Pretty Temptation [] SKZ x Felix

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  Felix's eyes widened at his words before seeing Chan's face contort into amusement as he let out a small chuckle. The blonde looked back at the guys who seemed to be talking amongst themselves. Felix inhaled sharply, feeling the warmth of the fire heat up his body. He closed his eyes and breathed. He didn't really understand how he could still breathe, but it was hard.

  "Is there a possibility I could die down here?" He asked Chan before opening his eyes. The redhead smiled, eyes dancing with amusement.

  "This is hell. Almost anything is possible."

  The blonde began to walk towards the side of the stage with broken and withered stairs. The room didn't darken anymore.

  "If you're trying to kill yourself, it won't work," Chan said to him as if he was right next to him. Felix made it to the stairs and glared up at Chan.

  "Good thing for you. I don't want to die," he snapped at him, before walking down the stairs. When he made it to the red, blazing floor, he stepped down from the stair. He expected pain and burns to crawl up his body like a wildfire, but instead the floor dimmed the a yellow simmer. He didn't feel any different.

  He ignored it and looked up at the people suffering. His eyes softened when he saw a boy, not older than fifteen sitting on the ground sobbing. His body looked bruised and beaten.

  Tears fought into his eyes again, making him clutch his hand to a fist as a reminder to hold on. The blonde turned around to see everyone but Chan gone.

  "Sacrificial victims go to hell. It's not much of a choice of ours, but a reward," he laughed, looking at the broken little boy.

  "You're fucking sick," the blonde shrieked before making his way over to the boy. Chan's face grew stiff.

  "Don't touch the boy," he gently demanded. The blonde hesitated for a moment before turning to Chan.

  "This kid hasn't done a thing wrong! He didn't even have a choice!" He defended, glaring at the redhead who seemed worried now.

  "Come back over here now before you do something you'll regret," he commanded with a stern voice. The blonde huffed before facing the little boy again and kneeling down to him. With a light hand, Felix grabbed the little boy's hand briefly.

  The boy screamed louder, seeming to be in more pain. His fragile little body shook and heated up to at least 5000°. The place where Felix's grasped turned a burning white. Instantly, he retracted his hand, eyes wide and frightened. The boy's eyes opened and a black mist spilled out of his eyes and mouth as he shrieked like a ring of pain. The white mark on the boy's hand glowed and formed red.

  The blonde ducked and covered his ears. A few tears left his eyes as the boy seemed in more pain than in the first place. Felix covered his mouth as the boy suddenly disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood in his place.

  He heard a sound from behind him making him look back at the redheaded man, "What did you do?" Felix demanded to know, his eyes full of hate and fear.

  Chan stood there, a dumbfounded look on his face before he frowned and extended a hand to Felix. Then, the human was right in front of him. Instinctively, he backed up, wanting to stand as far away from the thing he believed caused so much pain.

  He wanted to do nothing but punch Chan. To scream and yell at him. But a part of him knew that it wouldn't be right. The white on his clothes were stained with a few splatters of crimson blood. Felix's fists tightening clenched, his veins almost popping out of his hand.

  "I did nothing. It was you who did that to the boy," he replied, his tone sounded in disbelief. It was hard not to believe a man that sounded so conflicted yet so pitiful.

  The blonde furrowed his eyebrows, his voice coming out in a pained whisper, "What do you mean...?"

  The red, piercing eyes shot up into Felix's. They seemed angry for a moment before softening. The scarlet eyes melted into Felix's, relaxing, along with his entire body. The demon lord stepped forward.

  "I mean, you, The Enchantment of Hell, caused the boy more agony. His soul is stained since it is not yet time. You did this, Felix," his tone wasn't evil or amused. It was slow, as if he was trying to wrap his head around it as well.

  Felix's heartbroke hearing this. His hands dropped and tears streamed down his face.His hand slowly covered his mouth as he looked back up at Chan who seemed intently focused on Felix, his eyes fixed upon Felix's structure.

  "I.... I did that...?" He muttered silently, his head feeling light at the reminder of it on his white clothes. Chan nodded.

  "He isn't gone or dead. The others transported him elsewhere so you wouldn't have to witness anything more terrifying," Chan explained to him carefully, "But as of right now, to anyone in hell, you are a brutal death."

  Felix stepped back before slowly sitting on the floor. He sat there and cried. Usually, he was against the sort of stands that said that whenever men cry, they're weak. Yet, now, crying in front of Wrath himself made him start to believe ever so slightly that crying may be weakening. He felt guilty. Guilty and alone.

  But a pair of tender arms around his body reminded him that he wasn't.

  And for some reason, somewhere in Felix's heart made him hug back and let his heart drop. He cried for what felt like hours and Chan held him, embracing arms around the boy, squeezing and whispering words of compassion for him.

  Chan, too, felt hurt. Not because of his ego or loss of a sacrifice, but because he, to his unfortunate discovery, felt for the human as well.

Just

As

The

Prophecy

Said.