FALLEN (Zhenya x Taekjoo)

CHAPTER 49

Leewon escorted Taekjoo back to his room, his footsteps echoing through the palace corridors. "Remember, the plan is still in motion," he whispered, his voice low and urgent. "We'll find a way to get you and the captured angel out of here. Just be ready."

Taekjoo nodded, his eyes shining with determination. "I'll be ready," he said, his voice fierce. "And thank you, Leewon. For all your help."

Leewon gave Taekjoo a quick, reassuring smile before turning to leave.

As Leewon disappeared down the hallway, Taekjoo turned his attention to Leonid, whose impassive gaze remained fixed on him. The demon's silence was unnerving, and Taekjoo couldn't help but wonder if Leonid would report their conversation to Zhenya.

The thought sent a chill down Taekjoo's spine, and he found himself wishing that he could trust Leonid, just as Leewon did. But could he really trust a demon? He had seen firsthand how quickly alliances could shift in hell, and he knew that loyalty was a rare commodity between demons so he's heard.

With a heavy sigh, Taekjoo pushed open the door to his room and slipped inside. The darkness enveloped him, a stark contrast to the lavishness of Zhenya's palace. For a moment, he stood motionless, letting the silence wash over him.

He tried to rest his body but after he ate he felt energized he couldn't sleep after trying so he just sat staring at nothing for who knows how long.

In hell he's noticed, the flow of time was a bit strange, the night's the endless lord. But sometimes, it get bright with no sun like earth but the pit roars up like a demonic sun whenever it gets bright in hell,
casting this wicked world in a crimson haze. It's eerie, but what else would you expect from the home of eternal darkness?

How does he know this? He watches through his window whenever he was all alone and Leewon doesn't come to see him or Zhenya leaves him alone.

As Taekjoo pondered the mysteries of his new realm, the chill of his predicament gnawed at his bones, a constant reminder of his perilous situation. he kinda missed Leewon now.

As he sat on the edge of his bed, Taekjoo's thoughts spiraled into a tangled mess, he's been through a lot and still going through alot. He thought of Gyu, the angel who didn't treat him like trash and laughed to himself remembering how they met when he thought he was being followed and almost hit him with a rock. He thought of Leewon, the cunning human but sweet human who seemed to hold the cards and play them well.

He thought of Zhenya, the demon who held so much power over him. Taekjoo was grateful for the demon's hospitality, but he knew that Zhenya was not to be trusted for obvious reasons.

Taekjoo's mind drifted to his wings, and the painful memory of the blood-soaked bathroom. He had lost so much blood.

Taekjoo's mind was spinning, trying to fill in the gaps. He knew that his injured wing had been bleeding profusely, but he couldn't understand why it had caused him to black out like that. He remembered Leewon saying he'd "died," but what had really happened? It was like a piece of the puzzle was missing. If only he could figure it out...

Taekjoo sat in the quiet of his room, lost in thought as he grappled with the events that had unfolded since his arrival in hell. The silence was shattered by a gentle knock at the door, jolting him from his reverie.
'Could it be Zhenya?' Possibly he hadn't seen the demon ever since that day

With a cautious hand, Taekjoo opened the door, his heart leaping into his throat when he saw a demon he didn't recognize standing before him. The newcomer's features were strikingly handsome, yet Taekjoo couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

Taekjoo's gaze narrowed as he took in the stranger before him. His finely chiseled jawline and sharp, piercing red eyes were set in a face that radiated confidence and danger in equal measure along with his black hair and he wore earrings, a red pedant just below his neck that matches his eyes and earrings.