WONTAEK DRABBLES.

(45) Demon's Angel.

Angel. That's what Taekwoon was. One of the most purest angels in all of the Heaven's. His wings weren't pure white like most angels. His were cream colored and was tinted a soft pink in the edges of the feathers. It was absolutely breathtaking and beautiful.

Not many had wings like Taekwoon since the angel was special. Only the most purest and most kindness angels had such beautiful wings. Taekwoon had both features of purity and kindness, never been exposed to worlds of hate and deceit.

He was untainted.

A sweet, gentle soul who offered help to anyone, be it children, the homeless or even the elderly. He was respectful and carried out his tasks dutifully without complain. All angels, even the ruler among them, adored Taekwoon.

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Demon. That's exactly who Wonshik was. The most cruel and sadistic demon the Underworld had ever laid eyes on. Non were to madden him or go against his orders and commands. He was part of the army that captured Angels and tortured each and every one of them for valid information. The Demon enjoyed this with a sickening smile, listening to the screams and twists of wet flesh as if it were music to his ears.

He was absolutely gruesome.

All demons feared him. Heck, even the ruler of the underworld shook like a pathetic dog under his feet. They would gladly lick his shoes and call it a privilege. His wings were pure black, inky darkness surrounding him. They were scaly and like dragon's wings, spiked at the edges. The short, black horns on his head add to his demon effect. They curled upwards and inwards, glinting maliciously.

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Taekwoon hummed happily as he sat among the cluster of fluffy clouds, cupping handfuls of soft plumes and tossing them playfully. His wing feathers ruffled and reflected the soft sunlight, illuminating his most prettiest features beautifully.

His skin glowed with the sunlight reflecting off his pure white frame, giving it a radiant glimmer. His skin looked like cream milk mixed into pure bees honey. His soft blue eyes shone like sapphires, putting the jewels to shame. His light blonde hair was now ruffled, bangs falling over his eyes, brushing against his long lashes.

He was adorned in a silk white blouse, the fabric billowing out and settling gently against his torso once the wind settled. The sleeves were long and bell shaped, the strings of the blouse loosely wrapped around his neck. Along with it, he wore long, white trousers, the pant leg stopping at right above his ankle. His feet were bare, the skin soft and pink.

His wings were relaxed and settled around him, the angel comfortably cocooned in a mass of cream colored and soft pink feathers.

The Angel looked over the border where darkness started, thick black forest vines curling out , sharp-teeth like-thorns embedded in their black vines. They appeared as if they would just tear his wings off with ease. Taekwoon shuddered, that wasn't a very pleasant thought to dwell on.

Taekwoon stood up and carefully flew his way to the edge of the forest. He was curious to know what laid beyond the vines. All angels were forbidden from entering, but Taekwoon couldn't help his curiosity.

The angel cautiously stepped inside and immediately, coldness greeted him, wrapping around his lithe frame. He shivered, his wings on instinct enclosing around him to keep him warm. Taking a deep breath, he walked further inside, looking around the dark mass of thorns.

The forest did look a little beautiful if you observed carefully. The minimum sunlight reflected of the dark surfaces, causing the branches to shine. A mist hovered around the forest, making it seem a little identical to clouds.

This place was the barrier between Heaven and Hell. The forbidden forest.

Taekwoon walked in, wings fluttering curiously. His feet were slightly stained with a little mud since he was walking on the dirt.