✧◝Living peacefully in Heaven was Hongjoong's best life. He was a prince. Everyone was calm, happy and most importantly kind. What could go wrong?
~ Warning
•Smut/sexual content
•Violence
•Rape(?)
Here it is. The evening. The ball that is being hosted at the Seraphim's castle. Where the noble king and prince of the whole Heaven live. Many other noble princes, princesses, dukes etc. are there. Meanwhile the guests are arriving, Hongjoong is getting prepared. He looked stunning. Like the gift from God that he actually is. The silver jewelry with the diamonds fitted his white very well decorated suit. Amara did her best and actually succeeded.
After some more waiting the guests hear the violins and everything goes quiet. Only the pleasant melody and the sound of Hongjoong's heels could be heard as he walks down the hall. All eyes on him. Little did he know there was a glare from a person from afar with a devilish grin.
Everyone bows down and the prince himself. As the ball officially starts. Everyone is kind and talkative just like the prince himself. As he is walking around speaking with people, making friends, the lights go slightly darker.
A single violin starts playing and there more join. The Royal dance. Hongjoong didn't take all those classes for nothing.
Looking at the people pair up as he smiles softly. The most beautiful sight ever. Everyone in a perfect sync. Then a hand stretches towards him. The hand has white gloves. He looks up to see a handsome man with a mask with feathers, black hair and a stunning white suit. Hongjoong smiles as they both bow their heads to each other and the prince accepts the hand. They start dancing. A perfect sync, a perfect sight. The other angels see the majestic duo and back away giving them all the space in the center of the enormous Ball hall. The boy feels something strange in his heart. Something strange in the touch of the tall man. Something.. not clean but at the same time... love? Is the prince in love?
5 minutes of nonstop dancing they are finally able to take a break as they head to the side.
"Your majesty, I must say your dancing skills are flawless." The tallest says softly whispering into the boy's ear.
Hongjoong can't help but blush a bit. His cheeks get that rose gold color as he turns his head away shyly. "Why thank you. And who might you be?"
Hongjoong extends his hand upwards towards the mask of the taller male only to be stopped by him. He grips his wrist gently once it touches his mask. (How the tall black haired male looks btw: )
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"The name's Seonghwa. But I would rather not show my face. Not yet." He said gently yet sternly.
"Well as you wish. I respect your privacy." The boy with the blond locks smiles softly. Then looks back up at the other. "It must be around 11:30 by now. Would you like to see something stunning?"
"Could there be something more stunning than you, my prince?" Seonghwa says softly.
"Stop messing around- come!" Hongjoong pulls him for the hand through the crowded hall until they reach a balcony. As they go outside the moon is shining so bright. An amazing view. It fits the prince's gentle features and blond hair perfectly. The taller also enjoys the view. But not of the moon as he rests his face on his palm. Hongjoong notices his glare and tilts his head. "Is there something wrong?"
"No, not really. I am wondering though.. where are your wings? Seraphim angels have 6 wings don't they?"
The smaller chuckles. "You dummy. Have you forgotten? All angels could hide their wings whenever they want. Like yours right now since I don't see them." However saying this he gets a little suspicious. Hongjoong starts to think there is something wrong.
"Ah, yes, how could I forget!" Seonghwa laughs. Such a liar. He shouldn't have asked that.
The prince narrows his eyes as he takes his blade out and cuts the mask of the taller male in the blink of an eye. Finally able to see his face he remembers. That's the guy in the garden from earlier. A demon.
"What are you doing here?"
"..." Seonghwa glares down at the smaller with his cold eyes burning into the other's soul. "You are actually smarter than I thought, my prince." He puts his hands on Hongjoong's sword pushing it away from his face. "However don't make this harder than it needs to be."
"Who do you even think you are to sneak up like t-"
"As a prince of Hell, why would I need an invitation? All noble people are invited aren't they?" He cuts through the younger.
"Noble angels only." Suddenly realization hits him. "Wait. You are the prince of Hell?!"
"Am I not hot as Hell? That must answer your question." He chuckle closing the gap between their faces a bit. "Don't worry, my prince. I would never harm you~ You are such a precious little thing." He puts his index finger under Hongjoong's chin and brings his head upwards, faces only few centimeters away.
Hongjoong was not having it as he steps backwards. "Leave. I command you."
"Awh how cute. You command me. Adorable but I have no time to mess around. Actually I believe your father hasn't told you yet so I will inform you."
"Hm? About what?"
"You can call me hubby, or husband from now on, my prince." A lustful smirk spreads across his face.
Hongjoong's eyes widen. He is in shock as he drops his weapon. "W-..what..?"
"To arrange peace between Hell and Heaven, blah blah blah, my and your father made a deal."
Hongjoong is in disbelief.
"Our marriage is what brings the peace... my dear" Seonghwa whispers in Hongjoong's ear before he pulls back away.
"T-there is no way... You are lying!" A single tear rolls down the younger's cheek but Seonghwa only shakes his head as a no. He wasn't lying. Then the taller puts his hand on the smaller's cheek as he leans down a bit and kisses him on the lips softly and gently. The younger stays still, frozen. Not knowing how to react nor to the sudden kiss nor to the arranged marriage.
He then tries to pull away but the grip on his cheek was now firm. The other hand of the taller is holding the back of Hongjoong's head to keep him in place. The prince puts his hands on Seonghwa's chest trying to push him away but he couldn't. The demon's figure was too strong for the angel. Suddenly a voice is heard. The king is calling his son. As his father gets to the balcony the angel is alone. Crying. The demon just disappeared once again.
"Son! Are you hurt?! Why are you crying?" The father asked worried. Rushing to his son only to be pushed away.
"When were you going to tell me..." Hongjoong said quietly under his cries.
"What do you mean, son?"
"You married me to the prince of Hell!" He shouted. His tears only getting more and more. "You.. you gave me away! What am I to you?!"
"Oh son... Come here.." he hugged Hongjoong tightly wrapping his large six wings around his son. "My deepest apologies.. I was going to tell you this evening after the ball."
The night was quiet, the moon was beautiful. The only thing that could be heard are the quiet sobs of the prince of Heaven.
