Odd and Varied

Charmer 2

"Hey! Where are you?!" Hyunjin spun in a full circle, eyeing each rocky crevice frantically. Every shadowed opening was an option- a path- and he was running out of time. "Minho! Can you hear me!?"

There was a bray of laughter and he turned, seeing the dark prince perched lazily above on a broken cliff. The bastard was giddy, swinging his feet and leaning back on his palms.

"Sire. Where is he?"

"Hmm... I'm bored of 'Sire'. Let's go back to 'Father' instead." He grinned, folding up his legs and leaning over them.

Hyunjin groaned internally. He hated when the boss was in such a goofy mood. "Father I want my human back-"

The prince cut him off. "No... Father is boring too. Let's go with... Daddy." Another grin, this one as sharp as his sheathed blade. It was easy to forget that he was technically an angel.

"Really?"

"It would please me." Jaebum's smile fell, waiting.

There wasn't a way around it. He'd received a direct request. "Daddy... can I have my human back?"

"No. I like him. Pure of heart- as I'm sure you're aware. Corruption is so fun with those pretty little unicorns. You know, you're supposed to turn them in when you find one."

He knew. But Hyunjin would rather gruesomely kill his beautiful Minho- with his own two hands- than subject him to the horrors of becoming one of Jaebum's toys. The dark prince was the best at corrupting souls. One as clean and pure as Minho's well- it would still take him years. Years of endless horror and defilement.

"Daddy... please. He is my most favorite."

"You do beg so beautifully. I'll consider it. And Jackson didn't tell me you know. I still tortured him for keeping such an important secret- but it was actually Youngjae who ratted on you."

That bitch.

They'd had coffee just the day before. And of course, Minho had been walking by on his way to another class- he was taking so many more now that Hyunjin was paying for everything- and he'd stopped by their table to say hi.

Youngjae was obviously jealous, but he'd always had a much better temper than Jackson and so the taller assumed things would be fine.

He assumed incorrectly.

This morning he woke up without Minho wrapped safely in his arms. There was only the letter. Red ink, one word.

COME

He went home, worried over the amount of hours Minho had been in their hands. Hyunjin knew where the dark prince would be. The battle ground. His favorite place. It was where he'd spilled the most blood, and he still demanded live re-enactments every year on the anniversary of the fight.

"Can I see him?"

A sigh. "He's in my room. Do NOT remove his binding. I like him that way."

He was so furious at the order that his eyes turned black as onyx. He went to leave and Jaebum called back out to him.

"Forgetting something?"

"Thank you."

"Try again. We can do this for an eternity if you'd like."

"Thank you Daddy."

"Go and look then."

He flew there, finally able to unfold his aching wings since he was in the underworld.

The castle sat overlooking Acheron- the river of Misery. The dark prince loved the sounds of their wailing.

No one stopped him at the gates, or anywhere else. It seemed that all the other demons had been clued in to what was going on.