Hell Born

*A Mistake*

To anyone who thought Hoseok would bring some useful to Hell, I would like to offer my sincerest apologies cause that's not what's gonna happen.

By the way! I thought it would be fun to maybe do a little Q&A? If you have any questions for me, or any characters, from the main cast to even side characters, feel free to put them here!

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It was a nice and sunny day. The brilliant aroma of freshly baked cookies filled a tiny home at the farthest edge of town, making the teen in front of the oven grin as he took them out. Chocolate chip. They were Wooyoung's favourite.

Grabbing his phone, he snapped a quick photo of them, his smiling face in the corner, and sent it to San. After scrolling through their messages, he sighed, brow creased. His boyfriend hadn't been answering any of his texts. "Could he be upset with me?" He pondered aloud, setting the tray of treats onto the counter to cool.

His thoughts would have to wait, as his grandmother had called him from the other room. "Wooyoung!" Wooyoung's attention was quickly taken away from his phone, shoving it in his pocket and scampering off to the living room where the older woman was resting.

"The cookies smell delightful," She gushed. Wooyoung giggled at the praise and let her know that they were cooling off by the stove. "Oh, that's wonderful! Could you get the washing off the line so long? Then I'll make us some tea to go with the biscuits."

Grinning, the teen nodded at her then went off to perform his given task. His grandmother had been very sympathetic to his case, lending him a place to stay after the incident with his mother. As much as Wooyoung adored her, he had to decline. Telling her that he would be staying with his boyfriend for the time being.

His boyfriend that refused to text him.

The idea of San ignoring him, for whatever reason, not only made him worried but a little annoyed as well. While he shook the sheets of anything that may have landed on them, Wooyoung's lip was jutted out with irritation. "What's keeping him so long?" He muttered bitterly. "Is he with someone else...? No that can't be it. He's probably just busy? Maybe his dad doesn't want him to talk to me anymore?"

That only made him more frustrated. Maybe if he texted one more time...

A violent screech startled the basket of washing out of Wooyoung's hands. His head whipped in the direction the sound came from, eyes widening immediately before he sprinted towards the house. "Grandma!" He yelled desperately, searching the building for the old woman.

The living room was cold, nearly freezing, a familiar draft blowing through it. It was a scarily recognisable feeling. A breeze that could only belong to one creature...

A demon stood over Mrs Jung's unmoving body, his hands stained with the crimson contents of her stomach. The insides of her lifeless form had been gouged out, spilling and staining her once pristine carpet and filling the room with a nauseating stench. His large, feathery wings blocked the heinous expression of glee on his face, for seeing his smile would surely add more heartache to the teen.

The sight brought sickness to Wooyoung's stomach, legs wobbling backwards while resisting the urge to hurl. Tears threatened to spill from the corners of his eyes, his light quivers altering the monster of his presence. Despite his better judgement, he stayed put, unable to conceive the notion of running. He would surely be caught.

Yet the demon took note of his hesitance and used it to his advantage. A grin danced on the corners of his mouth, tongue running devilishly across his top lip. "It's been so long," His deep voice sent shivers down the teen's spine, his nerves spiking with every step he took towards him. "Since I've seen a human squirm like that. The chase was delightful." He grinned, an almost childish delight at the memory from moments prior.