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Chan kissed every scar on Jeongin’s body, an angel wounded in the battle between heaven and hell. Lucifer was growing more nervous and irritable by the day, sending his servants after God, and of course, He always sent His best angels to fight. Yang had become one of them.
Christopher could no longer bear seeing his boy hurt like that—scars that would never fade, eternal scars not only on Jeongin’s body but also on his heart, which broke every time he saw him injured, blood dripping from his wounds—deep cuts that seemed like they could pierce his soul. Tears streamed down his face as he wished he never had to see his blond angel so sorrowful.
"Innie, why? Why do you always have to go? I can’t stand seeing you like this, it hurts… all of this is my fault, I…" His words were cut off by a sob, his cheeks stained with tears.
"Channie, please, don’t cry. This will never be your fault. I chose to be sentenced in your place," Jeongin said, bringing his hand to the older one’s cheek, caressing it gently.
Chris could always see the shine in Yang’s eyes when he looked at him. They were in love with each other, but in heaven, angels were forbidden from being together. Jeongin found it ridiculous that angels were forbidden from loving one another while those who slept with the concubines of hell were ignored—because they had desires that needed to be satisfied in some way.
A few months ago, an angel had been secretly watching the couple under orders from his superior, who suspected they had a relationship. That’s when everything fell apart. The angel witnessed Jeongin and Chan sharing an intimacy too deep to be ignored. That was the final straw for their superior.
Jeongin took all the blame for the act, claiming he had coerced Christopher into sleeping with him. The silent tears Chris shed only made the others believe the younger one’s words. In reality, Bang wanted to scream at everyone in that room, to kill them all—but all he could do was what he had been doing best these past months: cry like a small child.
"I have to go, my love… they’re calling me again," he said in a low, melancholic voice.
Christopher didn’t say anything this time. He simply pressed his lips against Jeongin’s, sending shivers down his spine—the kind of butterflies in his stomach he loved feeling whenever he was with Yang.
Hours had passed since Jeongin had left to meet with God, and it terrified Christopher because anything could happen to his angel. As the hours stretched on, he decided to go after Yang, gathering all the courage left in his body to find Jeongin and defend him if necessary.
And it was necessary.
The sight before his eyes was unbelievable—this looked more like hell than heaven.
Jeongin was on his knees, his wings being torn from his body, cut by a dagger that was clearly dull, only increasing the suffering of the poor angel.
Chan began crying automatically upon hearing his love’s screams, but this time, it was out of rage—pure, unfiltered anger, an emotion no angel was supposed to feel. But Christopher was consumed by it. He didn’t even realize it, but his wings were beginning to darken, turning black like the wings of Lucifer’s children—known as the fallen angels.
Long ago, there were many fallen angels, Lucifer’s children, but over time, they were wiped out one by one by the angels of heaven. Any new fallen angels were quickly eliminated before they had a chance to rebel against God and join Lucifer.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S MINE!" Chris roared, his voice so powerful it made some angels’ ears ache.
"I thought you had just used him, not that you were so in love you’d become one of Lucifer’s children, Christopher." The words were dripping with mockery, and that only fueled Chan’s fury. He would never let anything happen to his boy, even if it meant going to hell.
As soon as Jeongin felt his body and wings released, he tried to run to Chris. He was limping, barely able to stand, and the angels noticed his attempt to escape—but they were stopped by the powerful gusts of wind created by Bang’s wings, engulfing them in an intense darkness, the result of his transformation.
"What did they do to you, little one?" Chan’s voice trembled with emotion as he carefully cradled Jeongin’s frail body, as if he might shatter at any moment.
"Channie… your wings… they turned black." Jeongin felt no fear or pain in that moment. Despite his wounds, all he could do was admire Chan’s wings. He found them beautiful—they suited the blond so well.
"Christopher?" A deep, powerful voice echoed through the space—it was Lucifer himself, stepping into God’s domain completely alone.
"Lucifer? Why are you here?" Even Lucifer was surprised by the calmness in the young man’s voice—few would welcome his presence right after becoming a fallen angel.
"I’ve come to collect my new son before they kill him here, of course."
"I’m not going without Jeongin!"
"Chan… I can’t go. You know angels aren’t welcome there. It’s okay… you can go," he murmured, resting his head against the older one’s chest, wanting to feel his warmth one last time before they were separated.
"I can’t leave without you, Innie. Why?" And there it was—his soft-hearted, crybaby love, the one who teared up at the gentlest words.
"Can I speak now?" Lucifer cut in, smirking. "I already figured you wouldn’t leave this boy behind no matter what. So, he’s the only angel allowed to go. Understand? I will grant him my protection in the underworld. But you know that means you’ll have to fulfill your duties down there now, right?"
"I do, Lucifer. Thank you for letting Jeongin come with me."
The two lovers smiled at each other, as if nothing could stand in their way now.
And really, nothing could anymore.
Under the protection of the underworld and Lucifer himself, they could finally live their love in peace.
Jeongin received every possible treatment to heal his wings quickly so he could fly with Chris again—just like when they were teenagers. Especially now, he wanted to explore every corner of their new home. It wasn’t red and hot as legends claimed; in fact, it was cold, with colors dominated by shades of blue, green, and mixtures of both. The streetlights glowed in purple neon.
"Innie?" Chan called, opening the door to the room they shared.
"My love!" Jeongin jumped onto the blond, who caught him effortlessly and carried him to the couch.
"How’s my little angel?" Chris asked, stroking the smaller one’s back.
"Sick… very sick," Jeongin pouted dramatically.
"And what does my angel need to feel better?" Chris chuckled, seeing the adorable pout on his lover’s lips.
"Kisses. I need kisses, Chris," Jeongin demanded. Bang found his duality to be the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
"Right away, love."
He pressed his lips against Yang’s in a long, lingering kiss, until the brunette parted his lips, silently asking for entrance, which Chris gladly granted. The kiss was slow, full of emotion and longing for moments like this.
"I love you, Channie."
"I love you too, Innie."
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