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“What was it like?” The skinny of the two asks Jungkook, breaking his thoughts of the previous night in a hurry. His silver cat-like eyes watch Jungkook with mild amusement, trying to break the ice. He wished they were this friendly to start out instead of torturing his pink-hued princess.
“What was what like?” Jungkook narrows his amber eyes in disdain at the two employees from the middle realm across the way.
“Well, changing an angel of course! Could you visibly see her come to the dark side?” The skinny one touches her soft tresses of wings, angering Jungkook beyond belief that he wasn’t handling her with more care. The pink print across her cheek and dried blood on her face evidently clear of that.
“Why do you want to know?” Jungkook growls, eyes flashing red to the duo in warning.
“C’mon!” The talker, Bambam, Jungkook thinks his name is, is sincerely excited, waving his hands about as he speaks, all feeling of calculated malicious intent is out the window of the sleek sedan. “Changing an angel is incredibly rare! I’ve only seen it happen a handful of times and I’m older than most of the people in this hellish place. The big guy in the sky has lost two in the span of a few months now - I bet he’s feeling all bent out of shape about being betrayed so many times.” He nods his head up and down several times, silver eyes lit with something wild in them.
“Oh, you mean Park Jimin hasn’t been with the devil that long?” Jungkook questions, only being hired into the job a few weeks ago, replacing a woman named Lilith, or so he’s been told.
“No, but he’s his prized possession, never going anywhere without his crimson-winged trophy,” Bambam explains as the bigger man nods along now with the smaller man’s words. “C’mon spill! Did you see her change color while you were inside of her?” The skinny man was asking Jungkook as if they’d been friends for lifetimes over. These men were so confusing.
“…I did yes.” The demon sighs out, wanting nothing more than this conversation to end once and for all.
“Nice one, man!” The silver eyed man shoots Jungkook a thumbs up, cracking a wide smile. He looks over at the taller one who gives him a wide simper of his own.
“So, where are we going?” Jungkook tries to pry now that everyone is more comfortable with each other.
“To Limbo of course! Home sweet home!” Bambam leans back in his seat, putting both of his palms behind his head, smiling to the ceiling.
“And the gatekeeper wants to meet with us?” Jungkook prompts one, lifting one of his brows with his question.
“No, boss just sent us over. We got a call from her God this morning wanting us to retrieve you and the angel for him. Probably because the only place where you all can meet is in the waiting room.” The taller one nods again, genuine smiles morphing into ones of misplaced glee for some reason. The boiling blood of Jungkook’s demon skin gets a chill, a shiver running through the expanse of his body, making this car ride turn sour all over again. “Looks like your damnation is about to be a living, terrifying hell now.” The fashionable man explains to Jungkook with a cheshire cat gleam in his sparkling silver eyes.
