The Scent of Your Blood

Chapter 68

Satan tapped his claws on his throne, his elbow rested on the armrest and his cheek resting against his fist.

"You two," he called out to two guards standing on opposite sides of each other and they approached the King. "Bring me my son," he said and they bowed before leaving. The doors opened then closed once they were out of the room and they walked down to the basement.

Seungcheol was leaning against the brick wall, arms crossed over his chest while he watched Seonghwa and Hongjoong talk. When he heard the doors open, he pushed himself away from the wall and watched as two guards entered.

"What can I do for you two?"

"The King has ordered us to bring the Prince to him," one said. Hongjoong's head snapped over to them and he looked worried. Seonghwa's cell door was unlocked and his hands were released but were quickly locked behind his back with thick shackles.

"Don't pull anything sneaky or we'll hurt your precious human."

Seonghwa's eyes turned black and inky dark veins appeared under them. "Touch him and I'll put you through a century of excruciating pain," his voice lowered on the last word. He was punched harshly in the stomach and Hongjoong gasped.

"Don't hurt him!"

"Baby, I'll be okay," The Prince smiled at him and was pulled out of the cell, disappearing out of the basement.

Seonghwa was pushed to his knees and he glared at his father. "What do you want?" His voice was low.

"That's not how you talk to me."

"I don't give a fuck how I talk to you. You don't deserve to be respected."

A demon kicked him in the back and he growled low in his throat. His tail came out and wrapped around the demon's throat. "Touch me again and I'll rip you in half." He tossed the demon across the floor, his body connecting with a pillar.

"Chain him to the floor."

Two demons approached the Prince and lifted a part of the floor. They grabbed a thick chain and pulled it out to attach to Seonghwa's cuffs. He tugged on them and glared at his father who grinned.

"Bring me the mortal."

Seonghwa's eyes widened. "No! Don't you fucking touch him!" He pulled at the shackles. He watched as the same demons that brought him to the throne room walked out to retrieve Hongjoong.

As the demons dragged Hongjoong down the hallway, they passed an angel who watched in shock.

"Hongjoong?"

"Yeonjun! Help me!" The angel took a step forward but a guard held his spear in front of his chest.

"Do not interfere."

Yeonjun watched sadly as his best friend was pulled away, tears welling up in his eyes. Seungcheol came up to stand beside the angel and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry. I'll try to make sure nothing serious happens to him or Seonghwa, but I can't promise that it might end well."

Yeonjun turned his head to look at the demon. "Please, if I do something, Satan won't hesitate to kill me."

"I know and I'm sorry, but I don't think I can do much to help."

The large doors to the throne room were opened and Hongjoong was thrown onto the floor in front of the King, his back connecting hard against the marble floor. Seonghwa pulled at the cuffs around his wrists and his eyes turned black.

"You don't have to be so fucking harsh with him!"

"He's fine, humans heal," Satan grinned and approached the mortal. He gripped Hongjoong's hair, pulling him up and the mortal winced at the pain in his scalp. "Seonghwa doesn't need you. So why don't I dispose of you?" He put the tip of his clawed finger under his chin.