Exhale ⤫ Park Jisung

⤫1.4

Jisung can go demon on me anyday like throw me into fire and kill me plss

anyway
Yeah that was about it

Shock still infiltrated her system, standing there with her eyes trained on the spot Satan's son stood a few seconds ago.

Jeno let out a soft sigh at the thought of the young demon and shook his head to rid the distraction.
"Are you okay?" Jeno asked the girl, putting a warm hand on her shoulder and his eyes glanced worriedly into hers.

"What did he say? Half something, what did he mean?" Chaerin asked, mulling over her thoughts outloud with her eyebrows furrowed down. Then, she turned to the angel.

"What did he mean?" She questioned him, Jeno's eyes flickered away from her curious and demanding eyes- Adams apple bobbing nervously.

It was as if it was planned, panicked yells sounded through the air and his eyes darted up to it.
A man, holding a handbag running down the street with a distraught woman after him.

Jeno's eyes turned into a honey gold, the aura around him becoming light as he readied himself.
"Get home safely." He said before he too evaporated into white smoke- starting a new mission.

"What- Jeno wait!" She called out, taking a step forward but there was no use as she was left alone at the bridge.

"Shit." She hissed quietly, reaching up to clasp a hand over her head which still throbbed painfully- the heat of his hand lingered and a heaved sigh escaped her lips- letting her hands fall to her sides.

This couldn't be good, not when Satan's son now had a burning hatred towards her.

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The air was hot, thick with the darkness that loomed and the 17 year old boy walked through the flames that stood as gates.

He felt nothing, the fire oddly soothing against his skin and he walked further into the gates, now entering his homeland- well let's just say it wasn't heaven.

It was what Humans called the underworld, sliding off his leather sleek black gloves and throwing them into the unknown as he ventured deeper.

"I'm home, where are the disappointments?" Jisung smirked humoured as his eyes landed on his two best friends.

"Fuck off dickhead." Renjun snarled, hunched over the game controller with an angry Donghyuck next to him.

"Are you fucking kidding me! I was clearly winning you idiot, I'll rip your wings off I swear-"
"Do it then! You pussy!" Renjun argued back challengingly.

Jisung rolled his eyes, walking over to the kitchen and yanked the fridge open, every movement sharp yet the way he moved was languid.

"Kill anyone today?" Renjun asked, not bothering to look back.
"Hm, no." Jisung replied, weaving through the dark furniture. "Found the half blood though."

"And you didn't kill her?"
"Don't think she's 18 yet." He chuckled deeply. "Well, neither am i, I suppose."
"Imagine being half demon half- ah I can't even say it." Renjun shivered.
"Angel." Donghyuck deadpanned.
"Yeah that."

"Strange though, she didn't know she was half blood."
"What a dense girl, hanging around with humans really knocks off your braincells."
"So does hanging around with you lowlifes." Jisung retorted.

"Did she have wings? I wonder what they look like." Donghyuck voiced.
"Well if she doesn't know she's half blood then she's not going to know how to activate her powers you dumb shit."

"Hey!, I'm older than you!" Donghyuck exclaimed and Jisung shrugged, sauntering out of the room.
"I'm more powerful though."

"He's got a point."

Renjun grinned as Donghyuck stared at him blankly before shutting his eyes in anger.
"I swear I will actually snap your neck."
"Go on then seeing as you're full of threats right now."

Jisung had grown up with the two older boys, them becoming almost family as they were cast aside as dangerous, reckless and brutal murderers.

Creatures of fire, fuelled by anger and a white hot rage which amplified their drive to kill.
That was their only purpose, at least that's what Jisung forced himself to believe.

Because ever since he was young, the demon was indoctrinated by everyone around him to believe he was a creature of evil which could never feel the euphoria of love or happiness.