The night wind blows accompanying the glow of the silent moon in the middle of a pitch - black night. The window curtain flutters from the open window, letting the glow of the moonlight caress an old politician face in the middle of his sleep beneath a layer of money. Spread around the bed and the bedroom floor was money, from corruption. A victory smile decorating his wrinkly face, enjoying the endless fun of wealthiness using the innocent folks money. 

 

A lump of black smoke appears on his balcony, creating a figure of a tall sturdy young man and a well - craved features. The young man was wearing a black dress pants and a black suit jackets that cover his black classic fit dress shirt and a red blood tie that hangs perfectly around his neck. His skins as pale as the white marble stone, his lips is pale pink in contrast with his skin, and his sharp irises is filled with the color of the blood, red. 

 

His shiny black oxford shoes doesn’t even make a sound when it collides with the marble floor beneath his shoe soles. He walks from the balcony to beside the old politician, and crouch near his face. His fingers traces the politician face before his cold palms covers the politician face. “Décéder.”

 

The once firm fist that curled beside the politician head, spread weakly open. Like the soul had been taken away from the body. A shadow rises from inside the body looking confused and lost. The see-through shadow looks at the red-eyed man in front of him with a look so pitiful that he scoffs. “Park Joseo.” The red-eyed young man speaks, sending shivers running down his spine. He belief that even the room temparature had gone down to minus just from the magnificent creature in front of him says his name.

 

“By the verdict of aevum, you were destinied to be dead.

By the verdict of lanx, you’re fated to go to hell.

By the verdict of fortuna, you were given another chance to make up for your sins and live once more as a farmer. Will you take this chance?”

 

Park Joseo, the old politician, let out a mocking thunderous laugh at the young man words. “A Farmer? Don’t make me laugh, son. I’m rich! What’s the use of ‘making-up’ for my sins? No one knows I did corruption.”

 

The young man let out a big breath from his mouth and tilts his head up, looking at the ceiling trying to calm himself. He returns to look at Park Joseo. “Fine, I take it that you don’t want to take this chance.” The young man closes his eyes, his lips mumbling a certain sentence that Park Joseo can’t understand. 

 

“Deus enim fortuna, Park Joseo non recipere misericordium tuam.”

“Deus enim décés, aperite mihi portas gehenna.”

 

A brown mahogany door appears behind Park Joseo body. The door was covered in blood and the claw of mankinds. With the strong blowing wind, the door opens and emitted a great heat from the inside. “Ah, so hot.” The young man covers his eyes. Park Joseo only can drop his jaw looking at the scary door behind him. The door straight to hell. A hand made of fire and lava come out from the door. Reaching out to grasp Park Joseo see-through soul. Pulling him in to the land covered in fire and lava. “No! I don’t deserve this! Get me out from here!”

 

Despite his wails of pain and protests, the soul still getting dragged into hell. The door closed with a resonating ‘thump’ sound, masking the cries from Park Joseo. The young man smirks at the door, and waves at it excitedly before the door was gone with a ‘poof’.

 

“Who are you?” 

 

The bedroom door creaks slightly, a little girl was rubbing her eyes with her tiny fist and another hand holding onto her bunny doll ears, dragging it. The young man was startled, he quickly put on his kindest smile at the girl and crouch in front of her. “I’m just a man with a red eyes.”

 

“Humm, What’s wrong with daddy?”

 

The young man turns his head to look behind his shoulder. The soul-less body of Park Joseo still there like sleeping in a peaceful sleep. “He’s just deep asleep.” Apparently too deep. “Hyejung-ah, Uncle have to go. Take care of your mummy, aight?”

 

“Wait! Uncle, what’s your name?”

 

The man stops his feet that both already standing on the balcony railings. He let out a long sighs, turning to face the little girl, spreading his hand. A set of black wide and strong wings spread out from his back.

 

“Oh Sehun.”

 

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“Décés.”

 

A young lady with a brown wavy hair softly mumbles, waking up the red-eyed young man that fell asleep on the branches of a very humongous tree in the middle of the forbidden forest. The lady had a pale skin, lips as red as the blood that dripped on the white snow, her hair is wavy and reach down to her back. She wears a white one-shoulder dress, her feet is covered with a white pump heels that was decorated with little diamonds. A white elegant wings dragged down as she walks. Her blue irises stares his red ones. “We’re on the living territory, Á vie. Call me with the right name.” 

 

His arms circles loosely around her waist, pulling her closer to his cold embrace. “Who did you kill today, Sehun?” 

 

“An old stupid politician called Park Joseo. Just doing my tasks.”

 

The girl stiffles a laugh, cupping his cheeks on her hands. Sehun leaned his cheeks more the her hands feeling the warmth she brought. His red irises taking her well sculptued features. “Hyena, who did you to the world today?” 

 

“A reincarnation of a teenge girl named Kwak Soon Ae.”

 

He hummed at her answer and closes his eyes feeling her fingers dancing above his cold skin. Her fingers trails down to his jaw, and keeps going down to the spot between his neck and shoulder. She touched his tattoo or mark, a black sun-shaped mark, the mark of the angel of death. He opens his eyes, taking a look at her mark, the same place as his, but only it was a black star-shaped mark, mark of angel of life. He stares at it until the mark flickers in a deep shade of blue sapphire. 

 

“Ouch!”

 

Her fingers quickly detached itself when Sehun’s mark glows red. The mark feel hot and burning her skin on her fingers, Sehun looks at her fingers apologetically. “Duty calls?” She cracks a smile at him. Sehun nodded his head, and his hand reach out to pull at her nape, brushing her lips with his in a innocent kiss full of pent up emotion.

 

Angry, Pissed, Disappointment, Care, Affection, Love.

 

“Ask Lay to heal it, aight?” She nodded her head at him. They separates themselve, before spreading their wings, flying to the opposite direction as the other.