Hell Born

*Archangel's Rules*

First things first, I just want to say how sorry I am for the late update. This was a difficult chapter for me to wrap my head around and I will do my best to release the next chapter on time next Thursday. That being said, my internal exams are arriving very soon so I'll have to put most of the focus on those.

Second: If part of this chapter looks better it's because Woo_Melon helped by writing that part because I can't write fight scenes to save my life.

And third: I know it's been a bit since there was an actual Woosan chapter, but I decided to write a quick side story for my one-shot book (It's called Illusion and the chapter is Hellish Delights) just in case anyone is curious.

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From the highest wings of the court, Beomgyu and Jongho waited patiently for Yeosang's trial to start. This was a private event. No one wanted it to slip that a disciple of Taemin had caused such a ruckus, so the spectators were few and far between.

Jongho rested his head against the wall, supported only by Beomgyu and his will to see Yeosang in anguish. He didn't care how gruesome it sounded, no matter what punishment he received, he would make the pain he delivered was ten times worse.

"How are you feeling?" The angel beside him asked softly, gently brushing his hand against Jongho's face. Beomgyu was awfully affectionate, at least in the way he constantly attempted to touch the brunette. Normally, he wasn't one for skinship but at the moment he didn't have much energy to argue with his advances.

"Fine," He grumbled back rather curtly. Beomgyu pouted at this response, unpleased with his attitude.

"Is that any way to treat your hyungs?" He mumbled.

"Hyungs? I'm pretty sure I'm older than you."

Beomgyu scoffed. "Impossible. When were you born?"

"Towards the end of the year." Then the angel went silent for a moment before shrugging him off.

"Well time is an illusion and in the grand scheme of things, barely matters, so why bother using the correct honorifics?" Jongho giggled at such a statement and when he smiled, Beomgyu couldn't help but smile back. He continued to play with the features of his body, messing with his hair and holding him close.

Are all angels this warm? Jongho wondered. He sort of smiled at the nice feeling and almost pulled Beomgyu closer just to feel more of it.

Yet his attention was swiftly taken away from the silver-haired teen when the large double doors of the courtroom were opened. The atmosphere became cold, an almost daunting feeling settling as two, well-built angels flew into the room. Yeosang was dropped to the ground, his head hanging in shame while his hands were bound together in front of him by a thick chain he had no hopes of breaking.

His tired eyes were focussed on the floor with no will to look towards the stands. Jongho, hobbling over to the edges of their viewing spot, felt his stomach drop at the sight of him. Yeosang's lone wing lay lifeless, barely hiding the fresh scars on his back. The sharp cuts were likely from a whip and its lashes were so severe that they had hardly healed. "Yeosang..."

Beomgyu had to pull him back, tightly wrapping his arm around his waist. "You have to stay close to me," He instructed. "They'll know you're here if my aura isn't protecting you."

A bright light emitted from the front of the room, blinding in its arrival. The archangel Taemin appeared not a moment later, large wings spanning at their full length whilst his white eyes bore deep into Yeosang's being. His presence alone was powerful, vigorous in the way he headed everyone's attention with a single look.