Night.

Jungkook's make up artists were standing side by side, different brushes covered in talc sliding down on different sides of his face making sure to highlight the best part of his features, making him more perfect than he actually is.

His physical appearance as a human was desired by every men and women-- idolized and worshipped, loved and lusted over, gifted impulsively on different sorts of gifts that varies from expensive to ridiculously priceless by stupidly weak minded humans that spend their time crying over someone that doesn't know them. It's better in his opinion, that humans are slowly forgetting their creator and spent more time for him and other deeds, making themselves succumb to more sins and it was a great thing for demons; they get stronger, they multiply.

Oh well, if it isn't humans demons aren't created.

His blazers was slipped to his figure, straightening to remove the little imperfection of the expensive clothing.

"5 more minutes!"

The director shouted and the devil smirked. Just a little more, he'd see his beautiful silver haired bride in front of him on stage while he's getting hypnotized and drowned by his voice. And later would be another topic. He's getting excited to make him taste his first sin.

Tonight is no ordinary night, the thirteenth. The day that he had been waiting for, the day of his marriage with his purest bride, Jimin. His eighteenth birthday was the destined day for him to be married with the devil and in a good or bad way, he can never escape him.

The past days were a premonition that he delivers to him, a sign that he'll meet his dear groom soon whether he'll like it or not, he's the devil's only bride. He gave him dreams that were surely horrifying that forgetting the memory would sound impossible yet he needed to, so in a way, he'll never forget.

The demons of hell must have been thinking why the devil himself chose the purest of them all rather than getting himself a succubus to be done with as the queen of hell that can aid him and it's an easy answer; to make him more powerful.

He must admit that he got attached to the martyr, and he'd want to see his evolution once he became his bride, he wanted to see him become someone new; to transform the pure to become the filthiest of all demons as much as he is, someone that can be inclined with him just as what happened on the devil's history.

Hard to say but the devil himself was once the purest creature made by him.

People with large curiosity are better to stain with sins, they do something out of their knowledge just to try out new experiences until they end up into the left side, what they're doing becomes a routine cycle for them and most of all, it sounds fun.

"Show start, Jungkook!"

The blinding lights and ear piercing screams started off as stepped his foot on stage, his human name being shouted by every human along with endearments that he never accepted inside the arena their faces were mixed of thirst and tears yet it doesn't matter to him, they aren't that important anyways.

He was looking for someone, the most important person of the night--Jimin. He started off with his first song, dragging his feet into other sides of the stage-- his crimson eyes roaming around the wave of fans in front of him and believe it or not, he spotted Jimin fast. 

There he was, his silver hair standing out along with the crowd that has ridiculous mix of hair colors, still looking as pure as he is. Oh, who would dress in a pure white clothes in a rock concert looking like a complete angel in the middle of the crowd? He's all of a full bloom flower in a withering garden, ready to be fetched by him.

He eyed the boy all the time, never removing his sight to the silver haired boy even though he's busy singing for the crowd and he was fascinated how his bride seemed to be enjoying his show, he was delicate enough, he isn't at the point of palpitating or almost seizure-like, he was just smiling and clapping his small hands singing along with him.

It's time.

Jimin was enjoying the time of his life, singing along the songs from the love of his life; yes he just declared it for himself. He was swooned over by him especially in person, he looked way more better especially his heart is now beating wildly in the middle of the crowd because of him--not to mention that he loved the spot where he had been standing. The whole time felt like Jungkook's crimson eyes were looking back at him, that they had been looking at each other the whole concert.

Which is a fact.

He had been gazing over him till he felt something wrong on him. Dizziness suddenly shot into his head, and everything he sees seemed to stop-- the crowd, the lights, the movements of everybody except him; Jungkook. It's no illusion anymore, he was directly staring at him with a smirk painted on his face, the speakers and the cheers of the crowd went silent and he is sure that Jungkook's was telling something as his lips were moving, words that are incoherent to understand for him, his body getting heavier everytime the man in front of him chants a word.

He can't see him clearly as he tries to balance himself even though the darkness is eating him out he got one last glimpse of him;

Snap.

The crowd panicked as the silver haired boy fainted down the ground, almost everybody in the front shouting for medics to aid the unconscious one that everyone scrambled theirselves to gather help for Jimin. There's something wrong, it isn't just all about the fainting that they panicked at, blood.

They didn't knew where it came from whether it's from him or not yet the pooling was continous, the white clothes he's wearing turned into blood red--his breath stopped and even the warmth on his body was long gone almost ice cold.

"H-he's dead!" 

The woman beside screamed at the sight of the lifeless body lying in the pool of blood, the whole concert act postponed because of the sudden death that took place.

Jungkook secretly smirked, the bodyguards running towards him and ushered his safety out of the arena.

Oh boy, shows are fun.

The ambulance came and brought out a stretcher laying Jimin and carried him so he can be admitted to the nearest hospital even though the rescuers weren't sure of it's sight; he's way too late, he's gone.

Inside the ambulance was a mess, the rescuers were piled when his body was being examined, all of them at utter confusion on how he died. No lacerations, no stabs, shots nor even the blood that was pooled earlier didn't came from his mouth or any part of his body.

He just..dropped dead without any reasons.

There was a phone in his pocket yet the contacts were empty, no possible person for emergency contacts.

"Should we declare his time of death?"

"October 13th, 10:13pm. Cause of death, unknown."

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His cerulean eyes fluttered open only to meet the deep crimson ones from a man he totally knew, his eyes widened of the realization that he isn't at the previous place on where he is  and instead he's being draped on velvet colored sheets, his white clothing changed into dark colored ones and the back of his right palm had a tattoo, the same pentagram he saw in his dream was inked on his skin.

"My dearest bride is finally awake from his deep slumber.."

Jimin doesn't have any idea on what's happening or why is Jeon Jungkook-- the popular rockstar, was in front of him with his slender fingers playing with his locks and calling him such term of being his 'bride'.

"B-bride..?"

"Yes you are, my dear..and later you'll be my queen." The devil's red eyes glowed, licking his lips slowly crawling to the bed with a vicious smile on his lips.

"P-please go away..I-i'm not your bride! You must be mistaken! I'm only a healer from a simple church.."

He gripped the velvet sheets tight, slowly backing off until his back hit the headboard of the bed. His air-off innocence only triggered the raven more, holding the smaller figure down in his wrists and straddling his legs yet the silver haired boy screamed, giving his all to kick the guy on top of him, squirming and wreathing which is no use because of the man's supernatural power.

"Oh darling. It's no use..you can never escape me, nor your fate as my bride." Jungkook's sclera turned into black to show the boy underneath on who is, what he really is and he got the reply that he's waiting--the boy began trembling with tears trailing down his cheeks.

"A demon.." Jimin shut his eyes to pray for help to rescue him from the nightmare he's been in yet Jungkook just chuckled on what he's hearing, that the purest was praying for help from him.

"Do you really expect that your 'God' will rescue you at this moment? Darling, I must admit that your comment did hurt me.. you simply called me a demon. I'm higher than them and I supposed you know what that means right?"

"T-the devil.."

"Hmm? That sounds better."

"..why do you keep calling me your bride..? I was never a sinner, n-nor I never did something to hurt anyone.."

"Then think of a reason why." Jungkook's lips were against his, kissing him in a dirty manner that isn't pleasing, biting down the bottom lip until it bled enjoying the sweet metallic taste on his lips.

First sin, kissing the devil.

"Ah, fuck. Your lips taste the best..just as expected from a pure one like you." He was ready to attack the boy's lips again but he leaned at the other side to avoid his kiss. It was Jimin's first and the experience earlier was unpleasant and the intent to repeat was out of his mind.

"W-why do you keep calling me your bride? Please just answer me!" The devil loved the boy's eagerness to know the reason why and as his groom, he'll tell him right away.

"You are an offering for me. And do you have any idea on who offered you to me?"

"W-who?"

"Your dearest 'parents' did."

It was rather a staight forward answer from him. Jimin never had a memory of them, nor a fragment of his childhood. The only memory he remembered is he was locked up after knowing his healing abilities, spending time in the balcony to preserve his 'purity'.

"I don't even know who are they.."

"Hmm..your right. You never knew them since you lost a fracture of your memory from your childhood. I know everything about you more than you do to yourself, Jimin."

"I shouldn't believe you! Y-your the devil, you keep telling lies to humans..my parents..t-they're dead according to the priests that raised me!" Jungkook admired how his bride was getting fiesty that he can talk back to him.

"Oh, my poor brideI know everything about you more than yourself. Being the forbidden fruit of a nun and the fallen angel Semyaza, being born from a mortal sin of a deity and human isn't easy hm? Does that explain your abilities now that your so called 'miracle' from above is a natural ability of yours? It was a long request of mine to have a pure one as my bride so he offered you to me. You were meant to be mine until your eigteenth birthday comes, and whatever you'll do you are mine."

Jimin wanted to deny all the truth that he had been telling to him. He's a child of god and nothing more, he'll never be a child of a sinful nun and a fallen angel just as he told.

Second sin, judgement.

"The mark on your right hand, we both have it."

"Then what is this for?"

"I had been fooling you the whole time actually."

"W-what?!" Jimin wore a look of disbelief.

"The mark means that we are already one, you are married to me once you are marked."

- end of 3-

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