Heaven Save Me

What in the Hell?

"Ah, Jimin.  My favorite little creation.  What brings you all the way down here?" The demon known as Jung Hoseok adjusted his Louis Vuitton shades as he smirked at the smaller man in front of him.  He'd been the one to offer Jimin the deal of the siren.

Jimin had once asked him about why he wore shades in hell, an endless darkness lit only by eternal flames, Hoseok had only joked, "Because my future is so bright."

"Needed a realignment.  Something felt off.  Like the human part of me was less enraged.  I need...to fix it."

Hoseok nodded.  "So you came to see him, did you?  You'll have to ask the big boss this time.  I let you slide last time, but only because you didn't reek of humanity like you do now."

Blood pounded in Jimin's ear as his heart raced.  The big boss, as he was called down here was better known as Lucifer elsewhere.  He remembered the first and last time he'd met the imposing fallen angel hiding in his human-like form.  He'd been the most beautiful man he'd ever seen at the time.  Before...Jungkook.  He had an aura about him, though, that exuded power.  He was, in short, terrifying yet so magnetizing.

"Okay...take me to him."

Hoseok looked a bit taken aback.  It must have been serious if Jimin was willing to meet with the big boss again just for this.

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"Well, well, well.  If it isn't the most brutal siren I've ever laid eyes on.  Come to see me?  Smelling like," he audibly sniffed, "human?  What could I possibly do for you, my sweet?" The voice boomed ahead of the man who projected it. 

It wasn't until Jimin and Hoseok were near the large, white throne in the brightly lit, white tiled room that they saw him.  Tall and broad, muscled but not in excess.  His warm, inviting eyes, and sweetly cratered dimples practically drawing them further into the room.  His perfect frame was draped in white and gold silk that did little to hide his carved chest and thick arms.  It was plain to see that he was once God's favorite child when he stood before you in all his glory.  Hoseok bowed deeply and left the pair alone, breathing a bit more shallowly as he failed to keep his fear at bay.

Jimin worked hard to keep the shaking from his hands or the stutters from his voice.  "I need to see my greatest triumph, your majesty."

"Oh, dear Jimin.  I told you before.  You needn't call me 'your majesty.'  It's so informal.  We're practically family here.  Now, tell me.  Why do you need to see your handiwork, my sweet?"

"I'm certain you know, my lord.  I'm sure you can smell the humanity on me from atop your throne.  I need to be reminded of what I am.  Of what I am capable of."

The king of hell leaned forward in his chair, a frown now adorning his handsome face.  "Jimin...I told you before and I will not tell you again, call me Namjoon.  And as for your request, I shall grant it," Jimin smiled up at him and began to bow to him before Namjoon continued, "if you can tell me why?"

Jimin stood back up straighter than before with a confused expression.  "Why what...N-Namjoon?"

It felt awkward to the young demon to call the man by his informal name.  Namjoon simply smiled that dimple smile and walked down to caress a thumb over his cheek.

"Why must you be reminded, my sweet?  Why do you smell so heavily of humanity?  What has made you...feel...again?"  He said the word as if it were disgusting on his tongue.

Jimin opened his mouth, then closed it.  He thought briefly of Jungkook.  Of telling his king about the angel who made his heart race against his will or gave him hope that perhaps not all men would destroy him or hurt him.  Instead he shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts as he told Namjoon, "I've been on Earth too long without the evidence being laid before me.  I have to look at him again.  I have to see for myself the face of all my suffering.  Then I will tear them all apart for their sins."

"Careful, my sweet...you almost sound like an avenging angel and not a vengeance demon," Namjoon warned in a clipped tone with sharp eyes.

"My apologies, my lor-Namjoon," Jimin choked out.

"Hmm," Namjoon hummed as he turned back to his throne, "Your Namjoon.  I like the sound of that.  Your request is granted.  Go.  Visit him in his hell.  See the beautiful art you've created and rejoice in your success."

Jimin bowed deeply and began to walk backwards from the too-bright throne room.  "Thank you, Namjoon."

He hurried from the room to meet back up with Hoseok who would take him to his least favorite destination.

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(798 words)

A/N: Outside of the pits of hell, Hell is beautiful and white and bright.  Thought that would be how it would maybe be based on religious stuff I've read.  Supposedly Hell and the Devil are beautiful and attractive, so that's why they're so tempting. 

Namjoon has got to be one of the most tempting members, plus he's already a leader.  Just made sense.  I still love you, Joonie, but someone had to be King of Hell!

Anyway, check in for the next installment, Lovely Armies!  I'll try to be more consistent with updates, but no promises.