Wooyoung survived his encounter with the angel, but he needed a long time to recover. After his friends found him, they brought him home to his terrified parents to nurse him back to full health, but Wooyoung didn't explain what happened to anyone for weeks. He ignored all questions and dodged their eyes whenever he needed to leave his room. Too worried to nag him, his parents endured it and allowed him shelter.

Nobody knew what had happened, but he felt they did. Their judgmental eyes bore into his skin and mocked his defeat.

Wooyoung couldn't look at his parents or friends and neither could he look at himself. He avoided all mirrors and lay curled in his bed for days, barely moving to survive.

His friends were going crazy with concern, but his heart remained cold to their pleas to see him. Soon, it was time to move into the dormitory of the academy. The weeks passed in a flash and soon his summer break was over. Wooyoung should have spent the time working ahead on his study materials, but he couldn't get himself to anything. In the few hours of sleep he found, the mocking visage of the angel plagued him.

Wooyoung sincerely wished him hell and worse whenever his body writhed in need and all it could think of was that bastard's touch.

Wooyoung moved out of home and hugged his parents goodbye. They were worried about letting him go with his empty gaze, but they promised he could come back any time. Thus, Wooyoung slinked off to his dorm.

He shared his room with Seonghwa, so dodging his questions became impossible. But after two months of recovery, Wooyoung was ready to talk. Though shaken to the core, he knew his priority needed to be his studies. Gradually, his flame sparked anew, and it was more hateful than ever.

He would become the most spiteful of villains. And he would have his revenge on that dastardly angel, even if he needed to raze down the entire heavenly kingdom.

Seonghwa was quiet when he helped Wooyoung arrange his luggage in the room, but Wooyoung saw the upset brimming in his eyes. His friends knew the angels were at fault, were frustrated that they turned Wooyoung into a mindless doll. But they couldn't fathom the entire truth.

The night before their first class, when both of them lay snuggled in bed and Seonghwa cosied up in his silken sheets, Wooyoung opened his mouth after an eternity. His usually merry tone was dulled to a croak.

"Thank you for taking care of me." He didn't just mean Seonghwa. He included Yunho, Mingi, his parents and even their worried neighbours. Yet Seonghwa breathed a sigh of relief. It was the first time in a long while that he heard the voice of his best friend.

"Are you back?" He whispered into the twilight of their room. The perpetual red light from hell crept through the curtains to douse the chamber in its faint hue.

Wooyoung turned his head to look at his friend. Seonghwa's horns framed his face sweetly and his dumb, doe eyes sparkled at Wooyoung, full of hope.

His guilt didn't allow Wooyoung to mope any longer. He needed to become stronger. And he needed to have his revenge.

"Perhaps not quite, but... I'm trying," Wooyoung whispered back. He was scared to be dropped now that they no longer needed to take care of him, but Seonghwa had always been his gentlest and closest friend. Even in the dark, Wooyoung saw him smile.

"That's a relief. Tell me if you need any help," he offered, and a weight lifted off Wooyoung's heart. He could apologise to Yunho and Mingi later. They would understand. And Yunho - in case he faulted himself for daring Wooyoung - could rest his conscience.

After another moment of silence, the two lay awake. Seonghwa was too wired now to fall asleep.

When he spoke up, his voice was reluctant.

"What... what happened to you, Woo? On that day?"

Wooyoung's silence lasted so long that Seonghwa gave it up and turned to face the wall. He was almost asleep by the time Wooyoung choked out his reply.

"An angel raped me," he breathed, confirming their fear. His unseeing eyes stared at the ceiling while Seonghwa stiffened.

"He was the most wretched of their kin. Forcing me down to have his way. I hated every second."

Wooyoung gulped. The ugly truth festered in his heart, but he kept it locked away in a cage. No one could ever know. He needed to get rid of that angel and carry the secret to his grave.

"I need to become the worst of all demons. I will kill him. No, I won't. I will keep him alive and torment him until eternity."

Seonghwa sat up in bed. His body hesitated to come over and hug Wooyoung. Weak, the smaller demon touched his tail to his abdomen. It burnt as if it felt the traces of the angel he scrubbed away time and time again with increasing frenzy.

"I'm so sorry, Woo," Seonghwa whispered, voice breaking with emotion.

Wooyoung turned to the wall.

"Let's not talk about it anymore. I will get back at him. One day."

Starting tomorrow, he would train harder than ever before. He would gobble up book after book and learn from the worst. That angel would kneel one day and he would be a fool how Wooyoung became his fool.

The spark returned to Wooyoung's soul and ignited it with determination. As he rested as much as he could before his long day, the visage of the angel kept flashing in his mind, handsome but ever so mocking as he haunted Wooyoung into his sleep.

-

With the strap of his bag clutched in his hand, Wooyoung marvelled up at the towering academy. It was a building of black onyx, grand like a castle and with spiked towers. The gothic windows were illuminated red and small dragons circled around its top.

Even outside of the massive gates, all sorts of intimidating demons loitered. Wooyoung saw males five times his size and with hooves that made the earth tremble at their every step. The building and its students exuded a power like no other.

Seonghwa nervously tucked his hair behind his ear. He didn't dare look at anyone, too scared to draw attention.

"How will we find our classroom?" He muttered, overwhelmed by the sight they glanced up in awe at countless of times. But this time, they were students here. They were no guests and they could stride those halls like their own.

Wooyoung glanced at his new bag. His mother gifted it to him when he left the safety of their home. Though his face had been vacant, her touch was patient.

"I hope this will help you settle in and get organised. Don't worry about anything else but studying, Woo. We will support you every day." Then, she had ruffled his hair between his horns, another gesture so painfully homey.

Now that he stemmed his life as an adult, Wooyoung felt lost. The very first thing he did was the worst that could happen to any demon, more atrocious than even death. Yet she still supported him as her son and was proud of him.

When tears pricked in Wooyoung's eyes, he shoved the thought off. He had to make his mother proud. He was a fool at times, but he would prove that he grew up into a respectable villain. The academy would teach him everything he needed to know.

"Come on, I don't want to be late," Seonghwa nagged and Wooyoung followed him inside. He gaped at the tall ceilings and ornate pillars as much as he could while Seonghwa babbled about his orientation magazine and where its map pointed them. Today was orientation, no actual classes, so there was no hurry. Still, they were the first students in the grand hearing room. Wooyoung groaned when Seonghwa picked a row near the front and unpacked his impeccable new school equipment with sparkling eyes. Wooyoung lugged around the same pencil he picked up in a classroom corner one day.

"We look like losers already," he sighed, ruffling a hand through his hair. Though he didn't dress as scantily as usual, since he had become touchy about people looking at his body, he for sure wouldn't waste those sinfully tight leather pants.

"I'm not here to look cool, I'm here to study," Seonghwa replied. He flicked through the magazine, prepared where Wooyoung wasn't. Wooyoung was glad they could bicker like usual.

Gradually, the other beginners trickled into the room. They were demons from far and wide, with all sorts of horns, skin colours and wings. Wooyoung drooled after a tall and dark-haired demon with spectacularly massive bat wings who threw his boots on his table as soon as he fell into his seat.

Disinterested, Seonghwa stared at the front until the teacher showed up. The day that nerd finally got railed properly would be marked in Wooyoung's calendar as a national anniversary.

The orientation went as one would expect. They got greeted as hell's elite, the most vicious of villains. Many hurdles would come their way and just as many magnificent opportunities to rise in rank. Wooyoung listened with perked ears while Seonghwa scribbled his notes.

After a rundown of various courses and activities they could sign up for, they got sent off to pick their major. Wooyoung and Seonghwa discussed their goals as they left the room to find the lounge. As expected, Seonghwa had the map in his face, making the other demons snicker.

"I gotta take some physical training," Wooyoung announced. Though he liked his lithe and throwable shape, it became his downfall against the broader angel.

Seonghwa read through the many options.

"Poisons? I'm thinking about poisons. I'm not one for direct malice."

A fine demon, he was. Wooyoung adored him more than any other.

Though he missed Yunho and Mingi for their group of mischief.

"There are also creatures, I think. And summoning. Can have some undead do the work for you while you weave your sexy spells-"

A shadow fell over Wooyoung and he peered up. A massive demon stood over him, flanked by his friend group. His hair was a fiery orange and his horns were thick and curly. The countless nicks on them told a story of past battles.

Turned on, Wooyoung tilted his head.

"Hey, babe," the tall demon grinned. The palm that reached for Wooyoung's hip reached halfway around him. It was hot and heavy, totally Wooyoung's type. He cursed himself when the image of the angel resurfaced. That fucker.

"Did I catch your eye?" Wooyoung asked with a coy bat of his lashes. His tail curled behind him as Seonghwa backed away, awkwardly hovering until Wooyoung was done.

"Your stories did. You're the newbie who got obliterated by an angel, right? I gotta get a taste of that."

Usually, Wooyoung used every charm he could get. He adorned himself with them, no matter how vulgar or embarrassing. If they made him attractive, he flaunted them.

But not this. This made him stiffen in the demon's hold, eyes casting low.

The incident had become the talk of hell as it sparked debates about the viciousness of the angels. Though it wasn't quite political, many demons were interested in the story of the one of their kin who submitted to an angel. Few knew how the situation could happen, but rumours spread like a forest fire.

Suddenly, Wooyoung couldn't deal with that mockery. He gritted his jaw.

"I'm right, aren't I? Everyone was waiting to take a peek at you. Let me have the same. Show me the hole that turned an angel lustful," the demon breathed against Wooyoung's ear, dwarfing him with his body.

Frozen in shock, Seonghwa clasped a hand over his mouth. He knew better than to intervene in Wooyoung's business, but he had also never seen him this stony-faced upon getting asked out.

"Some other time," Wooyoung croaked. "I have plans today."

It was unusual for a demon to decline, especially one like Wooyoung. They were unbridled in their desires, not caring about needless romanticism or loyalties.

Surprised, the demon pulled back. He didn't know enough to find an answer to his unspoken questions. On the other hand, Wooyoung was thankful he spread no false information. He let the pair go and shrugged it off. Maybe once Wooyoung was back in the game, they would catch up.

Though this was the last reason he wanted to be desired for. For getting humiliated by an angel.

Thankfully, their first day at the academy distracted Wooyoung enough not to waste thoughts on it. Seonghwa ushered him to the lounge and rambled so successfully about any and each major and its intricacies that Wooyoung couldn't let his mind wander. They worked through them together and filled out their questionnaires. Once they were done, they handed them to the secretary.

"I think poisons are definitely the best one for me. I can take some side classes on summoning," Seonghwa hummed with a skip in his step. It was time to learn the lay of the land and find classrooms and dining halls before they had another welcoming event in the evening. As they wandered about, Wooyoung felt all of hell was staring at him. He considered skipping out to hide away in their dorm by himself, but he didn't want to leave Seonghwa to the wolves.

He himself had picked some classes on physical malice, but he would need to discuss it with his teachers. Not only did he lack the build for fighting, he was weird about his body ever since that day. It felt as if it wasn't his own anymore, as if he had detached from it.

They made it through lunch without an incident and stood in the yard for a while gawking at its extensive gardens and statues from their most renowned artists. They visited the bat tower to meet their designated familiars to bring in messages and homework in case of sickness and pet a three-headed puppy springing around the gardener's shed.

After some less formal celebrations in the evening where their teachers greeted them with snacks and wine, Seonghwa and Wooyoung returned to their dormitory drained. They chattered merrily about their fellow new students and the lessons they looked forward to, but Wooyoung was glad to get out of sight. Back in the day, he loved any attention on him. He had to get used to it again, and he needed to stop mistaking every glance for judgment. Not everyone knew. Not everyone cared.

The day after, they had their first proper classes. Seonghwa and Wooyoung woke up together and got dressed, flinging clothes and other items back and forth in their shared space. Today, Wooyoung felt better. He was curious about his class, and Seonghwa was happy to see him liven up. He hugged Wooyoung when they parted at the gates and his long tail loosely slung around his legs.

"See you later at lunch. You will ace this," Seonghwa promised, sweet though he knew they were opposites on the grade spectrum.

Wooyoung flashed his fangs in a grin before he made for his building. This time, he sat far in the back to stay out of people's sight.

He knew no one but Seonghwa who made it into the academy, though there were some familiar faces from his old school. Hopefully, he would find a seatmate soon to copy notes. But for today, he paid attention to his class. Not so much to write notes, but enough to be present.

Their teacher was a breathtaking lady in a long red dress. Her white hair cascaded over her shoulders and framed her pointy ears. When she turned to face the class, a shiver crawled over Wooyoung's spine. He could tell at a glance she had eaten many people, humans and others alike. There was a reason she taught them.

"Fledglings," she greeted them with a purr. Her slit eyes swiped over their rows, stilling those up for goofiness. The air was frigid, but Wooyoung found it exhilarating.

This was what he needed. This terror. To instil fear at a glance alone.

Invested, Wooyoung listened to her every word. He skipped his usual scrutinising students and teachers alike to guess who could fuck him best. Today, he was utterly dedicated to every hissed syllable from his teacher's red lips.

"Before we start, I want every single one of you to think about why you are attending this school. We are not here for prestige and neither for a career. We cater to the most vicious of demons and those without a purpose won't make it far." Her clawed hand cradled her elfin face as she pondered her mute class.

"Hatred fuels us demons and the flames we were born of. Without it, we cannot fulfil our purpose. Though everyone has a different target, we all must have something that spurs us. That, not our birthplace, makes us to veritable demons who may terrify the worlds."

Enraptured, Wooyoung nodded along. Right, not everyone could be cruel. He still worried if Seonghwa could do it. He was good at studying, but was he good at malice?

"Demons need hatred to feed their misdeeds. Some have a tragic past. Some look at the world and see its pitfalls. Others hate their enemies. Each of you should come up with something right now and those who can't, leave this classroom."

Silence. Wooyoung clutched his fist on his thigh.

That damned angel. He hated humans and angels alike, wished to taunt them to drink up their despair, but he hated nothing more than that angel and what he did to Wooyoung. For making him enjoy it.

Nobody left. They waited with bated breath as their teacher rounded her table.

"During your studies, this hatred what will keep you going. Some of you will torment humans later on. Others will fight in the holy war against the angels. I expect to see bitterness and rage behind your every step during your learning. Only then you can become the vessel of abhorrence we expect you to be." She whirled around to her whiteboard to explain the basics of their class and the syllabus. All the while, Wooyoung seethed in his chair.

Yes, he wanted to be awful to that bastard. Wanted to hurt him worse than any other. He would study every method of torment and try them out on him.

They didn't learn too much on their first day, but Wooyoung liked the first examples their teacher suggested to them.

Stealing candy from human children.

Blowing the candles out in angels' rooms.

And of course the classic: shoving unsuspecting elders.

Full of malicious ideas, Wooyoung went to lunch to hear from Seonghwa. The other demon babbled up and down about his poisons class and his teacher and the friend he found in his seatmate named Jongho. He almost forgot to eat and Wooyoung had to remind him multiple times not to let his eyeball soup get cold.

"Did they also ask you about your aspiration to attend the academy?" Wooyoung asked between bites. Seonghwa hummed.

"I had to think about it for a while. I love to learn, even if malice is not my direct interest."

"So, who do you hate?" Even if he didn't mention it, Seonghwa could deduct that the recent incident gave Wooyoung just what he needed to focus on his studies.

"They gave us a list for the uninspired ones. Angels and human heroes to hate. I read about someone who recently slayed an entire village of earthen demons. They hailed the murderer and hope he does worse, so I picked him as my enemy. His name is Hongjoong. He believes in peace and compassion." Seonghwa scoffed. He fumbled for the list to show Wooyoung an image and Wooyoung wondered if he just picked the prettiest person to be mad at. It seemed Seonghwa was competitive concerning his looks.

But it was something. Seonghwa needed no fuel to study, but he would need an enemy to slay for their graduation project. That was the goal of all this.

And perhaps Wooyoung would be done so fast he could help Seonghwa. No one had to know. That angel was already done for the moment he laid hand on Wooyoung.

Eating full of dark imagination, Wooyoung plotted his devastating revenge.

-

Wooyoung had his next class in malevolence when things got worse. He was in the seat that he picked as his standard for the rest of his year and took notes that made him realise how much prettier Seonghwa's handwriting was compared to his simply because he was more practised in it. Though he didn't paint the usual flirtatious picture, Wooyoung also didn't offend anyone.

Yet, the demon behind him kept picking on him. At first, he merely poked Wooyoung below the benches with his tail. He was someone who went to Wooyoung's school before, but they never hooked up and weren't acquainted. Wooyoung just nodded at him to acknowledge their familiarity, before he went back to his writing.

But the other demon didn't stop. He flicked his fingers at Wooyoung's nape and blew at his horns until he leaned back to hiss up at him.

"What do you want?" He didn't want to disrupt the class. Their current lesson was on the meaner ways to pinch someone - by using fingernails instead of just fingers - and he couldn't miss out.

If the demon behind him thought Wooyoung's behaviour off, that wasn't his business. They weren't in lame generic school anymore. This was the Academy of Villains.

The other demon leaned over his table to reply in a low tone.

"You still got your tattoo?"

Wooyoung glanced down his back. He didn't display it at the academy yet. Though it was always too hot to wear long shirts (and he only had two), he wasn't comfortable with that type of stare on his skin.

He shrugged.

"It's where it's supposed to be." He made to turn around but the demon whispered his comeback.

"I told my friends about it. How you must have flaunted it at that angel and he came all over it."

A chill wracked Wooyoung's spine. He couldn't concentrate on the voice of his teacher anymore and his hand stilled on the desk. When he glanced over his shoulder, ire brightened his eyes, but the demon behind him grinned, unbotheredly smug.

"What do you want?"

"Have some fun with us, like the good old times. That angel turned you demure. We can bring back your fire."

Wooyoung hesitated. Usually, he wouldn't say no to that, would do anything to wipe off the trace that angel left on him, but he felt icky. Again, more attention purely based on that rumour.

"Right now?"

The demon stretched his arms, shoulders bulging under his terrifying horns.

"Why not? That witch is boring anyway. I can gather the others and we turn an empty classroom into a party."

Seonghwa was a bad influence because Wooyoung had to bite back a comment about how improper something like that was at the academy. They were meagre demons compared to all the people tending to this university and they shouldn't go around defiling the building.

Still, he considered. Getting a break from all this didn't sound too bad, and perhaps he could forget about the tingles in his spine if he let himself be taken apart by a group of demons like the good old times. That angel deserved only hatred, no lingering intrigue.

After a long moment, Wooyoung shook his head.

"Ask me later. I wanna listen to class first." He turned to the front once more, done with the topic, but the demon behind him groaned.

"What's with you? Did you become that angel's conservative cumslut? Get up and show us what that ass can do," he hissed, louder than before. A few people nearby turned their heads, irked by their volume, but Wooyoung pretended he didn't hear.

Clearly, something was in the bushes because the demon shot up from his seat behind him.

"I knew it!" He roared. While the rest of the class turned around, piqued, he vaulted over his bench to squeeze into Wooyoung's row behind him. Wooyoung's offended yell got muffled when he was shoved face down over his table. His horns painfully connected to the chair in front of him as the demon pressed him down with his weight. The crotch shoved against Wooyoung's behind dwarfed his lithe build.

"You suck up to the angels! He didn't do anything to you, did he? Bet you bent over for him just so!" With that, the demon ripped the shirt off Wooyoung's body, pinning his flailing fist with the other hand. His tattoo barely lost its permanent shine ever since the angel had his way with him. Perhaps that was the reason he wasn't interested in the demons? He was obscenely sated from that day.

But now, Wooyoung was mortified. He was sprawled out before his classmate, exposed as the easy lay he was, but instead of lustful, the class' eyes turned mocking.

Everybody knew of his shame. Some didn't know it was him, but now they did.

Wooyoung wanted to sink through the floor, to some deeper depths that weren't this place where he could chortle at that arrogant angel's face and make him kneel to suck Wooyoung's cock.

But none of that. A few snickers, a few scoffs. A mutter that hell had rarely seen such a whorish demon.

"Don't worry, Wooyoungie. We can fix you. We can give you anything you need. You just had to ask. No need to crawl to the enemy." The demon made to yank Wooyoung's pants down and Wooyoung's eyes widened.

"Wait-!" In front of everyone?! Did he plan to get the entire class involved?

Before he could bare Wooyoung's sensitive bits to the public, a shadow fell over them. Suddenly, the instinct of a bunny below a bird of prey shuddered down Wooyoung's spine. He curled up, ducking away against the demon, who stared up in foolish awe.

Clawed haunches came to stand on the table by Wooyoung's side. He stared with crossed eyes, felt their aura that was unlike those of even the biggest demons in the surrounding seats. Despite being a folk of pride and rage, his instincts told him to stay very, very still. So he did.

The voice of their teacher was smooth as velvet, yet just as scratchy. She addressed the demon holding Wooyoung down, frozen in position, though not smart enough to let go.

"Will you enlighten me why you are disturbing my class, fledgling?"

The demon stuttered, garbled sounds dropping from his lips. Wooyoung could tell he was pale as a sheet and a smug smile ghosted over his lips.

No one in the class dared whisper the offensive rumour now. It was silent enough to hear the clicks of their teacher's claws when she bent to release Wooyoung from that punitive grip.

"Please see me after class, tormented one. If I catch anyone as much as glimpsing with the intention of bothering one another again, I will show you terror." She made sure Wooyoung sat in his seat and humbly tugged his ruined shirt around his shoulders before she spread her wings to glide back down to the front. Dazzling wings, those were, hugging her narrow frame with such elegance. Wooyoung hoped to grow his soon.

The offending demon didn't dare utter another word, and neither did the people around Wooyoung. Everyone ducked over their notes as their teacher continued her explanations. Still, Wooyoung lost all concentration. He wondered how many people were in on this bet to prove Wooyoung's change in demeanour. What would they have done had he agreed? Was he in danger?

Cursing the angel for the umpteenth time, Wooyoung buried back into his work so he could at least catch up with his notes later. All too soon, the teacher ended class and everyone filtered outside.

The troublemaker demon didn't need to stay. He crossed Wooyoung's eyes as he stood to the side with his stomach in a twist. When he promptly glanced away, Wooyoung sneered after him.

What if they kicked him out because his tales disrupted the academy too much? He was the topic of the students and the teachers alike, even the higher-ups ruling hell. In the most unfortunate of ways, he got all the attention he ever wanted.

Wooyoung fiddled with his fingers when he came to stand before his teacher's desk.

"I apologise for my disruptive behaviour. It won't happen again," he blurted out mechanically. He didn't dare look into her slit red eyes, unable to mask his shame under her gaze. She was beautiful, yet terrifying.

His teacher contemplated him from head to hoof.

"This isn't the first time this happened, right? Other teachers saw you getting groped in the corridor."

Wooyoung flushed scarlet. He prayed Seonghwa wouldn't hear any of this, though he bet that rumour also made its rounds. Later in the night, Seonghwa would whirl through their room like an agitated storm.

"I... I have a certain reputation from my old school. It seems many demons exhibit their interest in me," he winced, desperate not to make this a bigger issue.

She tilted her head and long, white hair hauntingly cascaded over her ruby dress.

"But that isn't the case here, is it? These demons are lured by the recent incident concerning you."

So she knew. Of course.

Wooyoung hid his face, too ashamed to give confirmation.

His teacher contemplated his hunched form, and the utter lack of confidence attributed to him.

"We discussed this with the dean once we heard of your arrival. So far, we let all rumours pass, hoping they would die down, but I am afraid they disrupt your learning and that of the others."

In a panic, Wooyoung lifted his face. Intelligent eyes seemed to freeze the blood in his veins.

"No, please," he choked out despite the spell. "Don't send me home!"

The slightest smile curled the corners of her lips.

"We aren't sending you home. We wish to send you to the human world, to a master demon, to be your private teacher until our students forgot about this incident. Your situation is unique and rather than punish, we would like to soothe your tormented soul with this privilege."

Wooyoung stood with his mouth agape. His fingers curled around his ruined shirt, looking like a fool.

"I... A private teacher?"

"The best of us all. Sent to the world of humans to balance the evil there. He lives deep in the woods and expects you. Not only can he teach you but also share his wisdom on your personal recovery. The academy recommends you take this opportunity, even if you just arrived," she said, but it wasn't unkind.

Relief plummeted Wooyoung's heart into his stomach. He sunk into himself.

"Yes, that's- I fully understand. I will go. Thank you so much," he chattered. Anything but getting kicked out. Spending time away in the woods was just what he needed after the whole ordeal. Though he tried, he wasn't fully himself yet.

His teacher flashed her fangs at him.

"Then pack a bag, fledgling, you won't need much. I will keep an eye on your roommate, so no harm comes upon him."

Wooyoung nodded hastily and stormed off. He needed to tell Seonghwa about this and though he would be incensed about this incident, he would wish Wooyoung the best.

They would see each other again soon. Once Wooyoung became a terrifying demon because he was taught by the best of the best.

Soon, that angel would quiver in fear as Wooyoung paid him back for his misdeeds.