Book 1: Seven Demons' Sins (BTS FanFiction)

Episode 27: Taste Of Hell

Episode 27: T a s t e O f H e l l

"I couldn't do it," I whispered out with the best acting I could muster up. According to V, he'd do better if the rest of his brothers also believed that Envy still possessed him. "I nearly died in the process." That wasn't all a lie now.

"As I said. It was and is still a crazy plan." Jin sighed.

"So now what?" Jungkook asked with a slight tone of terror in his voice. "What do we just sit around here waiting for? They...they've been in the black water for almost a week now!"

"What do you want to do?" Namjoon snapped at him. He was getting easily irritated these days. "We do what we've always done. Stay loyal to them until something works out."

"But it never worked out, brother!" Jungkook doubted him. "When did it work out in the past! The only thing that happened was us getting trapped by the Holy Trinity! Brother, I don't want that. I have nightmares every time I close my eyes," Jungkook widened his eyes and hugged himself. "I hate it."

I looked at their grim face with a little bit if guilt and then spoke up. "Uh, sorry, but what exactly did the Holy Trinity do?" They gave me the same look V gave me when I asked about the asylum. A look of pure danger geared towards me and ready to unleash if I didn't stop asking right now. "Okay, alright. You don't have to tell me." I nodded, placing my hands out with surrender as I glanced around at their solemn faces. "Uh, I'll go now..." I turned to the door and left the room, closing it behind me with a heavy sigh. Well, the lie was finally said. Now it was time to deal with how exactly V was supposed to outsmart Lust.

"Do you want to know?"

I nearly had a heart attack when J-hope appeared in front of me.

"What?" How did he get here so quickly?

"About the angels. What they did to us. Why we got stuck here?" He smiled. I always thought it was because they're the originators of the seven sins, but never did it really occur to me to pry into the origins of their sins. J-hope was offering to tell me that and I couldn't help but give him a slight nod.

He took a step closer and reached out to me. "Do you mind?" He glanced down at my chest.

"What?" I blinked like an idiot.

"I need access to your soul."

"Oh..." I nodded. "Okay."

He closed his eyes and placed one finger against the center of my chest. I blinked and suddenly found myself in a dark hallway alone with the seven colored doors.

"Look into them and you will see a glimpse of the truth but do not enter the rooms." J-hope's voice echoed in my head. I glanced around me, but he wasn't there.

Hesitantly, I approached the first door that was near me. Jungkook's.

When I turned the knob, I saw him sitting on a stool and peacefully painting. My blood ran cold when I saw what he was painting with. Women and old men were sitting around on the wooden chair. Their sleeves were rolled up and underneath their hovered arms were buckets filling up with the blood that was seeping out of their slit wrists. None of them seemed to be aware of what was happening. In fact, they were all smiling at Jungkook as if they were under some kind of enchanted spell.