Two angels were born to the Goddess as was written down in the prophecy.

Taehyung, the angel of the night, held the keys to the underworld. He held the responsibility of punishing the wrong doers of the mortal world. He was pale in complexion and his pupils a shade of white, his robes black like the colour of the horns atop his head.

And Jimin, the angel of the morning sun, held the keys to paradise. A wonderland for those mortals who'd lived their life in a manner that was rewarded after their death. He, like his twin brother Taehyung, was pale in complexion but his pupils were a shade of brown. His robes were white and his wavy blond hair fell onto forehead in a sort of a fringe.

Taehyung rarely smiled, his responsibility as an angel that held the key to the underworld didn't really require him to give those souls who entered there a warm welcome.

Taehyung's just wired that way.

Which is why he's at a total loss when his helper suddenly appears with a bawling child in its arms.

He takes one look at it and his eyes go wide. The child continues to bawl, it's small body clinging on to his helper, possibly afraid.

"How old?" Taehyung asks and winces slightly when his voice comes out rougher than he expected it to.

"He's three," the helper supplies and Taehyung's frown deepens.

"Why is he here and not with my brother?"

"I-I may have taken a wrong turn at the bridge," the helper stutters and Taehyung's eyes narrow.

"You fool!" he barks but immediately regrets it when the child startles in the helpers arms.

Taehyung takes a deep breath.

"Hey, darling. Hello," he says softly and outstretches his arms for the child, "how would you like to go to someplace magical, hm?"

The child quietens in the helpers arms and gives a hint of a nod as it leans forward and into Taehyung's arms. The angel takes him and holds him close to his chest, a soft smile over his face.

"What's your name, precious?"

"Hobi," mumbles the child.

"What a cute name for such a precious darling."

"I'm scared," mumbles Hobi.

"I know, darling. But don't you worry. I've got you and I'm sure that my brother will take wonderful care of you," Taehyung comforts, gently wiping his tears, "would you like to see some magic?"

"Magic? Yes, please."

"Such a polite child, aren't you?"

Taehyung palms glow red and Hobi watches in fascination as the angel waves around his free hand creating little three-dimensional animals and making them dance around them.

Hobi reaches out a palm, mouth shaped like a small 'o' as he does so and touches a squirrel. He giggles when the glittery red squirrel runs up his little arm and nuzzles his cheek.

Taehyung holds the little boy close and with a small movement of his hand, he fades away with the child.

[To be continued. . .]