last one to use the crown."

then yeonjun broke it. he broke the crown into two in front of his father's face, using fire to heat the metal so it would part easily. soobin stopped his moves for a second, to make sure hyukjun was fully focused on his son instead of the pain. it was pathetic how he looked, as if he was never a king, or royalty, at all.

"i can't use something that was owned by weak kings. this crown, father, dies with you, just like the kim name and family." yeonjun threw the two pieces of metal on the floor in front of his father, getting up after. "it was so easily destroyed, to be honest. funny how it suits the king who was using it."

the red haired didn't wait, he was done with the show, with seeing his father pass out from pain just to wake up after. it got boring. and so, yeonjun used his powers to turn the metal crown into liquid, only to solidify it again after, but this time as a blade. a shiny and dark silver blade, with which he slit the king's throat.

hyukjun fell limply on the floor, his lifeless eyes locked on the two thrones, as if cursing him to see the most important thing to him before dying, and knowing it wasn't his anymore.

hell had just lost it's king.

but with a certainty of already having another.

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