「Behind the mask」Seongjoong

「Heaven」

"Your highness you must wake up now!" A warm voice could be heard outside of the enormous beautiful vintage room. It was the maid. Hongjoong's maid to be clear. The boy slowly stands up half asleep. "One moment..." He yawns "come in miss Amara.." The woman enters the room with a smile and a few more maids behind her. As they enter they start opening the curtains, fixing the bed etc. The prince however is still half asleep though he is standing. The little steps of the maids and the ends of their beautiful white long wings dragging on the marble floor makes a satisfying sound.

"Oh my! My dear prince look at you!" Amara gasps "Tsk tsk. You slept with your wings out! Lok at how messy they look. Come come." The maid doesn't even ask as she pulls the boy and sits him on a chair in front of the giant mirror as she grabs a gentle brush. "Your hair looks even worse!"
At this moment Hongjoong can't help but giggle slightly. He is 18 but still just a child.

After some minutes of painfully brushing his six wings (He is a seraphim like his parents) he just flicks them and hides them. Like they just disappeared in his back. The maids except Amara (she is the head maid) leave the room.

"Chop chop! My prince tonight is the ball! What would your parents say about me if they see you looking messy and sleepy! Hm! They will say I am not doing my job." Amara claps with her hands and puts some clothes into Hongjoong's hands for him to wear as she exits the room. The prince groans but ends up putting them on.
(The clothes he wears must be below)

While dressing up, Hongjoong looks through his balcony. The view of Heaven.. and Hell at the other side. Like two opposites. However he has always wanted to go to Hell just to see what the demons or whatever there is and what they do. Suddenly and annoying voice could be heard "Your majesty are you ready?! Breakfast is ready~!" Amara, of course.

Once Hongjoong makes his way to the dining hall his father, the king, is already there smiling warmly. The prince bows to his father "Good morning father!"

"Ah, son, how did you sleep? Amara told me it was a pain to wake you up." The father laughs. "However. Once you finish breakfast, Amara will give you your today's list. Starting with: Dance practice for the ball, ikebana, cooking, drama club, studying history, lunch, dance practice, singing class, modelling class..." As his father continued speaking and speaking Hongjoong was staring blankly at his plate with his breakfast only with fruits. "...and lastly the ball you will attend this evening. I must head back to my duties now, have a great day son." The father leaves.

Hours pass. He now has around 30 minutes to rest and have walk and that's what he does. He is walking in the castle's enormous garden with flowers. It's sunny as always in Heaven. But there is someone else there? A tall male with black hair. He is just looking at the roses with a cigarette in his hand.
(His outfit: )

The prince thought that was strange. Not because of the clothes or the hair, everyone can be whatever they want in Heaven. But it's forbidden to smoke nor enter the Royal castle without invitation. Angels never go against the laws. Luckily Hongjoong takes fighting classes as well so if anything happens, he would be able to protect himself. The prince starts walking towards the tall figure. He snaps with his fingers and the cigarette turns into golden dust that disappears in the air. He stops right next to the tall person and smiled warmly. "Sir it is forbidden to smoke in Heaven. Maybe you haven't heard but it's f-" suddenly he gets cut off by the unknown person.

"I didn't ask you, little princess." He hisses as he plucks a rose from the garden and it slowly rots from his touch. Hongjoong was now sure. That is not an angel. The prince's eyes widen slightly.

"You must leave Heaven right away. You have no invitation." The boy says coldly as the demon narrows his eyes and shows his fangs slightly.

"Listen here you little angel. I will tear you apart if you don't leave me alone."

"Oh well that's rude. Well I demand you leave please." Hongjoong continues speaking calmly but that doesn't seem to help. The prince draws a thin sword towards the demon as the tip of the blade touches the tall male's neck drawing a bit of blood. "Leave."

Right at this moment the voice of Amara could be heard "My prince, the ikebana won't do itself alone!" As Hongjoong turns his head back to see Amara walking towards him she gasps. "My prince, it's not fighting class yet, why do you have your sword out?" Hongjoong looks confused. He looks back but the demon is gone. Was he hallucinating? Probably. He puts his sword back and shakes his head "I was just uh- practicing by myself you know- Anyway let's go." They start walking away. Little did he know it wasn't a hallucination. The black dust from the rose is still on the ground.

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