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CONTINUATION —
the boys continued their lives and years passed.
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JIN _________________
I smiled at the two names besides each other over our new bed. the letters were written in gold. The bed was made out of wood and was colored in a beautiful matte black color as the blood red bed sheets complimented the dark surroundings very well. The walls in the room were grey and the curtains were gold detailed. The scenery was what I lived for. The fire everywhere. 0 The fire was the "grass" of our world. The threes were made out of large flames. Our lakes out of lava. The weather was really hot. I was describing the scenery down in hell.
I had been kept up in my cell for a whole year after the tear mission. Without my Joon. I didn't know back then but he was back in magic shop to participate in their evil games. When I found out, we were both years older than before and we were both brought down here to hell, cause of that being the simple fact that we had done something evil. Me and Joon remember nothing. Ken explained it all. I had killed Joon. A mission called tear being the cause of that. Joon had killed someone's mother. A mission called lost was the cause of that. People down here in hell respected us.
"you two are so evil together. Work perfectly"
I didn't understand a jack shit. But with time, and by that I mean years, passing by, I got used to the treatment. Me and Joon had become Ken's right and left hands. But since Ken was a demon and me and Joon were dead, things were a little more exciting for Ken and Joon and I could be kept in our bedroom for months. Today. I was quite happy. I got our customized bed made by two twins living nearby. They were demons, ugh, and got the power to build stuff, as soon as they turned eighteen. Which was, today.
As I got the power from them to move the bed into mine and Joon's shared room, here I was standing, with a smile plastered on my face. It might have looked like a smirk, you just learnt the way to make everything seem devilish here in hell, with a better name called tear. It was built inside of our dead brains. Two quite muscular tanned arms wrapped around my waist as a familiar person shoved his cute nose into my neck. My arms, by instinct, went up to his hands and held them as my smile grew.
"How's my evil prince doing?"
A smug chuckle made its way out of my lips as he snuggled his face against the crook of my neck, tickling the heck out of me.
