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Scorching hot air surrounded his body. It stung on his face, yet at the same time it didn't. He hadn't been in hell for some time, apart from occasional short visits to get some sleep. Just as he hadn't been talking to his mother for a while. He knew she would be nosy and ask questions that he couldn't answer sufficiently.
He also knew at some point he would no longer be able to avoid this conversation, still, every time he entered hell, Jisung tried his very best to not get noticed by her or any of her servants.
What was he supposed to say to her?
It wasn't like there was no progress, yet his mind was blank and his breath got caught in his throat. Hell was unlike the environment he had been surrounded with the past time. He didn't care at first, finding the human world pathetic and boring, a place he was forced to be at in order to succeed. But it had it's beautiful sides, an adjective Jisung wouldn't have dared to think of sometime ago. Well, apart from using it to mock his prey.
The demon had been so used to the darkness and the temperatures, the fire, everything seemed so ordinary to him that now, if he was to compare, he no longer was. Was it a bad thing?
Jisung didn't know. He took quick steps as he strode through various corridors, passing curious eyes and clandestine whispers. He'd figured there would be gossiping about his absence lately, yet it irked him.
"I didn't know you held such influence in here", Jeno mumbled, glancing at his side to where Jisung was walking. "Of course he does, don't forget he's satan's son, after all", Jaemin nudged his shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows. "I wish I could forget" Jisung's short mumbling went unnoticed by both of the boys, though. It felt like a burden to him, thinking of the high status he enjoyed. Being in that place came with expectations and duties, something he hadn't always minded, but had always felt pressured by.
The three of them were on their way to their rooms when they heard heels click across the floor in the distance. The noise resounded down the quiet corridor, making Jisung turn around swiftly. He had already expected to face his mother, yet his eyes widened slightly at the sight of her rather tall figure dressed in an elegant robe. It was made of black silk, adorned with delicate burgundy embroidery. It suited her.
"Jisung, son", she spoke softly, smiling at him. Her eyes held an expectant glimmer. "Jaemin, Jeno" The woman nodded at each of them, acknowledging their presence before her gaze refocused on Jisung. "The two of you-", her voice was directed at Jeno and Jaemin, though her eyes didn't leave her biological son as she spoke. "-will you please let me talk to him for a second?"
They shared a glance and nodded before leaving the youngest to talk to his mother in private.
"Do you think he'll be fine?", Jeno whispered to Jaemin ere they walked to their rooms. "She's his mother...", Jaemin chuckled quietly, yet somehow he thought Jeno had a point. Satan's love for her son was overwhelming, though she had always been intimidating. Jaemin swung an arm around his friend's neck to soothe him as they continued their way through hell.
