EXO One Shots (OT12)

Chen - Angels and Demons

The winged beings threw me down to the ground, then locked my own wings together with shackles. I hissed at them, trying as much as I could to get away from them, but they would just throw me right back. I watched as one of the feather-winged came toward me, then slapped me across the face. I spat blood, feeling some drip down the side of my mouth.

Who knew angels could have such a cruel side to them.

"Y/N." A voice boomed from in front of me. I glared up at the angel whose voice called to me. "You are here because you are accused of trespassing. We demand to know why you, a demon, have come to our lands."

I grinned, my teeth turning sharp to go better with the red stains in my mouth. "You demand, but ask yourself, why should I do as I'm told?"

"You are in trial! Answer!"

I spat, a spot of dark red splashing in front of the angel's feet. I looked at him in the eyes, still grinning. "There's my answer... Your Highness." I laughed, my head going back.

I felt something sharp at my throat, and froze, my expression changing to a sneer.

"Answer us, or you will no longer see the light of day again."

I chuckled. "There are two things wrong with that sentence."

"And what's that, demon?"

"One, do you think I look forward to seeing the light of day?" I smirked. "No. I look forward to the darkness of the night."

"And two?"

"Do you really think that I am afraid of dying, angel?"

***

I sat in the corner of my cell, staring thoughtlessly at the pearl white ceiling. My ankles were chained to the wall, along with my wings, only giving me ten feet to walk. The whole cell was white, even the chains. It was sickening. I was brought bread and water for meals, but they would only rot in the corner opposite of me.

"Do they forget that angels and demons are counterparts, or do they mock me?" I mumbled under my breath, though I couldn't help but smirk. Besides, do they expect me to die of starvation? I scoffed. What a joke. All of them.

I heard the locks to my prison click, then the door opening, but I didn't bother looking over.

"You angels do not seem to realize that my meals don't consist of bread and water, and that starvation means nothing to me."

"Lucky for you, your menu is different today." A sweet voice said.

Intrigued, I looked over to the source of the voice. In his hand, he held a bowl of... meat. I almost threw myself at him, the smell entering my system, but I sat still, instead looking at the carrier of my meal.

He was different. I couldn't say why, he just was. I had seen angels with wings more impressive than his, with gold in them, while his seemed plain. I had seen angels with better style than him, a better attempt at a sweet smile than him...

And yet, he was different.

"May I?" He asked, gesturing to me. I raised an eyebrow.

"May you what?"

"Come to you."

I scoffed. "And why would you want to do that?

He shrugged. "Why not? You haven't done anything wrong other than trespass, but that shouldn't mean you deserve to be left to rot in this cell, like your untouched food, or that death should take you instead."

"Let me say this again. I do not fear death." I grinned proudly, continuing, "I serve death."

"Serving it doesn't mean you do not fear it."

My expression changed. "Who are you." It was no question. I was demanding to know. He really wasn't like other angels.

"May I?" He asked again, gesturing to me.

I rolled my eyes, looking away. "Do as you like."

I heard the echo of his footsteps on the tiles, and then watched him take a seat on the ground in front of me. He handed the bowl to me. Looking at him carefully, I took it.

"To answer your question, they call me Chen."

***

"I have a question." I stated, looking in Chen's eyes as he sat opposite of me, like he always did.

"What is it?"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why come see me? Why be so nice to me? Why trust me to the point of sitting in front of me, leaving the gate wide open?"

"You couldn't escape even if you tried. If you were to break out of the chains, you'd have too many guards after you. I'm not as nice as I seem. I am a guard, after all."

"True enough. But why come see me in the first place?"

He sighed, then looked away. "I have a certain.... Interest in you."

"Define interest."

"Well, there's interest as in I'm curious about you. In truth, demons intrigue me." He looked back to me as he spoke.

"And?"

"And, there's... a love interest."

I snorted. "Surely you aren't here for the second one." He looked at me thoughtfully, then smiled. I felt my heart beat faster as my laughter died down. "Oh please." I snickered. "That's quite a joke, I'll admit. I didn't think you angels were capable of lies such as that."

He took one of my hands in his. "Angels don't lie."

I froze, finding myself gazing into his eyes. "I- I apologize..." I muttered.

"I never thought I'd hear a demon apologize. He smiled, then moved a strand of hair from my face, resting his hand on my cheek. He brought his face closer to mine, then whispered, "May I?"

"We shouldn't. You know this. You could get killed for it."

"Nice to know you care." He teased. "I have six words to say, three for the angels and three for you."

"To the angels?"

"I. Don't. Care."

"And to me?"

He pecked my lips. "I love you."