Angel ✦ Nomin

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⊱ ───── { Jeno } ───── ⊰

"That son of a bitch set me up!" Jeno bellows with a deep growling voice.

Jeno knew for a fact Xiao had lured Jaemin to the cemetery so he could witness Jeno at his worst. He didn't know how, but that wasn't important right now. He did it, and now Jaemin was utterly terrified of him. He's terrified and trapped down in Hell with Xiao, his father, and a near infinite amount of demons that would take advantage of him in any way they can.

Oh god he hoped Xiao wouldn't let them near him. If he manages to get even one little scratch-

Jeno punches his wall with so much force that he breaks a hole in the plaster. He punches the wall again and again and again until someone grabs his arm and yanks him back.

"Woahwoahwoahwoah. What's going on?"

Jeno snaps his head around to glare at whoever it was that stopped him.

Chenle.

"Fuck off!" he snaps as he jerks his hand away.

"Jeno, your hand is-"

"I don't fucking care!" Jeno punches his wall for the sixth time.

A loud crack sounds out just before Jeno lets out a deep, distorted howl of anger. He cups his right hand in his left, babying it for a moment before looking at the damage.

His knuckles are bleeding with dust from the plaster covering his hand in a thin layer. Skin around the wounds is scratched up and peeling. His index finger is starting to look discoloured with hues of plum and maroon around a disfigured portion of his finger between his second and third knuckle.

"Are you okay?" Chenle gasps.

"Go away before I break your fingers," Jeno snarls.

At this, Chenle's face transitions from worrisome to a dark glare. His brow lowers and his eyes narrow as they shimmer with a bright violet colour.

"Is that any way to speak to the love of your best friend's life?" Chenle asks, his voice changing from the usual soft, gentle sound to something a bit deeper, "What do I have to do for some respect around here?"

Chenle's head begins to twitch. Then it starts to shake. Then vibrate. Soon, his body begins moving in jerky motions as small crackling sounds begin to fill the air upon each movement. When it ceases, his father stands in front of him.

"Do I have to be your father to get some respect?" he asks as Jeno watches on in complete horror.

His body begins moving once again with the ear-piercing cracking noises causing Jeno to wince.

"Or maybe..." the movements stop and a healthy, pink-haired Jaemin stands before him, a bright, toothy smile on his face. But his eyes are purple. Despite the sound of his voice and the perfectly replicated appearance, this was not Jaemin. Jeno knew that. Though it tore him apart to recall how Jaemin really looks.

"Maybe I have to be Jaemin. Is that what you want?" he hums as he wraps his arms around Jeno's neck and leans in close.

He brushes his lips against Jeno's. Jeno doesn't fight it. His mind is clouded, his heart aching for Jaemin.

"I can be anything you want me to be," Jaemin whispers. His tongue traces Jeno's bottom lip, and Jeno shuts his eyes in response. "I accept you for who you are. You don't have to hide it. Isn't that what you want: for me to accept you?"

Jaemin's lips ghost Jeno's jawline for a moment before moving up and attaching to his lips. They move in sync, and nearly every thought in Jeno's head vanishes at the feeling.

All except one.

Jaemin's kiss isn't sweet or soft. It's rough and lust-filled. This causes a fire to ignite deep in Jeno's chest. One that he can't ignore. He shoves Jaemin off of him and snarls at him.

"You're not Jaemin. You could never be him," he curls his hands up into fists.

"Really, now?" he cocks his head slightly, a wicked grin slowly forming on his face, "Is this not real enough for you?"

Jaemin's head jerks swiftly to the side, and when he turns back, Jeno is met with the sight of himself. His own face stares back at him with a wicked smirk and glowing purple eyes.

"It was real enough for Jaemin," he chuckles deeply.

Jeno's expression instantly falls.

Everything suddenly clicks for Jeno. The bite mark on Jaemin's lip. It must've been him. He's been with Jaemin when Jeno wasn't around. Jeno briefly questions if Jaemin was aware of this or not but dismisses this as a thought to ponder later.

"What are you? Who are you?" Jeno bombards him as he uses every ounce of his willpower to not choke him out.

"I'm whatever my victims want me to be. I have no name. Not anymore," he replies calmly, "But I have to say, you made Jaemin such an easy target. With how much you ignored him and pushed him away for the sake of hiding your little secret, he was one of the neediest creatures I ever got the chance to consume. It was too bad, though. Kissing him was enough to nearly kill him, but I was only allowed to weaken him. It was quite a struggle to not go about my favorite feeding method with him."

Jeno grabs him by the throat and slams him against the wall, unable to control himself, anymore.

"Tell me where Xiao is or I'll tear your fucking throat out."

"He's...in...Hell...remember?"

"I asked where!" Jeno slams him hard against the wall, again.

"The...eighth...level."

"Is Chenle there too?"

"Yes."

Jeno tightens his hold on the incubus' throat with his uninjured hand, taking pleasure out of hearing it choke and sputter for air. He abruptly lets go, his teeth clenched tightly.

"Mark!" Jeno yells out.

"You...you can't...talk...with him...right...right now," the incubus coughs, "Xiao...s-sent...demons...to...to keep them...busy."

"Fuck!" Jeno growls, "Then I guess we're going to have to make a trip to go see them."

"We?"

"We," Jeno deadpans.