Seven | BTS ✓

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"Hello boys," a velvety voice purrs from the shadows.

The seven prisoners immediately stand up and move to the bars of their individual cells when they hear the voice. They don't ever get visitors.

"W-who's there...?" One of them asks in a shaky voice.

They hear the click, click, click of stilettos on the cold, concrete floor as a woman comes into view. They all hold their breath at the sight of the otherworldly being in front of them.

Burgundy waves that fall in loose curls around her pale shoulders. Tight black leather dress that hugs her every delicious curve. Her eyes are completely black, as all demons' eyes are down here in Hell. She's smiling at them wickedly, biting her lower lip as she takes in the appearance of the seven men in their cells.

She holds a ring of keys in her hand, gently twirling it on her forefinger.

"What do you want?" One of them asks quietly, assuming she has been sent to punish them in some way.

"Well, my sweet boys, I'm here to get you out of those stuffy boxes," she says, voice gliding through the air like silk as she slowly walks over to the first cell and unlocks it. She repeats the process until all seven cages are unlocked and the seven men inside are slowly walking out and up to the woman who's set them free.

"Now babies, you can't stay here or you-know-who will find you and be rather grumpy about you little birds being out of your cages. Soooo..." she coos, smiling at them all as they watch her, unmoving.

"I'm going to hide my little pets on Earth. Just put these on and you'll be cloaked from him," she says, pulling out seven black rings from out of nowhere. "Wear them, always. If your ring leaves your finger, he'll immediately be able to sense you, and that won't be much fun, now would it?"

She gently hands a ring to each man and they immediately put them on whichever finger it fits the best.

"Why... why are you helping us? Do you not realize we've been down here for hundreds of years?" One of them whispers, eyes trained on his ring resting on his right ring finger.

"Because I'm bored. And he told me I could play. But since he's been rather annoying, I'm going to set you free instead. Oh, I can't wait until I see his face," she laughs coldly before bringing her eyes back on the men.

"Stay together on Earth, please. It'll be easier for you to adjust to the human world if you have each other," she smiles softly, reaching out and caressing one of the men's cheeks.

"Who are you?"

She hums, the smile only growing bigger.

The woman slowly reaches forward, putting her other hand on the man's face and pressing her lips to his. After a soft, chaste kiss, she repeats the process with the other six men.

She pulls back from them and after a moment of her smirking at them as they stare back in shock, they all begin to feel a burning sensation on their left wrists.

They all erupt in a chorus of agonized cries as they grip their wrists and watch as a burn appears on their pale skin.

"Just something to let everyone know that you're mine," the woman grins lovingly at them as they wince collectively.

"What do they mean and why are they all different?"

She gives a small laugh. "Each one represents the reason you were put here in the first place. Each one represents your deadly sin. Now we match. See?"

She holds out her own left arm, and it shows all seven of their marks burned into her forearm in a neat line from the inside of her elbow to her wrist.

She raises an eyebrow at them, watching them carefully as they shift uncomfortably from the burning pain.

"Let me help you," she purrs. She reaches for each of their wrists and kisses them one by one, eliminating their pain.

"Oh and one more thing, handsome boys," she says, leaning back up from their wrists. "I'll need to make you look less like demons and more like humans. So I'll need to change your eyes. Human eyes are much more beautiful anyways."

She gently reaches up and places a tender kiss on each of their foreheads, and instinctively, they all close their eyes. "There you go, my loves."

When their eyes open, the black signifying their tainted souls are gone and each pair of eyes are now different shades of brown.

"Brown eyes are my favorite," she sighs as she smiles at them.

"Who are you?" They ask again.

"Oh, silly me. Where are my manners? My name is Lucy. I'm Lucifer's twin sister."

They all gasp and take a step away from her.

"You're the Devil's sister?!"