#devil yoongi

Eyes. Eyes everywhere. Deepset and narrow orbs bore into him from every angle. Orbs gracing him from every nook and cranny of the overcrowded room. Greens, blues and all the brown hues feasted on the sight of him. But it wasn't him they were looking at. No, it was what concealed him that caught their eye. He was nothing more than a steel hook hidden the frame of a painting from the 16th century. He was not the attraction, he hid behind the point of interest. As he had done for millennia. He's lived everywhere, he could be a book on the shelf, a locket at the bottom of Mariana's trench, he could be a pebble on the pavement. He was the outcast, since the dawn of time when he was cast from the mighty above he's been nothing more than loner traveling the crevices of the Earth searching and waiting for the moment to reappear.

Many believed he vanished, many deemed him banished. But no. He may be out of sight, but he wasn't out of mind. He waited in a silence and lonesome far worse than any death. For each waking second, he was gaining. The more you lied, the more you cheated, the more you killed, the more you stole, the more you lazied, the more greed and envy you embodied all the more powerful he was. This applied to all who called Earth their home. Every sin committed made the steel hook hidden in the painting all the stronger.

Today was like any other. Sitting in this museum in Italy he once again had eyes bore into him. Many of these eyes blank to him, but a pair did stand out. Your soft gentle eyes grew on him. The way your delicate orbs travel every brushstroke of the painting spoke to him. You weren't just looking at the painting. You were looking into it. You were taking in its story as you did every day. Months and month your wonderous gaze traveled over this very painting. Not a day would pass when he didn't feel the warmth in your gaze as you observed this piece of art. There were times he humored the idea that you could see him, that you were there for him. That you were here to share the burden he lived. The burden of which was his reality. However, today seemed like any other, but today was the day. The day he waited millennia for.

Taking in the essence of your gaze. He commenced his wrath. He was the being who was banished from the heavens so long ago. He was enemy of every church, the enemy of every angel and the enemy of god. But now it was his time, and he wasn't going to suffer millennia again, he was taking siege and he's contemplating taking you with him.  His trumpets down below sounding off the cry of war, his underlings stomping their feet against the grounds as their war cries began to fill the ears all those dwellings on Earth and the heavens. Volcanos, floods, hurricanes, mudslides, wildfire, and earthquakes running rampant across the land and water. Worldwide a panic commenced. Individuals doing the unspeakable as they fleetingly ran for their lives.

The museum's walls trembling as an earthquake shook Italy's grounds. Displays, paintings and statues falling from their places. Those in the museum running to the exit and others breaking down on the museum's marble floors. You being one of them. His heartstrings lightly being tugged when he saw your small form cowering in fear. However, that wasn't going to stop him. An exquisite Venetian statue clambered it's way to the floor. It's loud thud and fall was just enough to knock his painting off the wall. The sound of glass shattering was euphoric to his ears. The sound of his millennia of lonesomeness coming to an end. Frame leaving the painting there lay his steel hook against the swirls of marble.

Hook shoving its point into the marble he began to pull, the hook's chains being pulled by his other half in the fiery pits of hell. His climb to the Earth causing the grounds to shake violently. His rough skin gripping his flaming chain, the small light from the hook's hole in the marble guiding him. Reaching it, his devilish hand burst from below, making the whole gape, his horns slamming against the marble as he struggled to break the surface. His nose flaring as he takes his first breath, his devilish hand outstretched only to be met with a heavenly caress.

An angel dressed in his robes, caressing the hand belonging to the devil. A fondness twinkling in the angel's soft brown eyes, his thick lips curled into a wide smile, his wings outstretched their beauty calming your trembling form. Your eyes watching the angel pull a devilish hand from the hole in the ground. A horned, handsome man wearing only loose pants that wrapped around the legs that belonged to a goat. Flames illuminating his skin, dispersing into the air, his tail thrashing as he gave a howl and stretched his arms.

The angel's wispy voice ringing in your ears, "My old friend it's true you never died."  The horned figure scowling, "Is that the shit they told you in heaven?" His voice a hoarse growl, his eyes falling upon your trembling form. Your blood ice as the horned figure made its way over to you, your mouth dry as you began to plea for your life. Countless prayers escaping your lips as you pleaded to the angel the closer the figure got. However, the beautiful angel only turned its nose to you. "P-Please don't kill me!!" Your sobs ugly and fearful when the figure reached you. "Stop the damn praying and I won't!" His voice a low growl as his warm hand gripped your jaw, being mindful of his claws. "Little lamb prayer won't do you any good.  The man above closed his gates to all of you." He smiled, leaning close to your ear. "That leaves you under my command now. I'm sure you can guess who I am, you're a talented girl y/n. I know you can put two and two together."

His voice a little sultry, the angel a few feet behind gawking at this exchange. "Yoongi out of all the incubi and demonesses to pick from in hell you choose a human to be your toy?" His voice incredulous as he glared at your shivering form.

"T-Toy?" You squeaked, too scared to move your jaw from his grip. "Jimin, remember where you stand on the ladder." Yoongi growls, "Also get those putrid robes off of you. You know damn you are anything but an angel. How you managed to snake your way into Heaven still amazes me."

The 'angel' scowled, "You have a mate remember?", with a snap of his fingers the one known as Jimin, loses his angelic wings and appearance as he takes upon his horns and tattered wings, his aura darkening. "those robes are nothing compared to leather." He comments, his tight leather outfit outlining his body, his appearance breathtaking. "Jimin fuck off, Beatrice is a shitty mate anyways. This human, on the other hand, has potential and I have my reasons for picking her." The one known as Yoongi comments, his eyes looking at you. "Such a pretty face. Little lamb you're coming with me."

"T-To Where?"