Freedom.

That's the only thing that's on Yeosang's mind as he flies.

He's flown near birds, airplanes, even other angels, but he never truly feels free.

Being a Messenger, he knows that his role in heaven is very important. He knows that his job is dangerous.

But he also knows the Gates of Hell deeply intrigue him.

His advisor always gets on his case for interacting with the demons, But he can't help it, they confuse him so much. When a messenger is sent to deliver a letter to hell, they are not to actually interact with a demon, for it is forbidden by god. They are to leave the letter in a box, and a demon will  return later to retrieve it.

But Yeosang never follows the rules.

He always goes as far to the gates as he can, but he never enters. A demon tasked with watching the gates sees Yeosang, gets their higher up, and they come out to get the letter.

Just like today, in which the same routine has occurred. Yeosang doesn't always get to relay messages to hell, most of the time he's sent to another country in the mortal world and drops off the letter directly to an angel. But today, he felt giddy inside when Advisor Wheein told him he was to send a letter to hell.

Yeosang stands patiently, waiting for the Watcher of the Gates to come and retrieve his message. He looks almost fake standing there, his pink hair and eye makeup, his white clothing and fluttering wings, and the halo hovering upon his head. Surrounding him is nothing but dead foliage, dirt, and foggy air. Any other angel would run at the first sign of dirtiness, but Yeosang always stays.

"Ah, Yeosang. Another message? I was expecting you when someone said an angel was at the gates." The watcher of the gates, Taemin, gives Yeosang a flirtatious grin, and the younger angel blushes and looks away.

"Y-Yes, a message. From the advisor of the common angels."

Even though angels and demons are no longer allowed to interact because of heaven's law, sometimes, with acceptance from god, messages are to be sent to hell and vice verse.

Today, the letter is directed to the Fallen Angel division, about a common angel who disappeared two years ago. Advisor Sunmi fears that the angel survived de-purification, and request that a report on the angels status be sent back, and no further interaction will be needed.

Taemin takes the letter from Yeosang, minding the hand contact, and reads the contents before smirking. "Ah, I know who this is about. Our newest angel."

Yeosang perks up at Taemin's words, and the demon chuckles. "You can tell your advisor we'll send a report on your little runaway, if Advisor Jinwoo feels like sending a report. Thanks for your work, Yeosang."

Even though no other angel in their right mind would show respect to a demon, Yeosang bows and makes his way back up the path leading to the gates, and once he's reached a point to where he feels comfortable, he flaps his wings and starts to make his way back up to heaven.

***

"A-Ah! Right there, yes!"

There's nothing in this world San loves more then hearing mortal women moan, and right now the one he's chosen to toy with tonight is especially vocal.

As a incubus, san wants, no, needs to play with humans. It's almost like an addiction he can't overcome, but that's what comes with an incubus. an undying sex drive.

The whines and cries of the woman underneath him pushes him on, and he groans with pleasure as she clenches around him.

"I-I'm gonna cum, please don't stop!" San grins at the women's face, she's young, probably mid 20's or early 30's. Her long black hair climbs to her forehead with sweat as she grips the sheets under her.

San would never play with mortal children. Unlike some of his kind, he has standards and would never go that low to please his needs. Some might still say he's a demon, that he still prays on innocent women while they sleep, that he shouldn't care about how mortals feel, but growing up around nothing but children  and seeing how they were mistreated, he could never imagine deviling a child of any kind.

The women under him yells and arches her back as she cums, and San follows  closely follows behind, pulling out and spraying on her stomach and chest. Soon, the woman is back asleep, peacefully, exactly how she was before San entered her bedroom. He redresses her, and places a hand on her temple, stealing the memories she's experienced in the last hour.

If San were to cum inside her and let her keep her memories, he would be imprinting on her, and dooming her to hell when she dies. But San has never felt such a strong attachment to a human before, so he's never imprinted on anyone. He simply comes to the mortal world to satisfy his own needs, and leaves once he's done.

Once the human is settled back fast asleep, just like how San found her, he walks over to the open window he came through, and slides out into the cover of night.

Once he's outside, he sighs and runs a hand through his black and red hair, looking up at the full moon. Tonight is when most incubus and succubus come out to toy with mortals.

As he walks down the streets of South Korea, he can hear the loud gasp of succubus and the low groans of incubus through open windows.

Most demons can play with two to eight humans a night, but San only ever takes one. His needs are settled after one good orgasm.

He starts to make his way back to the gates, but stops when he sees a flash of white in the sky. He looks up and is instantly bewitched with the beauty he sees.

It's an angel, a messenger San guesses with the pouch he carries, and he is stunning. The moonlight perfectly captures his pink hair, and San can see a birthmark underneath his eye blending in with the pink eye make he's wearing. San swears he can see glitter falling from the wings of the angel as he flies away, and once he's out of San's sight he lets out a breathe he didn't know he was holding in.

"He was..stunning."

San shakes his head and continues his walk down to the gates, and once he reaches the threshold between hell and the mortal world, he sighs in relief as he feels the comforting heat swallow his insides.

"Hey, San! First of the incubus to come back tonight, didn't get much action eh?"
Taemin grins as he picks at his nails, laying back in his chair and holding out his hand for San's payment back into hell.

San slaps his bill in the older demons hand, and scoffs at his statement. "I got plenty, Taemin. More then you get anyway."

The watcher laughs and hands San back his change, "By any chance..Have you seen an angel flying around here?"

Taemin raises an eyebrow, and grins when he remembers the messenger's visit. "Pink hair? Really pretty and carries a bag?"

"Yeah, that exact description."

"That's Yeosang. He's a messenger, the only one who actually comes as far to the gates as he can. I always go out to retrieve the letter from him. He brings a spark of joy to my day, he's real a gem."

San can't help but feel a twinge of jealously course through his veins, but he quickly pushes it aside to ask Taemin another question. "How often does he come?"

Taemin perks up at the demons question, and shrugs his shoulders. "I don't really keep track, sometimes it's him, sometimes it's another messenger who leaves the letter in the box and I have to go out of my way to get it. But most of the time they send him, I guess it's because he's the only one who isn't terrified of the concept of hell."

San turns his head to look back out of the gates, and sighs before walking away. "I can tell you're interested, San."

The incubus stops in his tracks, and looks back at the watcher with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Next time he comes, I'll send a request for you. Since you're so intrigued."

San chuckles, shoots Taemin an acknowledging look, and continues to walk further into the depths of hell without another word spoken.

"Yeosang, huh. A pretty name for a pretty angel."

San's eyes go red at his next thought.

"My dear, you'd look so good under me."