To Pierce the White Eye {Na Jaemin}

FIN.

It's impossible to tell how much time passed. Hell makes it so you're constantly exhausted but unable to sleep for more than an hour at a time. Jaemin is only kept alive thanks to the bracelet Satan gave him, but you can tell he's struggling.

You needed to get him back to earth.

You were given full reign to roam Satan's castle, but behind every door and unknown hallway was horror personified. Jaemin, however, was not allowed to roam without you or Satan, making it difficult for you to even begin to plot an escape for him.

Each 24 hour cycle started with you being dragged to Satan's throne room, having to listen to the pleas of tortured souls beg for mercy only for Satan to deny them. Following that, you were allowed an hour or two of grace before being yelled at by the Prince's of hell and humiliated for not having flames as strong as Satan before then getting your ass kicked.

"How dare you be the one father chooses to give his throne to?" Was a very popular sentiment.

To that, you never replied, but in your head the answer was always the same- you didn't want the throne. You didn't want it at all! You wanted to be a normal human on earth with the love of your life- not being tortured on an endless loop.

Your reprieve was seeing Jaemin at the last few hours of the cycle. Sobbing into each other's arms in the small windowless room of the castle (you considered it a blessing to not have a view of the tortured souls) until sleep could finally overtake you was when you could achieve true reprieve.

The white, circular room in which Jaemin used to spend his nights alone had changed.

"This is the main building of Knight's Cross," you noted the night it first changed. You had grown used to the white room that held all of his visions, but this was a much welcomed change. You two walked hand in hand, sneaking peeks into different lecture halls that had different visions playing on large screens. "I love it, Jae."

"Yeah... I love it too," Jaemin squeezed your hand. Sitting in a lecture hall, Jaemin held you as you watched parts of Mark's future.

The screen was grainy, but it was of him getting accepted into his dream college to transfer into their creative writing program. Knight's Cross did not have this major, and it was something you knew always made Mark unhappy. The clip, still grainy, switched to Mark venting to Johnny.

"I can't go," Mark was pacing the faerie's dorm up and down.

"Sure you can," Johnny was nonchalant, despite your brother's anxiety.

"I don't want to take on Knight's Cross but... she isn't here. She's the one who deserves to be Knight's Cross next leader.

You leaving may have saved your brother's life, but it also left him a burden he too did not deserve to bear.

End of a 24 hour cycle- which meant you were yanked out of bed and forced to start all over again. Rinse. Repeat. Until, one day, you find yourself waking up naturally with Jaemin, and real sunlight kissing your cheeks. You were expecting this warmth to be removed by force in some sort of cruel jokes, but you slowly blinked open your eyes, your breath catching.

You were in your family home, in your old bedroom.

"Jae!" you were shaking his shoulders despite him already being weak, wanting to see if this was real- how could you even be back? Jaemin was groggy, and as you were loud in your shouts of glee, you could hear stomping down the hall outside your room.

"We... how the fuck?" he seemed afraid to be happy, and you couldn't blame him. How was it your chest wasn't bogged down by painful weights and you were able to breathe in air that didn't sear your lungs?