Soul Breaker {Kaisoo § Chanbaek}

Chapter 18

Kyungsoo takes the elevator again, pressing the highest button, knowing very well where it will lead him.

Heaven.

He never intended on going there, never believed he deserved a seat at the golden table of paradise. He isn't about to take one now.

Cerberus growls as the doors open, revealing gates of a gigantic size, engraved in Enochian, beautiful images of angels succoring humans. It's a load of bullshit, something Kyungsoo knows to be a lie.

Heaven helps who Heaven wants to help. Humanity in its whole has been damned a long time ago.

All he's interested in is the crack in the strong metal, the gaping hole in the protecting barrier.

The Devil has done this, has broken through light like fire through trees, burning everything in its path, destroying everything it touches.

They step inside and Kyungsoo finally understands the meaning of the word chaos.

Demons are fighting angels and emissaries, a raging battle of light against darkness, a mess of the balance that holds the world together. He doesn't even want to think about the war that must rage on the ground, the waste that must be humanity.

If he's honest with himself, he doesn't really give a fuck.

Heaven, if it was once beautiful, is tainted now. It is dripping blood, quite literally, falling over Kyungsoo's skin and staining his white shirt.

Someone comes to stand before him, someone insignificant. An emissary, a man he is going to slash to pieces. Cerberus growls at his feet, ready to attack the creature threatening him.

"Soul Breaker."

It's all the introduction he gets before they begin to fight. It takes him a minute to decapitate the man, but it's a minute too long, a waste of his precious time.

What he needs is to find the Devil, so he can sink the sword deep in his chest.

He lets Cerberus advance freely, lets it fight whatever it wants while he searches for his own target.

He spots Sehun as he advances, cutting through both emissaries and lower angels, focused on his goal. The fallen angel is fighting exceptionally well, no help needed on his part.

It's not Baekhyun's case.

For all his desire of revenge, Kyungsoo is unable to forget the pain he felt when he watched the brothers die in his dream, the loneliness he experienced, the very emotion he promised himself he would never feel again.

Baekhyun might have killed him, but he was only the instrument. Not the judge, but only the executioner.

He's wounded, fighting a fierce Chanyeol who looks very different from the one he met on the ground, the one he kept trapped in Hell.

Whatever restraint Chanyeol had, it's long forgotten now.

He's holding Baekhyun's throat, his body not touching the ground as he tries to slip out of the death grip the angel has on him.

It pisses Kyungsoo off because he's the only one who's authorized to kill the fallen angel if he ever becomes too annoying, and Chanyeol will not steal his privilege.

He's also kind of attached to the small man but it's not something he's quite ready to admit.

"Hey, Chanyeol! Why don't you pick on someone your own size?!" Kyungsoo aggressively screams to his back.

The angel whirls around and he releases Baekhyun, eyes finding Kyungsoo's. "You're hardly my size, Soul Breaker."

Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and sights. It's only a turn of phrase, but it appears angels are oblivious to human language. He's also a little relieved Baekhyun is okay, even if he is lying on the floor coughing blood.