The Angel's Paradise. ( Saeran x MC )

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"Alright, lets just start you of small, princess." The man mumbled to the passed out lady in the chair ahead of him, injecting a small needle in her arm, removing it as he finished injecting the liquids, "With this, you can finally start to understand me," He looked at her, a small frown on his face as he took a strand of her hair in his fingers like he had done the previous day.

"He didn't deserve you," He said softly, "That bastard..he just has to have everything." The man set a dampened cloth on the arm he had just put a needle in and then stood up. As Saeran looked at the set-up around him, he recalled it feeling similar..He had never persuaded someone using these types of drugs before, but like a sense of deja vu, he had felt like he could see flashing images of a needle and the chair.

Remembering who he really was, he looked at the woman in distaste. He noticed a change in himself because of her, and she had not even done anything consciously to cause it.

As he turned his back, the door to the room opened and he glared at who entered. "Messenger," one of the disciples had said to him, "The savior requests your presence." Saeran walked past the disciple with no other acknowledgement than a harsh look in the eyes as he closed the woman's cell door and locked it. He then rushed to the throne room, not daring to keep his saviour waiting.

"Ah, Saeran. You haven't been doing anything with that girl, have you?" His holiness had said the moment she laid her eyes on him, looking down at him from where she sat, high and mighty. He shook his head vigorously, and she continued on, "You know she's filth anyway. She can not be saved, I don't get why you need her to bring down him."

Somewhere in him, he didn't feel right. His saviour insisting that MC couldn't be saved. Years of trust and faith in Her dissipated that feeling though,  and as if his medicine was kicking in, he was reminded that it was Saeyoung who betrayed him, not his Savior. He had no reason to doubt her yet. "This is all for Mint Eye," he had reminded her, "I would never do anything but if not for the cause of Magenta."

The Savior smirked in satisfaction, "Good," She uncrossed her arms and stood up, "How is her progress going? After all, it must be done quickly so she can return as our pet."

Saeran thought back to just a few moments ago, when he had injected her, and the dose he had given her. "It's going wonderfully," Saeran insisted, lying, "Her mentality is breaking easier than I've thought." Even though Saeran spoke the words she had wanted, the blonde standing in front of him glared harshly. 

"What was that?" She seethed, and Saeran looked at her with wide eyes, noticing that she looked near insane. He began to stutter out a question of what she meant, and he didn't even know why he was stuttering, but his Savior cut him off, "What was that hesitation? Are you lying to me Saeran?"

He opened to his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. No matter how hard he tried, he could never remember the Savior looking like this; driven wild like a rabid animal. It nearly struck fear in him and he had no clue why.

All of a sudden, Rika grabbed him by his arm with a harsh, tight grip. "Are you fading?" She asked, peering straight in to his eyes. She was silent for a while, as if she was searching for a kind of clue on his face. As if she found it, she let go and crossed her eyes, calming her expression. "Saeran, I think you need to take your medicine."

Unlike anytime before, Saeran refused, a great tremble in his voice. "What? But, Savior I," He paused, having no legitimate reason to not take them, but something was just telling him not to.

'This, this isn't paradise,' He told himself, 'This doesn't feel right, this isn't making me happy. Why is Savior like this?'

Taken aback, Rika looked at him for a few seconds, and then became harsh again, "And what right do you have to say no? You want to be happy don't you?! Are you trying to make me feel like this? Are you purposely trying to ruin everything I've worked for?!" She  retorted, nearly screaming the words out in frustration.

"No!" Saeran had shouted back, then lowering his voice. "I just, this doesn't feel right!" At this point, Saeran felt like he could feel his whole perfect world crumbling. He had such an uneasy feeling in his stomach, like something bad was going to happen if he didn't begin to comply. Almost as if some unknown part of his brain had felt this before.

Rika stared at him for just a few more moments in anger before suddenly lashing out, "Men!" She yelled, and at that very moment four faithful followers of the Savior appeared directly behind Saeran, "Give this ungrateful brat his medicine!"

Just as she uttered those last words, two men took Saerans arms and he began to act on reflex, thrashing and screaming as the Savior glared down at him and they began to take him away.

"Make it a double dosage!" She yelled behind them, turning her back and going to sit on her throne. Rubbing her forehead with an angry frown still on her face, she sighed.

From many rooms away, struggling could still be heard, along with the ocassional scream of help. The Savior knew the job had been done the moment the struggling had stopped all at once, and she finally felt relieved.

The followers again returned and the deep voice of one began to speak, "It has been done, my lord," The man exclaimed as he bowed down to her with the others, "He had passed out the moment we administrated the pills, now please excuse us."

With a shooing motion of her hand, the 4 disciples left, and Rika could be calm once again. She told herself she couldn't let this happen anymore. If need be, she would have to get rid of Saeran.