He could feel the change of weather in his bad knee. It had been particularly painful to walk the past few days, the sharp sting accompanying each step making it even harder to fulfil his daily necessities. As he settled down in his beloved armchair, he heaved a heavy sigh, rubbing his tired face with his bony hands.

"Have you eaten already?"

The sudden voice behind him made him flinch. His hearing wasn't good anymore, therefore he always got surprised by his visitors, especially since they came irregularly. He cleared his throat to make sure his voice would come out somewhat stable. "Not yet. What have you been up to lately? Seungcheol said you've been busy."

Seungkwan stepped around the armchair and into his field of vision, kneeling down in front of him with a worried frown on his face. "Nevermind that.” He waved dismissively. “But you really need to eat more, you've become so thin. It's hard to see you this way, Hannie. Maybe you should consider hiring a new maid or something? And I'll send Gluttony over more often so he can cook for you."

Based on Seungkwan's deepening frown, Hansol hadn't been very successful at hiding his amusement. He tousled Envy's soft hair to ease the tension. "And how am I going to explain the random handsome boys that appear out of thin air in my living room on a regular basis? Also, did you already forget about the last housekeeper I had? The poor thing ran away after walking in on us. And I can't blame her; you certainly don't look like you're multiple centuries old. While I pretty much look exactly my age." Hansol laughed dryly, wincing at the pain it brought to his chest.

The demon pouted at his comment and his knee. "I don't care. You're beautiful to me. I've seen you age so I'm used to your wrinkles and saggy skin anyway."

"Wow, way to make me feel better. Thanks, dear," Hansol said sarcastically but he couldn't stop a warm smile from blossoming at the words of his (former) husband. "I would've never thought that I'd be the one who lives the longest, 'specially considering how often we went out to get drunk. It's really troublesome. How's Minghao doing by the way? Did he get used to hell?"

"He's fine, just a bit confused still. But Jun is taking good care of him - he was really ecstatic to see Minghao back in his young body." Seungkwan snorted. "I'm pretty sure they've had on the day of his arrival. I actually wanted to bring him with me today but Sloth said that we should wait until he's fully adjusted to being a demon. Just as a precaution so he won't set your table on fire like Seokmin did."

"Did he change much? After what happened to Chan, I'm actually kinda worried now."

The demon changed his position to a more comfortable one, leaning against Hansol's legs, and smiled reassuringly. "Nah, he's pretty much the same. His hair is red now though and he's more cheeky than I remember him to be when he was young." Seungkwan gently grasped Hansol's bony hand and placed a kiss in his palm. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine. I'll be there to guide you."

-

Hansol opened his eyes and knew immediately that something was not the way it was supposed to be. His body felt much lighter than it should and the constant pain in his knee was gone. It was as if he was floating. Nothing seemed to touch his body, neither his bed nor its covers, not even his clothes. The darkness surrounding him was impenetrable, not even the faintest shimmer of light was visible, and for a few horrible seconds, he wondered if he had gone blind. Then he heard the rustling of clothes behind him.

Turning around, he felt incredibly relieved to find a light source slowly coming closer. Attached to that light source, which turned out to be an old-fashioned lantern lit by a candle, was a being. Hansol wasn't sure what else to call it since it looked somewhat human but neither exactly male nor female. The being was completely bald with a beautiful but deathly pale face. Not even the lips held any colour. A black blindfold was placed where the eyes should be and the frail body was clad in a white toga.

"Who are you?" Hansol asked, taking a small step back as it moved towards him. The being only smiled and motioned him to follow while turning around. He hesitated for a moment, but seeing no other option, he obeyed.

The light revealed that Hansol was indeed , but the body he was used to seeing, the old and wilted one, was gone. Instead, his body was youthful again, the skin wrinkle-free with a hint of strong muscles moving beneath it. Finally, it dawned to him that he was dead.

Come to think of it, the others had never told him what it was like to die since they couldn't remember anything after being transformed into demons - but right now it didn't seem too bad. Just a bit dark. Hansol tried to remember how he had died in the first place but the only thing he could recall was going to bed after a surprise visit from Mingyu and Wonwoo, who had enthusiastically talked about the hellhound they had adopted a few days prior (it didn't seem particularly well behaved based on the stories they had giddily told him but the couple was completely smitten with their new pet).

After a few minutes of silently walking through the dark and getting lost in his thoughts, two identical wooden doors became visible in the lantern light. The being stopped and waited for Hansol to stand next to it before it motioned towards the right door with a nod. Hansol warily stepped closer and rea