Chapter 63: The Beginning of the End.

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Hi!!!

I was just too excited to post this chapter that I couldn't wait till Dec17th. The next update will be after that date tho (since I'm still busy with my UNI work)

Marking the chap MILD MATURE : there is nothing explicit, except for one of the main character is nude during the whole ¼th of the segment. Just letting people know so nobody feels uncomfy  :)

Recommended music:
• Maroon- Taylor Swift [¼th of the chap]
• Yhorm the giant- Yuka Kitamura (marked, and to continue with the rest below)
• Firelink Shrine- Yuka Kitamura
• Slave knight Gael‐ Yuka Kitamura
• Iudex Gundyr- Tsukasa Saitoh

Happy reading♡

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Dawn had just broken out from its horizons. A stream of faint light sneakily slips in through a partitioned crevice of the shut blinds.

Taehyung presses his chapped lips together, his throat dry. The aircon was chilly enough to freeze the tip of his nose, albeit a little reddened and as for his body, that laid flat on his stomach, inhaling into the scent of lingering traces of Jungkook comforted him through his sleep and dazed wakefulness.

He drifts back to sleep, almost readily but when he senses the pads of warm fingertips press into his lower back, Taehyung's eyes shoot wide open, startled.

He whips his head behind to look, only to find the culprit sitting beside his legs– who infact has the gall to look at him with an even more incredulous expression.

Taehyung sputters and grips onto Jungkook’s wrist.

"What are you doing?" He demands and the man who was bare naked as him, except for a pair of grey briefs on– smiles.

"Goodmorning to you too, Detective Kim." The Devil greets, undeterred by the question "if you don't mind, would you please lay still? I'm almost done."

Taehyung gawks.

"What?!" He barks, unwilling to let go of the man's wrist "what the hell do you mean by that?"

Jungkook sighs in response and the mortal struggles under the hold, wriggling around.

Sleep now completely evaporated from his eyes, mid struggle, Taehyung finally manages to catch the white glowy strings running out of the Devil's hands to infuse into his lower back.

Taehyung pauses, staring hard at it and then he looks back up at Jungkook who sat with an unamused expression.

"Stop struggling, let me heal you." He clicks his tongue.

Heal?

Heal??

Taehyung's eyes widen, the realization dawning upon him and immidiately goes back to struggling once more.

"Okay okay fine, I'll let go– OK. Wait– ow! Alright alright"

Taehyung rolls away from Jungkook's prying hands, to the other end of the King sized bed.

He looks up at the man with a scandalized expression on his face.

"You're really a handful, Detective Kim." The Devil shakes his head, in dismissal.

"Yeah– a handful really–" Taehyung mocks, incredulously "handful enough for you– for you to– to put your hands on me and you– what's with wanting to heal this– you—!"

Taehyung cannot say the words out loud, not here, not when Jungkook seemed eager to hear him say them.

The Devil smiles, knowingly "I got down on my knees for you last night but kissing your back is where you draw the line now huh?"

"Jungkook you— you know that's not what I said. I—"

"Yes yes I know." Jungkook cuts in, nodding his head and crawls his way over on the bed toward the mortal, who inches further away, seemingly growing even more redder with each second. "But I must confess, I have done this for the other two times you have slept with me before this as w–"

Taehyung's eye twitches and he exhales a shaky air of betrayal.

So this is why...

"Please, Detective Kim come back and lay on the bed. I simply inconvenience you now to let you not be inconvenienced for the rest of the day."

Taehyung doesn't wish to be inconvenienced now on the most, not when his emotions are waging a pitless storm of humiliation inside him.

"No— back off now." The mortal instructs to no avail and as his last resort, Taehyung jumps out of the bed naked and all. He turns away, but what comes with his next step doesn't have him prepared enough and he sinks to his knees with the sharp ache shooting up his spine.

Taehyung winces at the impact on his knees, but the splitting pain in his rear was unlike any other. The display of red and purple finger prints on his thighs and torso doesn't help the image.

Taehyung doesn't understand, how he had even dared to imagine he would be completely fine after taking a cock as big as Jungkook's inside him without the Devil himself tampering around and patching him up with his powers.

He feels his pride, shaken up and tossed away, from having to face the humiliation.

What should have been little pain as he had once so foolishly assumed, has now reduced him him to his knees in defeat.

So when Jungkook comes and picks him up, Taehyung doesn't complain nor grumble, keeping his face hidden away in the warmth of Jungkook's chest. Jungkook keeps speaking about something, probably reprimanding him– but again, not anything that Taehyung fully registers, still dazed with the brutal reality.

Jungkook carries him into the spacious bathroom, heading over to the counter beside the sink.

"Detective Kim, I'm placing you down for a minute–" He speaks, lowering the mortal onto the platform who winces and gasps a cry.

The marble was cold as it is against Taehyung's buttocks but it doesn't help the splintering pain that comes with sitting on a hard surface.

Taehyung keeps his eyes lowered, lips tugged between his teeth to focus and control the sting in his rear so he does not see the apologetic look on the other man's face who watches him in desolate helplessness

Jungkook, however quickly gets to work, filling the tub with warm water, just of the right temperature in efforts of easing the muscles and dousing it with floral scents and oils.

He returns just as he promised, before the minute is up and picks Taehyung in his arms once more, who incoherently grumbles that he could do all of this himself without help.

Jungkook looks down at the tuft of deep oak hair below his chin and resists the urge to bury his nose in it, knowing how extremely sensitive the Detective was with his supposed pride being shattered and how he would totally not appreciate any sort of extra indulging touches at the moment.

Jungook understands.

His gaze flickers down to the man's nude body that was littered with tainting evidence of his own hands and mouth.

As much as Jungkook, loved seeing his claim on a body he ravished– he didn't enjoy it as much when it came to the Detective's. Sure, he delighted in it in the moment of reckless pleasure, giving his all with his teeth, tongue and the press of his hands– but for some part within himself when he is not sex drunk, he believed it was selfish of him to taint something as pure.

To know, at some point amidst the pleasure he had possibly hurt the mortal in the process of undoing him to leave evidences of such on his skin, didn't settle well in Jungkook's stomach.

Although Detective Kim has not complained of the marks yet— perhaps he hasn't even noticed them .... Jungkook can't quite frankly erase the horror image of his delirious instincts when he had first tasted the thick, warm, gush of blood from his lips and the sight of the mortal's ripped up throat.

It was the first time, after a long time Jungkook had actually feared of his making. It haunted him.

Jungkook averts his gaze, pulling the mortal's body closer to his skin, as if in a futile attempt to hide the Detective within his own body from no other than but himself.

The Devil places the Detective in the warm bath, who immediately eases into the water.

Jungkook waits for Taehyung to meet his gaze, but the Detective seemed rather adamant on having a staring battle with the water.

This is fine.

Jungkook huffs a chuckle and tucks a lock of hair behind the mortal's ears.

"Call me, if you need anything. I'll keep a pair of clothes for you outside alright?"

Silence follows and the Detective finally musters courage to respond with a faint 'alright'

Satisfied, Jungkook brushes his fingers against the mortal's ear before straightening up and standing to his full height.

The Devil, is kind enough to turn and leave, leaving Taehyung to his own devices and thoughts– which by the way, wasn't much of a blessing since how loud his mind was gushing with voices.

Unknowing to himself his hand going up to his ear, to carress the warm shell thoughtlessly and he shudders, a full body shiver sending ripples on the surface of the water.

What am I doing?

He screeches to himself and sinks into the water, in an attempt to block out his embarrassment. It works for almost 3 minutes before his lungs demand him out of the water.

Hair damp and plastered over his eyes, Taehyung sits in the tub still for few more seconds. He weakly stares at the purplish red splotches on his skin and looks beyond it, where the thrumming pain had dimmed. He musters courage to draw his fingers beyond his balls and to his puffed opening. He inspects, with curiosity and amidst the sting he finds himself thoroughly cleaned.

Taehyung on discovering this feels even more so burdened by embarrassment knowing Jungkook cleaned him once again and hopelessly dunks himself into the water once more.

It is only by remembering that he has to wash himself twice to not have Jimin wriggling his eyebrows or Dr Min gawking at him in the open or any specific Heavenly angels shooting him down with their glares of disgust– that he finally regains a purpose and quickly gets down to washing himself properly.

It takes him a proper 25 minutes of lather, scrub, rinse and repeat to finally step out of the tub, with wrinkly palms and soles of feet.

He wipes himself down with a towel and then puts on a navy blue soft bathing robe. He walks over to the mirror, drying his wet hair with a towel.

The pain in his rear has by far dimmed, but there is a constant reminder if he moves too quickly, or indefinietly sits down, for which he now wishes he had never arisen this early to stumble upon such discovery.

He finds it even more embarrassing to head over to Jungkook to have him completely healed from this nuisance, after the struggle he put through.

Taehyung sighs and throws the towel down on the counter and looks up at his reflection instead. He is once more reminded of what had transpired the night before and finds himself falling even more speechless with each second.

He remembers it all too well, the way he was clutched from the behind, to watch himself being impaled over and over again by the thick weapon whose master with red irises peered at him from behind his shoulders, demanding him to speak words of self appreciation.

Ordering him to say, that he was pretty when he was all but whining and begging for a release.

Taehyung exhales a shuddered breath, recalling the debauchery, his skin growing warm in shame.

He undoes the knot of his robe, his chest decorated with colored splotches and the indents of teeth.

He exhales another shaky breath, tracing the rosy wounds, almost delirious.

He turns to his side, to find even more littered on his back– ranging from small to huge, reddened and raw under Jungkook's ministrations. The deep dark welts of fingers and palms of hands on his lower waist and wrists were a reminder of how he was held close to the Devil's skin and plunged into, being whispered words into his ears with the rough gravel accent that had his toes curling in pleasure.

Taehyung forces out an exhale, rubbing his face to cast away his growing arousal.

He looks at his body once more, the very same body that was unblemished when he had arisen after sleeping with Jungkook the earlier two times– as if, it had never happened in the first place now carried the evidence of their deeds.

It felt honest. It felt real. Grounding.

It did happen.

Taehyung stares at his bruised lip in the reflection and then averts his gaze with faux irritance.

His chest feels warm with delight.

**********

"Jang Rowoon, is his real name apparently– he was a nurse trainee in Incheon Sacred Heart Hospital before he was reported missing over a year ago. His files that came in at request, state that he was alright for some time in the beginning but then he had begun acting strangely around people. He would also disappear often from his classes and rounds, although his absences were excused because his uncle from the maternal side was a trustee to the foundation of the hospital." Hoseok shook his head, flipping over the page.

"And... what strange behaviour does it imply?" Johnny mused

Hoseok shot him a look and then looked down at the file "well... he once refused to touch a patient because they were wearing a Rosary."

"Ay what the fuck?" Johnny scoffed in disbelief, his jaw ajar.

Taehyung exhaled and looked up at the two.

"The patient's family, also filed a lawsuit against Jang for religious prejudice but it never got through, which I'm assuming they settled it behind the doors with compensation." Hoseok continued reading out from the page.

"Oh damn, that guy is such a dick." Johnny shakes his head and picks up another file from the box.

Hoseok flips the page "Yeah... according to his colleagues– they said he grew more violent and disobedient, for the nature of their profession and he would speak incoherently to himself on most occasions. The staff said, he started showing signs of mania and delusion, but ofcourse no one said it out loud, fearing the trustee's name that shielded Jang."

[Play, Yhorm the Giant- Yuka Kitamura, and continue with the rast of the tracks from here]

Taehyung places his file down and looks up at Hoseok.

"When was the last they saw him?"

Hoseok flips more pages towards the end and pauses at one. Taehyung watches Hoseok's eyes narrow and jaws clench "the log and its details are scrapped.... it only mentions, the last person to ever see Jang rowoon was the security who had to lockdown the Isolation ward..... the morgue."

"Aw hell nah what was he doing in there now?" Johnny grimaces.

Hoseok shrugs and keeps the file down "you need to ask the Government special services for that, if anything it would have to be with something incredibly audacious."

"More audacious than him breaking into God rest ye merry gentlemen as you said?"

Hoseok shifts his gaze to the door "more audacious than his sudden palate change to raw meat."

The doors open and in walks a person, holding another heavy box full of files.

"Aha– ah! Jihyo gimme that" Johnny scrambles to his feet after the woman.

She smiles gleefully, letting the man take away the box "thanks!"

"Yeah yeah chicken arms." Johnny chuckles, sticking his tongue out and carries the box over to the other two, plopping it down on the table.

"Was that the last of it?" Taehyung asks, looking at the woman.

Jihyo smiles, walking over towards him "yep, the last of it."  she pauses to take in their surrounding "so uh... how is it going?"

Taehyung hums, picking up another file from the new box that was brought in.

There isnt any much information, infact far more less than the time where they had first captured the Reaper only for everything to be confiscated under Superintendent Lee's command. But with the rise of an amateur copycat in the neighboring city, they had managed to procure few files with the other District Police Department's help, who were now facing a similar public threat as they once did.

Taehyung sighs and his gaze flickers up to Hoseok, who seemed lost in thought– his eyes focused on the other two, in an almost cold stare.

Taehyung nudges the man, who immediately snaps out of the trance and looks away blinking rapidly. He offers him a weak awkward smile and Taehyung exhales, eyebrows furrowed, but does not think much about it, going back to reading his file.

"Hey, are you free later?" Jihyo asks and Taehyung looks up to meet her gaze "yall wanna go drinking tonight?"

"Nah man I'm out. I've got a family dinner tonight" Johnny cuts in, his hands clasped together.

Taehyung hums, thinking ahead of his schedule for the night.

He really doesn't have anything on his planner, "I've got nothing to do really..." he pauses, his thoughts racing to Jungkook.

What if Jungkook makes plans to meet him later in the evening?

Surely, he pops outta nowhere and it would rather be a nuisance to back out from plans after promising to attend it.

Taehyung shakes his head "on a second thought... yeah, I might actually be busy. So a no from me too."

"No from me as well." Hoseok quickly follows, without looking up from his file.

The woman shifts her weight on her feet and juts her lips to a pout "fine! I'll go ask the girls then."

Johnny laughs "yeah goodluck with that, Jennie's supposedly on a date and Seulgi's on a vacay."

Jihyo pauses and then looks up at Johnny, she playfully knocks at her own head, a smile on her lips "right! How silly of me."

"I've been too busy these days, that I'm starting to have a crippling memory." She laughs, eyes crinkling.

Hoseok, who stands right opposite to the woman, looks up at her from beneath his lashes, a faint sheen resting on his eyes. Jaw clenched and shoulders shaking, he stares.

The Demian turns her gaze to the hatred in the man's eyes and grins knowingly at him. She watches the way his knuckles go white as he clenches the file, as if holding onto his own Puny life.

If it were not for the fact that the man has been incredibly suspicious ever since the Demian invaded her host's body or for his extremely brazen efforts at keeping an eye out for her out of pure precaution or cowardice— Jihyo was sure she would have long consumed the man.

The fact he wore a blessed artifact around his neck didn't help either– it repulsed her advances.

But Jihyo couldn't help but wonder how delicious would the terror in his veins taste.

She had rather enjoyed Seulgi.

Poor Seulgi.

Her remains now rest in more than 20 demons.

Hoseok averts his gaze, feeling a sizzling burn clog his throat and his eyes tear up, unbeknownst to him they are red-rimmed, the sheen dissolving. He inhales deeply, desperately trying to relax his lungs without making another person know of his rather peculiar state.

"Alright then, I'm leaving! Let me know if any of you change your minds then!" She waves at the trio and turns to leave.

Hoseok looks at Taehyung, his chest growing uneasy with fear.

Something in his guts swirled, with a bad premonition.

Taehyung looks up to meet his gaze.

"What's wrong?"

Hoseok wipes away his residual tears. He brushes off with a chuckle.

"The dust got into my eyes."

His friend doesn't respond but he stares at him, unbelieving and Hoseok shuffles to bury himself within the reports.

He feels the stare linger, but Taehyung doesn't pry.

Hoseok chews his bottom lip, anxiously.

He doesn't know how to convey, without any proof, that the most suspicious person for a traitor– as somebody who has been close to all of them with the power of access to all the Intel of the City and Department.... was infact Park Jihyo.

And of what he has seen.... of what he desperately hopes is not true... seems to uncannily align with his worst fears.

Hoseok exhales, sending a silent prayer in the Lord's name to protect them all.

But most of all, to protect Taehyung.

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The sun was slowly but surely taking its descent towards the horizon, casting last of its golden hues before it would be engulfed by the soil in the distance.

The skies overhead had rapidly taken up to its grey shrouds, turning deeper with each second, the only thing obstructing a clear view were the huge white clouds resembling cotton candy, it's edges tinted with fiery oranges and yellow hues.

It was a beautiful sunset, but for some reason the birds seemed restless and uneasy, flying without any sense of direction. The caws of the crows, were disturbingly loud for a pleasant evening like this.

Taehyung sighs outloud, to pay it no mind. He fiddles with his phone between his fingers, his elbows resting on the railing. The place where he stood at, a regional tourist hill provided a full view over the city, a monstrous jungle of concrete and glass.

"Detective Kim!" Someone interrupts his thoughts and the man looks in the direction of the voice.

Taehyung smiles widely, when he spots the man in the distance. He turns, to lean against the ledge as the other makes his way towards him in hurried steps.

"Did you wait for long?" Jungkook asks.

"No, I just arrived." Taehyung lies inadvertently. He's been here for over 15 minutes now.

"Here " he says, tossing a small bottle at the Devil who swiftly catches it. He looks at it and then at the Detective, to flash a genuine smile at the man. He picks out the straw and slips it through the foil and into the bottle, to sip onto the flavored milk. Taehyung mirrors his actions and sips onto his own drink. Their profiles, basked in golden hues and glistening under it.

Jungkook makes an attempt to slide his hand into the mortal's, which the latter allows, clasping it back with equal fervor in the desolate but warm evening.

"Are you ready to see it?" The Devil asks eagerly, excitement laced with his tone.

Taehyung pulls away from his straw. With furrowed brows, he looks at Jungkook for answers of the intended surprise he was told he would be delivered.

"See what?"

Jungkook smiles even more, stepping closer to the man.

"My very own version of the Garden of Eden?" He replies, his eyes brimming with anxious but excited energy.

Taehyung lets out a puff of chuckle, full of wonder and amusement.

Taehyung would no longer say he wasn't religious. Although he wasn't a devoted religion practioner, he now knew the Lord existed, as did the Angels, the Heaven, the Hell, the Demons, the Devil.

He was curious of all things and given his nature  he appreciates to be included in, if it didn't potentially pose a threat to his life ofcourse. And afterall, the Garden of Eden was the place where everything began, as according to the Holy Bible.

Ofcourse he would be excited to see it, should one say there's a replica, or atleast something similar to it. Or maybe, it just had to do with how giddy the Devil seemed to show a patch of land he had probably ploughed and planted himself.

Taehyung smiles "yes, please."

Jungkook smiles dashingly at the response, "if you'd allow me–" He says, gently wrapping his hands around the mortal's waist.

Taehyung buries his nose into the crook of the man's collarbone, his lips pressing into the tease of skin arising from the man's crisply ironed dress shirt.

Flush against another body, Taehyung holds Jungkook close to his own self.

"Hold me tight, don't let go." The Devil murmurs above his ears, his breath warm.

Never...

Taehyung thinks to himself, but does not speak the words outloud, instead tightening his hold around Jungkook's own body.

And with a quick flash of copper gold, the two disappear into nothingness, leaving leaves to rustle into the calm of the evening.

The murder amongst the tall trees though, dont rest.

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"What in the name of God... happened in here...." Johnny whispers, stepping into the room.

Hoseok follows, putting on his gloves as he steps over the threshold and into the establishment. His gloved hands rush up to his nose to block away the rotting stench, the room was suffused with.

He grimaces at the sight displayed, feeling bile churn in his stomach and the hair along his spine, stiffen.

"Detective Jung, Officer Suh" A young intern in crisp uniform greeted them and Wooyoung made his way to the front, greeting the two with the same.

"Incharge of the new interns huh?" Johnny questioned, a grin on his lips "how is it going?" and Wooyoung sighed wearily.

"Two already fainted, only Minsung here managed to keep his guts in."

Johnny clapped his hand against the said interns back "good going intern. If you can stomach this, you will last long enough in the Deapartment."

Minsung straightens at his feet and nods curtly "yes sir! I will do my best!"

Johnny chuckles "cheeky kid, show me the way to the devices and cctv controls of the house."

"Ofcourse, right this way sir–"

Johnny, now deeply immersed into a conversation with the new intern, follows the younger male upstairs.

"Detective Jung, this was please." Wooyoung interjects, showing the way towards Hoseok's own expertise.

The two walk down the short hallway and into another room, and instantly, Hoseok feels a wave of nausea take over him that he immidiately shuts down.

"What the hell..." he whispers to himself, hand pressed to his nose to shield himself from the putrid scent.

The house was much more of a traditional Korean home, with sliding doors and tiled-roof tops with a family of 6 who are now all reportedly missing.

And what is left behind of the family, which Hoseok desperately hopes.... is not the only thing left behind of the family.

The room they stand in, was an altar room for a family to gather to say prayers. A low set table, where a blood stained idol rests upon it same as the offering trays and plaques which were all caked with clotted blood.

The sliding doors and the walls on all the side where smeared with blood as was the floor– and the floor.... there was a wide gaping hole in it, enough to fit 10 people in it all at once.

Hoseok feels his throat dry up as he gazes down at the hole in the floor and for some reason, he recalls a very disturbing image of a howling Demonic creature that he had a very unfortunate luck of meeting in the ravines of the Reaper and his cultist's hideout.

He directs his flashlight into the pit, to check it out and finds the base not all that deep, give or take a a few feet.

"Fascinating isn't it?"

A voice speaks in his ear and Hoseok jumps, startled.

Annoyed, Hoseok whips his head to look at the other "What are you even doing out here? Aren't you on a rest leave?"

Jin rolls his eyes, dramatically "I'm doing my job, besides how dare I miss something as excitingly haunting as this?"

Hoseok purses his lips together and exhales, shaking his head. He looks back up at Jin, whose nose bridge was bandaged and a running stitch lay across his forhead, cutting into his left eyebrow.

"Where Taehyung?" Jin asks, looking around.

Hoseok sighs "he's a... on an errand and out of reach as for the moment."

Hoseok doesn't know where the man was as of currently, but the man had took off saying he had to meet... well, Jungkook long before this disastrous homicide landed on their laps. And no matter how much he tried to contact either of the two, he couldn't reach them.

"Hmm funny... " Jin muses, narrowing his eyes and then looks back at the pit "anyway, any ideas what possibly may have caused this?"

Hoseok feels he may have an answer to it, which would possibly not be taken seriously should he say it outloud.

He doesn't say anything in the end and crouches next to it instead.

"What does your expertise say?" Hoseok asks to which Jin smiles with a 'glad you asked'

"So one might first assume this as some kind of twisted ritual, considering the blood on the walls– of which I'm presuming, is the family's or atleast few of its members... now the real question is, if they were killed here, where are the bodies? Right?"

"In the pit?" Hoseok replies.

"Yes, that is a perfect response. A true serial killer mind, is what you've got Detective Jung" Jin laughs and whistles into the pit.

Hoseok grimaces at the remark and watches as another fellow officer walk into the light of the pit, underneath them.

"Yeah catch me, good sir." Jin calls out and jumps into the pit, straight into the man's arms who staggers a little under the weight but does not fall.

The masked officer, with a whole forensic protective suit from top to bottom, then turns to look up at him with his arms stretched wide open, as if awaiting for Hoseok to take the same path.

Hoseok feels his eye twitch and then he puts his hand up in response "its alright, I'm good." He says and swiftly jumps to the base of the pit, landing on his own two feet.

He straightens up and dusts his hands, off the muck.

"Well.... the questions remains now, if the family was murdered and dumped in the pit..... where the hell are their bodies and if the bodies where carried off, then to which direction did it head over to because—"  Jin pauses, gesturing at the ground.

Hoseok looks down at his feet, and steps behind, a squelch resonating under his boot.

Mixed with grime, mud, and water were traces of something much more familiar of murder sites— blood.

And the bloodied trails were dragged across the floor, on both the sides to his left and to the direction to his right. Flood lamps shone bright in the dug up tunnel, where the foresensics worked diligently, picking up samples and snapping pictures of anything and everything in the tunnel.

Hoseok lowers himself to crouch once more, to insepct the ground. "What do you say about this Jin?"

The man shuffles on his feet "well.... looking from above to down here, it is unlikely the tunnel to the top was dug from above. Somebody must have dug from down here and made its way up, killed the family, brought their corpses down and uh... well took off I guess–"

Hoseok touches the still damp mud between his gloved fingers "and how long does it take to build a tunnel like this without any notice?"

Jin hesitates for an answer "um... that's why I'm assuming it must have been a group... or atleast a band of diligent 25 people at most  and uh... it would probably take atleast 6 months... lesser if they have tools and modern driller as they do for subways or metros"

Hoseok pauses, "The soil is fresh...."

He looks up at Jin for answer.

The Doctor grimaces "if you're asking for an answer other than that of professional bounds, I cannot answer you."

"I'm only asking for what you truly feel." Hoseok stands up to his feet.

Jin purses his lips and then sighs, his shoulder slumping "honestly...I have no idea. The soil is freshly dug up and it doesn't make sense, considering no human could possibly dig this up in such a short event, commit a mass murder and get away with it."

Hoseok lowers his gaze.

"How far does this tunnel run?"

"I don't know, we are ordered to not move ahead or away from the site by the Lieutenant, so I'm guessing shortly this place will be flooded with the Government Specialists, don't ask me how I know this, I heard my guys talking over about this." Jin continues, pointing a thumb behind his shoulders, at his unit and Hoseok runs his gaze along the men. His eyes then trickle over to the end of the tunnel which was consumed by darkness.

He peers into the dark, Jin's rambles muting over his head to a white noise.

Stuck in a daze, he feels his heart constrict and almost leers forward.... and then he sees it.

He sees it.

A faint silhouette of the creature.

And even more fainter white shroud with a wisp of curtained wings, sporting a hazy ray of light for a blade. The shroud holds it up and then brings it down slashing across the creatures neck, slicing it away from its torso. A moment of silence follows, the creature’s head rolls down the floor with dull thuds.

Hoseok stares, in horror.

And as if something had snapped, the white shroud turns to look straight at in his direction.

Hoseok staggers behind, into Jin's arms.

"Hey—! Bro you okay?"

Hoseok stares as more beasts stumble out of the dark of the tunnel and the white shroud turns to it once more, ignoring him completely. Holding the haze of a ray in its hands, it weilds it against the muted creature's snarls and growls, barely managing to keep up with them.

Hoseok staggers even more behind, stumbling at his feet.

"OUT! EVERYBODY NOW! GET OUT!" Hoseok yells out the command and all the specialists scramble in confusion, looking at him and to the opening.

"What the hell– is wron– Hoseok?" Jin shakes him.

"EVERYBODY OUT! NOW! THIS IS AN ORDER!!!!"

And the word is final, everybody scramble to the top with the emergency order. Hoseok helps every individual climb up to the top keeping his stinging eyes peeled at the white shroud and the beasts surrounding it.

He remains in the pit, until he has saved everyone out from this trap of death.

He anxiously eyes the white shroud, who seems to stagger and loom at its own feet, it's movements much less precise than it was earlier.

Hoseok hesitates watching the beasts cling to the white shroud, who seemed to be the only thing to have been keeping the hoard of demons at bay the entire time, protecting the clueless humans in the tunnels.

Hoseok feels his lips quiver, his heart twisting in pain witnessing the fall of their silent savior.

There is nothing he can do to help it but only watch as he's being pulled upwards hastily by firm hands. And amidst the shouts of his name, he faintly registers a whisper of 'thankyou' in the air, with a gentle pressure.

A blinding flash of light erupts from the tunnel and the room shudders under the pressure, the walls cracking open on command.

With scrambling feet and a grasp at his collar, Hoseok is pulled out from the room with many others, as the ceiling collapses into the pit sealing it away.

The commotion from the outside, behind the yellow tape once more reaches Hoseok's ears as he is seated on the stairs to the house, with many others panting and gasping for air, unaware of what had even happened.

Hoseok looks down at his trembling fingers, his eyes involuntarily tearing up and the droplets stealing its way down onto his hands.

"Hoseok.. hey.. Hoseok– hey..." Jin's voice brings him out of his trance trance he looks up at the man.

"Hey... you're alright. We're all alright. Thanks to you. We are alright. It's alright, Hoseok" Jin assures him, but Hoseok feels guilt squeeze in his chest.

It wasn't because of him, they were alive....

It was the nameless saviour down there who sacrificed itself for them.

Hoseok presses his fingers into his shut eyes.

It burns.

It burns.

The image, of the helplessness and the relief on their saviour's face when they all managed to escape safely, was seared into his mind.

Hoseok cries silently, mourning.

The voices filter out and somewhere he hears Johnny's voice to check the casualties.

And somewhere in the Silver Gates, the Fountain of Divinity erupts blood red, staining all that is pristine.

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Jimin rides the motorcycle at a steady speed. The sky was quickly darkening overhead, which wasn't much of a problem, since he could see though the dark just fine.

However, the figure seated behind him was much more antsy but stiff, his pale hand gripping lightly onto the hem of his leather jacket– careful enough to not touch the Demon directly.

Jimin had to scoff outloud, covering it with a chuckle.

It's not like the See-er would die anyway, should he speed up and crash into a tree.

Anyway, Jimin doesn't resort to mischief of such kind and rides his motorcycle to their destination in one piece.

It hadn't been that long, since the clock hit 6pm, yet the darkened clouds had taken steed for the evening, drawing over the city of Seoul.

Yoongi hops off the motorcycle and as does Jimin, placing his helmet down.

The two face the abandoned facility infront of them.

"So, what do you expect to find here?" Jimin asks, tilting his neck to crackle the stiffness out of it.

"Some answers " Yoongi bluntly replies.

"Answers to what?" The Demon turns to face him, hands shoved into his pockets.

"My colleague discovered something odd about Han Sojoong's lair....  and I recently cross examined his claims and I found something familiar in them.." Yoongi pauses "familiar and odd as in... the remains of your kind."

Jimin's expression quickly sours and he purses his lips shut, his fingers curling on his side.

The winds take up speed and howls menacingly in their ears, the leaves rustling at their feet. The dark clouds swirl with an unkind premonition.

Thunderless lightning strikes the earth and the two turn to face it, almost in unison.

Thunderless lightning, was afterall the bearer of bad news to Jimin and for all the more reasons, to Yoongi as well.

Nothing good came with multiple Silver Angels descending to the mortal realm.

The Demon narrows his eyes, to the far off distance, where the heart of the city lay. More lightning follow, in quick succession one after the other.

"Something is wrong." He says.

The See-er, whose eyes burn cerulean blue hums in response "its not looking good."

"We have to hurry." He continues, looking up at the sky.

And for the first time, the Demon agrees with the See-er.

Something terrible was about to go down.

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Author's Note:

RIP poor nameless Silver Angel

This author, now formally inaugurates the art of killing off characters, even the most randomest to favs, from this chapter henceforth.

You're all about to be hit by a shit storm, be prepared.

Mwahahahahhahaha

Know this, that the events of this chapter and the next will be happening in and around the same time sequence and side by side.

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Author: Welcome back to the two braincells talkshow and oh my, it has been a while now, has it not?

Author: right, so today we have the most anticipated, third traitor of the traitor trio, Ms. Park Jihyo.

Jihyo: thankyou, anticipated but unexpected yes?

Author: *laughs* very, but I must say some were very apt on guessing your identity. The fans are very careful, like that.

Jihyo: oh yes, but most confused my presence with unfortunate Detective Jung's. The first time was during the New year's eve party, where there was this scene where the See-er asks of my kind to uh... Jimin and the scene simultaneously ends with something with 'and his eyes darkened' so, this was basically a trick conceal of my lingering presence in actuality after having delivered a curse to Taehyung there.

Author: oh yeah that was tricky. The second time was the hallway, was it not? And coincidentally it was Hoseok who had appeared so people speculated him to be the traitor after that.

Jihyo: *laughs* he's rather unfortunate truly. I must say, he has some poor luck.

Author: that's my favorite character tho, no offence.

Jihyo: oh none taken... but poor poor Hoseok, whatever may happen to him now... *chuckles*

Author: um .... excuseme?

Jihyo: you know how it is.... anybody who discovers those of not the mortal kind are subjected to erasure according to the Silver Gates rules..... however, in Infinite Hells... we subject them to.... death.

Author: UM ?! MAAM?! NOT THE SUN OF THE SHOW.

Jihyo: what can I say... all mortals die in the end, should it matter how they die?

Author: is this a spoiler?

Jihyo: if you tempt me enough, I can make it be.

Author: AHEM next question– how did you, as a Demian invade this body—

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Lol.

Stay safe and take care♡

Love,
J