"I'm sorry Chanyeol."
Hearing this, Chanyeol swiftly turns to Baekhyun. His eyes widen as he sees Baekhyun with a gun in hand pointed at him, and soon hears a loud echo as he pulls the trigger.
Chanyeol drops to the floor, blood pouring from the back of his head as Baekhyun slumps to the ground, staring at the gun in hand and reasoning why he did what he did — he didn't want to die here right? But he loved Chanyeol. What possessed him to do it? — Baekhyun acted on impulse, that's all he knows. He registers what he did and rushes to Chanyeol kneeling beside him, begging him to wake up.
The light in Chanyeol's eyes go out as the words sound from the intercom: "And the winner of this round is participant 1206, Byun Baekhyun."
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"Where am I?" Chanyeol thinks as he registers his parched throat. He doesn't make an attempt to open his eyes as soon as he gains conscious thought. After a few seconds though, his eyes snap open once the memories hit him like a train.
"Baekhyun shot me?" Chanyeol moves his arm to feel for the wound not believing his memories. But unfortunately the scab on the center of his forehead proves his memories right.
"I thought he loved me... why would he do that? I was willing to give up everything for him. I would've killed myself to let him be free..." In the middle of his thoughts Chanyeol comes to register his surroundings. There's nothing but a vast desert of red, or at least that's what it looks like. If he squints he would be able to see a city of sorts with a palace protruding out the center.
He tries to get himself off the ground, but as he does so, a tiny whirlwind forms and in no time a man in black clothes materializes in front of him.
"Well hello there Chanyeol! I was waiting for you," the man says as he walks toward Chanyeol and hooks a finger under his chin, examining Chanyeol's face.
"My my, what a mark you have on your forehead. It must've hurt huh?" The man swipes a finger across the mark and a pentagram forms, almost burning into Chanyeol's head, making him whimper.
"Wh-where am... I? And who are you?" Chanyeol finally finds his voice, though it comes off coarse from the lack of use.
"Oh honey, you're in Hell!! Doesn't it look wonderful? And I'm the King of Hell!!"
"Lucifer?"
"No honey, it's Sehun! I killed that bitch a while back!" Chanyeol nods but he's confused nonetheless.
"Isn't Lucifer supposed to be immortal?" Chanyeol thinks but doesn't ask.
"Well, what you heard on Earth is bullshit. He isn't immortal since I killed him already." Chanyeol startles.
"Did I say that out loud?"
"No Chanyeol, you didn't. I read your mind. Don't worry you'll get used to it. Come along now let me show you around."
With a snap of his fingers Sehun manages to teleport Chanyeol and himself to his kingdom.
"Well, you see, Hell isn't as bad as it is talked about on Earth. But then again there are better places to be than in Hell, like Heaven for example."
"But wait, how did I end up here?"
"Well, if the people you killed isn't an indicator, then I don't know what is. It was fun to see the lights in your eyes go out as your husband shot you though. That has only happened a few many times."
"Fiancé. Not husband."
"It's the same thing," Sehun says nonchalantly as he walks into his palace dragging Chanyeol along.
"Where are you taking me?"
"You ask a lot of questions, don't you? Well anyways I like you Chanyeol you could do well working for me. How about that?"
"I don't know... your a demon and I wouldn't be helping myself by working for you."
"Oh honey, I think you got it wrong. You killed people. There isn't any redemption for you. You'll be stuck here for all of eternity until killed under circumstances you don't need to know. So you don't have to worry about tainting your soul any more than you have. So here is my proposition. You work for me as a soul reaper, and whenever you want you can see that little twink you were going to marry. How about that?"
"Hey! He isn't a twink..."
"Wow! He killed you in cold blood and now you're defending him. You've reached a new low Chanyeol. Anyways, so what will it be?"
"I mean... umm... I'll- I'll take it."
"Well then here's your room. Happy haunting your lover!!"
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It has been a year since Baekhyun made it out of that sick game, but life hasn't been easy on him. It's obviously due to the fact that he killed his fiancé, Chanyeol, in cold blood. And not a month from that day, he was diagnosed with chronic depression.
Baekhyun is haunted each and every day by the sin he committed, it was his own fiancé. There was another way, they could have ended their lives together but Baekhyun was too selfish and ended up killing the love of his life, who now doesn't fail to haunt him each passing moment. It's like Chanyeol's still there, trying to get his revenge. And Baekhyun is almost convinced of it. It can't just be hallucinations can it?
Chanyeol has been keeping a close eye on Baekhyun. He does lurk around his room. But Baekhyun doesn't know that. He only thinks of Chanyeol as hallucinations. But it's been Chanyeol for a while now, who lurks when Baekhyun sleeps, haunting the human's dreams and watches in pleasure as Baekhyun jumps up from his sleep due to the constant nightmares. Chanyeol has done, and is doing a great job at making Baekhyun suffer. And the reaper doesn't miss a single day of torturing Baekhyun. He's waiting for a time when he can take Baekhyun away and make him truly suffer for what he did.
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Game Over, With Hell To Pay
FanfictionStuck in a maze for the enjoyment of the damned, Chanyeol and Baekhyun - soon to commit to each other till death do they part - have to kill their way out. But in the maze, they realize: Will they truly be free once out of this sick game?