Nights in white satin [A HyunHo Fanfiction]

Chapter 4 - Limbo's Ruler

Felix filled the entire room with his fog and watched Minho cough continuously as it went in his lungs. "Stop fucking with me!" Minho yelled as he continued to cough nonstop.

The god stared at him, tensing his jaw. His look seemed like he though about all the ways to kill Minho right on the spot. He let go of the human abruptly. Minho fell to the floor. The room cleared from the fog, so it was just Felix and him.

And the only noises that could be heared were Minho's painfilled gasps. It was like someone tried drowning him and his lungs were filled with poisonous water. Felix looked down at him, thinking.

Normally, Felix's fog should've killed Minho the second he inhaled it but the mortal was special. The God knew this.

So he thought of another way to kill the Minho. Humanly way.

"Don't come near.." Minho whispered, voice still hoarse. "You're telling me what to do?" Felix tilted Minho's head up, their eyes glued onto each others. "A disgraceful human like you?"

Minho bit his inner cheek as he felt his throat tighten. His eyes teary but still kept eye contact with Felix. "Try telling me what to do now." The god smirked as his fog blocked the human's airway.

He then would let Minho breathe when he's about to pass out and let him experience the same thing all over again. "Tell me." Felix's fingers traced Minho's exposed neck then wraps them around. "Fuck... off.." Minho managed to growl but got silenced again when the god dug his fingernails in his skin.

"You can't pass out. I'm still enjoying this." Minho groaned in pain as Felix lifted him up until his head almost hits the ceiling.

Minho closed his eyes tightly. The only thing he fears the most is heights. "P-please put me down.." Minho begged. Felix lost his focus and control of his powers that it made him lose some of his strength.

Minho fell down on the hard floor with a thud. "Fuck.." He held on the floor tightly, terrified of being up in the air again.

Felix as a god was furious than he was before. He couldn't believe a human is able to make him lose focus. He dragged Minho's shaking body out and trapped him in the darkest part of the garden.

It was filled with thorns, death flowers, and most importantly Minho couldn't tell if he's on ground or not because of how dark it is.

Time passed and Minho finally recovered from his greatest fear. He couldn't feel the ground shaking so he told himself he's not floating.

Thorns just kept poking his arms and legs to the point that he couldn't move his limbs that much anymore. It's getting cold too and he's suffocating. What could he do to make Felix forgive him?

Minho scoffed and closed his eyes, hissing as the pain got to him. "Such a petty creature." He mumbled. Minho thought about it... he didn't do or say anything to wake the male up.

Is he that sensitive? He thought, opening his eyes again and scanned his surroundings. It looks like he's trapped in but he's not. He was just placed in the middle of so many thorny vines.

Minho was overwhelmed with emotions when he remembered his family. Someone who resembles Felix's temper. I wonder if he's alright. He forced himself to stand up and let the thorns paint his skin red.

even though he could barley move, he ripped himself off the plant. But the second after that he stumbled to the floor, his head was spinning from the pain, fear or Exhaustion.

Felix sighed as he looked out at his precious garden. He used so much of his power to punish one useless human and now he has to suffer.

Being a God isn't as easy as they want it to be. Being a God means you need to be a the most perfect creature that ever exists. No mistakes. No shame.

Felix then closed his eyes and continued his nap that lasted for almost 4 days. His dreams are the same as always and he loves it. How the darkness took over him and made him powerful.

4 days. That's how long Minho was unconscious at the same spot. It's like training in the military again but instead of physical activities, it's magical ones.

"You've got to be kidding me.." he mumbled silently as he tried to move his body very very slowly. Only his fingers and toes can move at the moment. "Fine, I'm not dreaming. I died and went down to hell."

"You're not dead." He looked up at Felix who is staring down at him like he's a worm. "How are you not dead?" He felt his body being lifted while his eyes are half open. "You tell me.." He weakly mumbled.

Minho stared at Felix who is now healing his wounds. The god's eyes are back to normal and he seems stable. "Do you have a split personality?" He asked. Felix raised his head and frowned. "No. I'm treating you because I'll need you to clean this place."

"Alright."

And so four weeks passed. Minho got a little bit more comfortable with the idea of hell and the part of being caged in Felix's safe space. But he'll never lose his fear over the god. The god that came back, often covered in blood and eye's colored deep golden. Everytime Felix loses it over 'souls' invading his private space, he'll curse and scream. To be honest Minho could count the hours of sleep he had on one hand.

"Minho. Jump off a cliff for me." Felix said as he turned around to face the human who is staring at him with shock on his face. "What?"

Minho blinked, confused at Felix's words. Why would he jump off a cliff? "Are you crazy? I'm not a lunatic." Felix's smile was eerie. It was not something you'd see everyday. "Why not? If I can't kill you, maybe you can kill yourself and submit to me completely."

Felix enjoys Minho's company but it drives him mad to remember that he's not controlling the human. "No." Felix's brows twitched after hearing the stern answer from the male. "I'll make it happen." Felix replied and turned around, disappearing into thin air.

Minho laid on the ground, where Felix was nice enough to give him some space to sleep, and looked at the ceiling. The words of Felix kept on repeating in his head. But he wouldn't kill me for real... would he? He asked himself. Why is all of this happening to me? I'm not a bad person... and I don't deserve to be in hell or jump off a cliff just for his satasfation.

He sat up and ruffled his hair. Come to think of it, maybe Felix wanted him dead from the beginning and that didn't change at all. He couldn't even give Minho new clothes to wear. Just some fruits to eat and leaf water to drink.

Minho's heart ached as he felt betrayed for trusting someone from hell. He slowly realized how much he made Felix a sweet man in his mind. He turned a blind eye on his wrong doings.

"I've got to get out of here. Tonight."