Pretty Temptation [] SKZ x Felix

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"Hyunjin! Wake up!" Felix pleaded, shaking the gray haired man awake.

"This lazy asshole can't ever keep his eyes open on his floor," Jeongin sulked, despite the smile plastered on his face. His eyes flickering around to see multiple people dozed up, looking utterly sick.

Felix inhaled, still clutching Hyunjin's shoulder. Sloth gently covered Felix's hand with his own sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"His floor is sooo boring!" Seungmin frowned, plopping down on the rock hard floor. He huffed, "It's almost as boring as his personality."

"Seungmin!"

"It's truth."

Felix rolled his eyes, looking around the room, "So all people do on this floor is sleep?"

"Not quite," Jeongin said, looking at Hyunjin, "They are having nightmares. Constantly. On repeat. They can't wake up."

Felix's eyes widened, his grip tightening on Hyunjin's shoulder, "... seriously?"

"It's not the worst punishment there is," Seungmin whined, as he dramatically laid on the floor.

"... You're right, it could be wor-"

"Oh, and Felix, turn around."

He did.

That action he regretted immensely. What he saw was thousands—no, millions of people walking stairs, carrying boulders, bags, furniture, anything heavy. Said stairs had small agonizing spikes on them, making their feet ache. It taught discipline and perseverance.

Felix's head throbbed at the sight. He let go of Hyunjin's shoulder in horror, the hand slapping over his mouth.

"This is fucking terrible-"

Jeongin wrapped an arm around Felix, "Again, this is Hell. It only gets worse."

"Worse?" Felix muttered, "Why would you guys-"

Hyunjin's arms wrapped around Felix Again, his head on the man's shoulder, "...I didn't pick this punishment."

Felix's heart skipped beat at Hyunjin's action. His touch was even more relaxing now for some reason, "...Okay, but it's still...wrong."

Seungmin stood up, huffing, "I like my floor best."

"You only like your floor because people are just fucking the whole time," the blonde snapped. The blue haired man glanced at the two sins, eyes wide.

"Are you serious?"

"Oh, come on," Seungmin groaned, "They aren't fucking! They're just...a bit...horny."

"Oh then was are they doing? Giving each other ass high fives?" Greed retorted.

"Well, I mean, kinda-"

The two kept bickered. Felix eventually zoned out on their conversation, feeling Hyunjin's weight relax entirely on his back. Sloth was asleep once again.

Felix turned around, looking at the sleeping man. A frown was plastered on his lips as he exhaled, gently setting Hyunjin back down on a couch. Felix sat beside him, glancing around the floor.

Of course it was going to be bad. He just... didn't expect this. It could've been because he had befriended them all that he expect something, maybe, lighter. But it was more of just the fact that the lingering doubt and betrayal was still there from their lies. That he hoped they'd maybe be a bit merciful for their punishments. But like Jeongin said, it apparently wasn't them who choice the punishments.

But the enjoyed it. That was the worst part.

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Minho was sat next to Changbin as he flipped through a book. Chan was across the room, his eyes fixed the prophecy scroll in front of him.

"Ugh, another useless piece of shit," Changbin grunted, tossing the scroll towards their leader. The redhead's eyes flicked up at Envy, disapproval in his eyes.

"Don't throw," he commanded coldly, "These are precious words."

"Precious my ass, none of these have anything to do with-"

"Will you stop complaining? I haven't seen Felix in about four hours and I think it's stressing me out and stress will give me wrinkles," Minho snapped, his arms grabbing Changbin 's shoulders, "Do you want me to get wrinkles?"

The green haired man looked him up and down before giving a annoyed glare, "Actually, yes."

Pride scoffed, "Dickhead."

Chan's hands froze, "'The fighting will never cease-...'"

"Damn straight it won't because pretty boy over here won't stop worrying about his ugly ass face for five-"

"Shut up!" The redhead growled, his hand slamming against the table, "'The fighting will never cease to exist, yet the war will take a pregnant pause. It's in thine best interest in which years shall take past in the depths of time. Quendecim miliardum milii a year of despair, a year of hardship, a year of loss. Yet, a blessing with fall into the hands on Satan and his children. That blessing is held at high standard, in a fit of apathy, yet hugged with warm of the Lord.

'The one enriched with fall into the devil's hands in a freed temptation. Not under any sign of the influences of the lords, but in affection and treacherous care. The bonds of trust that have been formed under short periods of time bring heartache. To the enchanted one. To the lords. To Hell itself.'

'The enriched will be attached, heavy hearted. The white apparel adorned it's beauty, brightening Hell for the shortest second. The enriched will fall into the hands of wrath itself. The silence would fall into it. Fear would be evident for the special human. Fear is key. With persistent knowledge, the enriched will be of the lords with simple words to be spoken. All of the lords must speak clearly with intentions true to the enriched. There must be no doubt in their mind, of how much care and affection there is for the enriched. It may be a challenge, but the enriched will be privileged greatly from this.'

'Eternal Youth, A Life of a Millennium, True Knowledge. The most important gifts from this. Thus says, the breath will cease with time. The Enriched will be the lords at the simple conclusion. 'Anima tua est aeterna.' Deep thought. Deep relinquishment. The prophecy is said.'"

"... that's all, right?" Changbin muttered out, eyes fixing on Chan, who swallowed, his hands running over the scroll.

"...More appeared. That first part wasn't there before," he breathed out, "...and more is showing up now."

Minho stared, "Okay, am I the only one who doesn't follow because that shit made no sense."

Changbin smacked him on the back of the head, "The prophecy is being rewritten. Essentially, we've received a blessing, aka Felix. Yadda yadda he's the enchantment, until essentially we're at war with Heaven again."

"Fuuuck..." Minho groaned, his hands covering his head.

"I know, right?"

The purplette glanced up, an icy glare on his face, "What? You know that you fucked up my head. Yeah, total asshole move."

Changbin smacked his head again.