[] Between Heaven and Hell [] Namjoon x Reader

Part 1

(3rd Person)

[The Mortal Realm]

Humans. Annoying, pathetic little creatures that roamed the Earth. They were greedy, needy, and selfish. Whatever possessed the heavens above to create them was obviously due to some lapse of judgement. And when the gods decided they were bored with the sad creatures, they left them alone. Well most of them. Some were obviously still favored by the gods, but most were abandoned.

And the humans did pretty well. They started worshiping themselves; built a society based on science and technology. No gods necessary, no kings, just man. It was impressive. And it caught the attention of the deities. Now, a thousand years later and the gods decided they wanted to be praised and revered again. So over the last couple of centuries underlings had been dispatched to win the souls of the humans through whatever means necessary.

Angels, worked like dogs for heaven and depended on the niceness of people. They worked out of the goodness of their hearts and hoped that their deeds would inspire others to dedicate their lives to the same cause. It worked for a while, but these days, that strategy was outdated.

Demons, with all their dark powers, bought souls through favors and the promise of riches. They depended on the greed and selfishness of the little fuckers. And it was working great. So great that some families of low class demons were able to rise through the ranks to achieve the title of Lords of Hell and gained some control of certain domains of the underworld.

Namjoon, was from this kind family and still worked to harvest souls intermittently. When he was only decades old, he was passionate about capturing souls, but as the centuries passed he found it a hassle. Unlike some demons who offered riches and fame, Namjoon and his family liked to focus on the humans' desire for justice. The vengeance game was pretty lucrative and it was a hell of a lot more fun.

Namjoon found himself tracking down a recently disgraced employee from some Fortune 500 company. Objectively it was pretty fucked up what happened to them. The demon huffed while watching the employee approach the edge of the the rooftop. He noted that this was something humans liked to do whenever they felt backed up in a corner. He often wondered if the adrenaline rush of being on the edge of a tall building made the humans feel better since most of them would never actually jump.

He pushed his dark aura towards the creature letting them sense a little bit his presence. It was just enough to let the human know someone was around without fully revealing Namjoon.

"Is this really what you want?" he asked the human while strutting towards them and looking around intermittently. Usually a certain silver haired angel would've popped up by now.

They turned slowly and stuttered in surprise of another person being present, "Wh-who are you?"

"Are you interested in any vengeance whatsoever?" Namjoon ignored the question and only strode closer. The wasn't any point in introducing himself if they didn't want his services. And in all honesty with his horns and large bat like wings it should've been obvious that he was a devil. 

What else did the human need to figure it out? For him to carry around a little pitchfork and have a red spade tail? That fashion statement was so three centuries ago. Any demon sporting that look would've been laughed out of existence.

"Vengeance?" they whispered.

"Yes. The people who did this to you. Don't you think they deserved to pay? They stole your idea, executed it poorly, killed hundreds, and blamed it on you," Namjoon tsked, "That's not fair is it? They should pay. I can help you."

The person slowly stepped off the edge and approached Namjoon, "How did you know that?"

"I just do."

"I-If you have proof...please...report them to the police." The person dropped to their knees in front of Namjoon. They gripped his long black trench coat and begged, "Please! Please! Report them! Let the world know that is wasn't my fault."

Namjoon rolled his eyes then stepped back, kicking the man's hands away, "Don't touch me, yeah?"

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to— I just...If you know everything and have evidence...Please... help me and clear my name."

"That's all you want? How dull," Namjoon sighed. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. This assignment was officially a waste of his time and energy. Why did he agree to take this again?

"I'm not asking for much."

"That's the problem. Don't you want them to suffer like you're suffering? Don't you want to destroy their families that are sitting safe in their homes, acting like they haven't done anything wrong? Don't you want revenge?"

Suddenly a gust of wind blew through the rooftop, messing up Namjoon's hair and getting dirt in his eyes.

"Fucking, hell Jimin, you're late." he growled and turned but was surprised to see a woman instead of his usual rival. His eyes widened for a moment before his expression softened at the intense eyes staring back at him.

"Do not be afraid," she declared, ignoring Namjoon's existence completely. Her aura was pure, bright and strong and almost took Namjoon's breath away. The energy that radiated from her filled him with warmth and comfort. It was strange. Demons weren't supposed to be affected like this.

Of all the angels he had met, none of them were surrounded by this kind of energy. He had only felt this sensation once and for the life of him, he couldn't remember.

Namjoon looked at her in confusion. She felt so familiar and yet, he had never met her before. All he wanted to do was wrap her up in his arms and protect her. But why?

Who the fuck was she?

He felt his heartbeat pick up as she looked him up and down, sizing up her opponent. His eyes studied the majestic entity in front of him. Although he couldn't think straight, Namjoon could only describe her as one thing: angelic.

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