Hell Born

*Epilogue: Yeosang*

*the correctional system is was the beginning of what San experienced when he was in Hell

The correctional system was one of the worst things an angel or demon could be subjected to and Yeosang wasn't given any leeway with his punishment.

By Heaven's standards, he was considered a defect in every sense of the word. Wingless and broken. What use did he have?

Any form of torture you can imagine was used on him over those fifty years. Each bone in his body had been broken then healed, only to be demolished once again. Every day he thought it would be his last but death was never gracious enough to bless him with its presence.

For some time, his mouth had been sewn shut to keep him quiet while his higher-ups ridiculed him. His body was whipped, burned, stoned, tossed from the highest buildings while he wasn't even given the option to scream. They tormented him all so he would be numb. Every bit of his mind and morality had been tainted, ruined to fit the mould given by his superiors.

"You are nothing!"

"I am nothing..."

"You serve your god and no one but your god!"

"I serve my god and no one but my god..."

Phrases like these were ingrained in his memory, circling his mind at every possible moment. "I am an angel, unworthy of forgiveness. All consequences I receive are of my own actions for I have failed to live up to my lord's expectations. I shall be punished accordingly for the crimes I have committed as I am unworthy to live."

Fifty years of this and for what? For Jongho, of course. Much of Yeosang could rest easy knowing that at least he was living. Although the other angels tainted his mind with images of his love perishing in the most gruesome of ways, Yeosang knew the real one was safe on Earth.

And finally, the last of his correction was up. A guard undid his shackles, grabbing the emotionless being by the collar of his shirt and pulling him outside. Yeosang kept his head down as he was dragged along, too tired to perceive a proper thought. "Heaven has no use for wingless angels," the soldier sneered. His comment made Yeosang furrow his brow, finally glancing up to see where they had landed.

The gates were open, pristine arches leading towards an unknown world below. Yeosang was dropped on the golden path leading to them, barely having the energy to huff. To his surprise, when he looked up, he found that he was at the feet of his mentor. "Kang Yeosang, as the final part of your punishment, you will be exiled to Earth, never to return to Heaven lest it is granted by the hand of God himself."

Surprisingly, there was a strange tinge of sadness in Taemin's tone. It was clear that this wasn't his decision.

Looking down, the fall to Earth was endless, a terrible fate that no angel could have ever wished upon themselves. Yet Yeosang smiled. He stood to his feet, brushing his hand through his unruly blonde locks while smirking. "Like the hair Taemin. Glad you decided to embrace your age and finally go grey."

Both the guard and archangel glanced at one another curiously, with Taemin nearly glaring in the direction of his disciple. "Why haven't you-"

"Why haven't I changed? Good question. Those bastards can torture me all they want, their little correctional system can't do shit to me." His remarks, while as snarky as always, carried a different feel to how they used to. That being one of malice - pure hatred. "I have you to thank for that, teacher of mine. Thank you for blessing me with such a stubborn personality. Honestly, this is the best gift you could have ever given me."

Taemin was well aware of Yeosang's end game here. Persistence had always been both his best and worst virtue and the archangel could tell he wasn't planning on evading his previous goal. "Why waste the effort? He doesn't want you, you know that!"

"Funny, you think he has a choice."

The delinquent then turned to the guard, sizing him up with a scoff. "Wings mean nothing on Earth and they may have broken my body, but as far as I know, my powers are doing just fine."

"That's enough! Guard, don't let him-" But Yeosang was already two feet from the edge, grinning as if he had just won the lottery.

"Thanks for the vacation, I'll be sure to send you a postcard!" Then he was gone. The guard wasn't able to catch him before he went plummeting down to Earth.

Despite falling hundreds of feet, getting hurt was the last thing on Yeosang's mind. Death didn't phase him anymore. Why should it? He had one thing and one thing only on his mind.

"Choi Jongho."

This time, he wouldn't let him go so easily. 

I love Yeosang please believe me. 
Well, that's the last of the actual story! I'll upload the Q&A questions later today and then the extras tomorrow since four chapters in one day is quite a lot, isn't it?