Hell Born

*San's Playground*

A powerful aura had started to fill the city leaving nothing but fear, dread and anxiety in the citizens of Seoul. For the past few days, it had slowly been building up. Now, it had reached its peak.

The sky faded from its usual crystal blue into a frightening shade of red, fog was replaced with red mist that could cloud one's thoughts and vision within seconds and church bells cried in alarm, warning that the end was near.

For the Blood Moon had arrived.

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Yunho knew this was coming. He could feel the dark energy penetrate the air as the powers of Hell began to seep onto Earth's surface. Hongjoong, Seonghwa, San and Jongho had started to become antsy and Yunho made sure to warn Yeosang to be ready for anything. "The Blood Moon is arriving," he told him. "A rare occurrence where, for twenty-four hours, a part of Hell comes to Earth and amplifies the powers of those from its original domain to an incredible degree. All rules, laws and reason are lost on them."

The angel glanced towards Jongho, who was getting help with his homework from Mingi. "Best we prepare for the unexpected."

The unexpected was exactly what they got.

On the day of the Blood Moon, both Yeosang and Yunho had seemingly lost all mobility. Under the harsh red rays of the moon, they were laced with agony and dreariness. Feelings that were sure to be worse over the coming days. Regardless of their lack of mobility, the two of them managed to trudge into the living room where their eyes widened at the state of the outside world.

Chunks of pavement levitating in the air, entire houses flipped upside down, dead trees and vegetation, fire, rain, snow, hail - nothing was in balance. "Pure chaos," Yeosang marvelled.

"Yunho!" The duo heard Mingi shout. He ran to Yunho's side with a frantic and frightened expression on his pale face. "Yunho! Jongho won't wake up! Why is the sky red? What's going on?"

"Oh, that? I knocked Jongho out." Yeosang stated bluntly. "Jeez, you ask so many questions." Mingi's eye twitched.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?"

"Mingi, you have to breathe," Yunho told him. "Watch over Jongho, the two of us will handle everything else." He glanced over at Yeosang who had gleefully opened the door with his newly reformed wings out, ready to go. Their faces had changed as well. Tiny, light green crystals ran down the side of Yeosang's cheeks with his eyes being dusted with glitter. Yunho's face had slightly larger crystals, and was now covered in silver glitter that ran from his eyes, down his cheeks.

Mingi was stunned by how utterly breathtaking they looked, it was like his eyes just couldn't handle their beauty. Thankfully he managed to distract himself with a question. "Wings? But I thought-"

"This isn't Earth," Yunho arched forward, his wings spreading out for the first time in weeks. It was a satisfying yet painful experience as they ripped through his back. Mingi was horrified to hear the terrible ripping of skin and bones before the angel's feathery appendages finally came out. There wasn't a drop of blood or look of agony in sight when Yunho turned to the human. "This is Hell on Earth. Your rules don't apply anymore."

Wordlessly, he took Mingi's hand and placed a soft kiss on them before Yeosang called him to get going.

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San stared down at his chaos with glee. He smirked at the people being chased by imps, he found pleasure in hearing the screams of those being pummeled by hail and he felt utter bliss as every vehicle that passed wrecked itself once on sight. His dark purple horns rested comfortably on his head and his hair had turned red-black as a sign that he was in his full form. Every bit of anarchy gave him the insatiable power high he had been so desperately craving. Still, he couldn't help but feel that something was missing - the main course.