Hell Born

*The Devil's Trial*

TW: rape
Everything that happens between Seonghwa and Jimin is completely non-consensual and I will put a warning for when any of their scenes appear.

When San opened his eyes, he wasn't sure what he was expecting. A familiar face, perhaps a terrifying guard? There was nothing. The room around him was dark, his surroundings filled with tense uncertainty that made him coil with fear. "Father! Dad!" He called out, hoping for some sort of response. There was none; he was alone.

The demon's arms and legs were bound together by heavy chains, suspending his upper limbs in the air while his torso was left to drag on the ground. How long had he been asleep? Where was he? What did he do wrong? These questions had no hope of being answered in a timely manner.

Yet the silence of the vacant room came to a close when San was greeted by the unfriendly sight of a minotaur. The guard no doubt. Nevertheless, the young demon was perked with hope and desperately tried to speak with it as he strode over. "Please, tell me where I am! Where are my parents? What have you done with them?"

Whatever questions he had were left dangling on the tip of his tongue, as a sharp pain penetrated his abdomen. San didn't have time to keel over in pain before the minotaur struck him once again. He was hit repeatedly. He couldn't fight back even if he wanted to; too tired to conceive such an idea.

The guard had his fill just five minutes later, satisfied with the pummelled state of the weakened teen before him. San doesn't hesitate to let his tears fall the moment he's gone. Spilling out to an almost horrid degree. "Someone...please help me..."

Once again, his grievances came to an end when the door to his chamber reopened. Timid in the way it slid open. Contrary to the rough stamps of the minotaur, light steps echoed through the room. It was a familiar sound that San would be a fool not to recognise.

"W-Wooyoungie?" His voice became soft, barely a whisper, and cracked between every syllable. Despite this, the younger still smiled down at him, caressing the demon's blood-stained cheeks gently, carefully not to trigger his newly formed bruises.

"I'm here Sannie," Wooyoung said gently. "Just hold on, I'll get you out of here."

"Wooyoung...can we go home...p-please?" The blonde saw the way his eyes became misty, vision entirely blocked by tears clouding it. The scene made his heart hurt, resisting the urge to jump into his arms where he sat.

"Yes Sannie, we'll go wherever you want."

"Will you stay with me...and father and dad a-and Shiber?"

He bent to his knees, a smile on his face while he stroked San's hair. The demon nearly sobbed at his mere touch, so gentle and caring. It was the one thing he so deeply desired the moment he opened his eyes in this hellscape. "I promise, I'll never leave you again, San."

San craved his touch, lost in the beautiful pools of Wooyoung's eyes for what felt like ages. Yet when one horrifying scream erupted from the human, time was sure to catch up with them.

Wooyoung jolted forward, body convulsing as his gaze travelled towards the weapon that had so violently penetrated his stomach. "No no NO! WOOYOUNG!" The minotaur tore his sword right out of the human's body, barely having the decency to look back at his work.

Words couldn't describe the unfiltered horror that laid on San's face. His desperate struggle to wake his lover was futile as he couldn't even hold him as his breaths withered away. "Wooyoung please! Wake up!"

"San!"

It was the same voice calling him from before. Low and behold, Wooyoung pushed past the iron doors of the dungeon, running frantically towards the chained demon. Yet San remained puzzled. His gaze went back towards the corpse near his side, but Wooyoung didn't even acknowledge it. "Hold on Sannie, I'll get you out of here."