Hell Born

*The Aftermath*

Yeosang watched Jongho slowly crawl to his knees. Leaving him under the direct rays of the moon allowed him to heal enough to wake up, even if it left Yeosang too weak to move. He trembled, his arms and legs barely being able to function. The angel didn't move. He didn't smile. He didn't even blink when Jongho regained consciousness. He simply watched him attempt to stand, only to fall right back down. "Y-Yeosang? What happened...?"

"The Blood Moon," Yeosang glanced up at the sky. There was not a single drop of relief in his body as he watched the moon slowly descend from the sky. His broken wing remained by his side, and Jongho, although awake, remained bruised. What was the point in celebrating a war he had lost? He had failed his mission to kill him yet couldn't stand the sight of him hurt. Yeosang didn't even turn around when he saw Mingi and Wooyoung stumbling their way out of the demolished school building.

"Jongho!" The teen was knocked back when Mingi ran to him, pulling him right into his arms. He smiled through his pain and simply embraced him back. Wooyoung had little to no reaction to seeing either of them. He wobbled towards Yeosang only to fall next to him. There was nothing but relief on his tired face but even he knew it wouldn't last long.

The four of them didn't make much of an effort to move. It wasn't like either supernaturals had the energy to stand and the other two certainly weren't carrying them anywhere. So the party came to them. After a while of waiting, Yunho came decensending down with Hongjoong and Seonghwa tied together and San in his arms. Wooyoung rushed to his feet when he saw him, but San didn't come towards him. There was nothing but guilt on his face. "Yeosang...your wing..."

Yeosang did not comment when Yunho said that and only looked down. Mingi flung himself in Yunho's arms, crying his eyes out within seconds. "It's alright Mingi," Shushed Yunho, rubbing circles around his back. "Everything will be alright."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." The others all perked up at the new voice. A slit formed in front of them, opening to reveal a man. He pushed back his dark brown hair with a sigh as his violet eyes surveyed his surroundings.

"J-Jackson?" Seonghwa croaked. Hearing his name, Jackson turned to him and winked.

"Have fun Hwa?" The younger demon looked down. "Don't sweat it, I blame Jinyoung, not you."

"What are you doing here?" Asked Hongjoong irritably. Jackson held his hands up in defence and took a step back.

"Relax, I'm part of the cleanup crew," He explained. "Why else wouldn't I be here living it up with the rest of you, huh?" Jackson sighed yet again, this time in annoyance since he didn't get to participate in any of the 'fun'. "Right, let's get on with this, shall we? Listen, I'm not one for harsh punishments but you guys really fucked up." He said towards the four demons. "Damages are high, and whatever the cost of what you did to the city isn't nearly as high as this poor angel's wing."

His eyes trailed towards the moon falling - the sun would be up soon. "So here's what's going to happen: Each of you will retain your memories from this day for the rest of time. The rest of the world will reset and this day will have never happened. However, you eight will remember every detail. Every death, every scream - everything, featuring unending guilt, stress, random panic attacks, you know, the works. No matter what life you are in, you will remember what happened and the pain everyone around you felt. You're getting off light. Trust me, had it not been from the instructions of a certain someone, each of you," He pointed to the demons again. "Would have a death sentence since you're here on permission."

Jongho frowned at that but didn't get a chance to ask anything because Jackson then turned to the teenage demons. "As for you two, both of you have one more chance to stay clean. Or else you know what happens," His eyes looked towards San. "I will be returning you both to containment and then, solitary confinement for one hundred years."