I stare, frozen in shock and disbelief as Taehyung falls to the ground on his side. The sound of his head slamming against the carpetted floor resonates loudly in the four corners of the room. The Sovereign runs to him, quickly turning him to lie on his back as Taehyung takes one long, shuddering breath.
And stops.
No one needs to move to know that Taehyung's heart has stopped. No one needs to move to know that his soul is gone.
Yet everyone reacts equally as violently.
"NO!" Yoochun screams, the sound seeming like a guttural roar. Jungkook is screaming as well, and the guards - those who survived the onslaught - pounce to their feet.
I don't move. I technically don't need to.
A soul that was gone, stayed gone.
I focus on Jungkook, coming to him as I check on his injuries. Due to him being a hybrid, the effect of the Holy weapon upon his body would be less serious than him being a full blown demon. But Holy weapons were designed to obliterate anything they touched. If Jungkook didn't heal soon, there'd be an additional dead body in this room.
The young child is screaming for Taehyung, his arms outstretched for his guardian who lay unmoving barely three feet away from him.
"Jungkook, stop," I growl, pressing a stern hand against his shoulder. "If you don't allow me to heal you, you will die."
Jungkook turns to me, his face streaked with tears.
"Taehyung -"
"We will deal with that once you heal," I reply swiftly, pressing my hand against his wound. The injury was serious. Blood was gushing out of the hole where the sword had impaled him and the Holy power was eating away at his soul.
The young child screams in pain, immediately grabbing onto my wrist and attempting to squirm away from me.
"STOP! IT HURTS!"
"If it hurts, then it means you're alive. Once it stops hurting is when the damage becomes irreversible."
I risk a fleeting glance to look in Taehyung's direction. 
He is surrounded by his guards and the Sovereign, whose face poorly masks panic as he holds Taehyung against his chest.
I turn back to Jungkook to see him looking up at me, his face contorted in pain.
For a moment, I panic. Jungkook needed to feel the pain. It was the only way I could gauge the severity of the injury. I couldn't nullify it and seeing the young child like this made my own heart anxious.
"Taehyung," he whispers.
I quickly realise that he isn't hurting for himself. He was hurting for Taehyung.
"Is he dead?"
I glance back at Taehyung, who was being moved by his guards to his bedroom. From the open door, I see them place him on his bed, as many then whip out their phones to contact their superiors.
Word of this would get out soon.
I turn back to Jungkook. He's started crying again.
"Rest easy," I murmur. "I will resolve all these issues."
"Promise?"
"In my best capacity."
I move quickly, swiping my arm under his shoulders and another behind his knees as I lift him up and head to the kitchen. The young one wraps his arms around my neck, resting his head against my shoulder. His skin is ice cold. Not good.
With a quick spell, I clear the marble kitchen island and place Jungkook on top. There wasn't much time before the power would kill him. That strike had been close to his heart.
I'd already lost Taehyung. I would kill myself if I lost Jungkook too.
His eyes are closed and there is a very audible raspy sound every time he breathes due to the blood in his lungs.
I rip open the shirt Jungkook was wearing, exposing his chest. As expected, the wound was spreading - eating away at his skin and exposing the muscle tissue and bones underneath.
I cannot help myself.
I hesitate.
"Is it bad?" he rasps.
"Just a scratch."
Jungkook was *just a child*. Looking down at his body being eaten away, the gravity of it all comes crashing down upon my shoulders.
He was so small.
I place a hand over Jungkook's wound, feeling and physically hearing the sickening squealch as my hand comes into contact with raw flesh. I feel him tense, yet say nothing.
I whisper a spell beneath my breath.
Countering Holy power, especially when I myself was the exact opposite of the word 'Holy', was going to be an incredible feat.
Jungkook loses consciousness just then. I cannot even afford to hesitate any longer.
"I invoke the powers of Hell, of the Court of the Aamon, and that of the Ruler of the Underworld. Heed my command and heal this vessel."
The power laying in my body reacts accordingly. The feel is sluggish and obviously weak. Battling the Angels took a significant portion of my energy levels.
I could only pray they would be enough for this young child.
I continue with the incantation to transfer my power to Jungkook, before I rest my lips against his, shoving as much of my power into him, directing the energy onto the wound I lay my hand on.
Jungkook's body violently stiffens as he receives the concentrated power and he convulses. I straighten, a strong hand against his chest to hold him down.
I feel my power spreading through him as I concentrate it on his wound. It surrounds his injury, slowly eating away at the toxic power as it attempts to heal. The Holy power was acting much like a cancerous virus as it tries to spread while my own power attempts to contain it.
"It won't be enough to save him."
I don't even look up. I needed to focus on Jungkook. Nothing was more important in this moment.
"I don't need your pessimism." The Holy power was actively resisting my healing. I knew, based on experience, that those who are attacked with this power would surely die. The angels did not require invoking mercy when it was to carry out what they termed 'necessary justice'.
But I'd performed miracles before. Maybe I could do them again.
"I'm merely being realistic."
I finally look up, annoyed that he was still here.
"What do you want?" I bite, staring as the Vampire King stands at the doorway. He is looking at Jungkook with an expression so vapid that I'm not even sure he's aware of what he's looking at. I assume he's in shock.
"The Aamon did me much favour by agreeing to help. I extend the same."
And then he looks up at me, meeting my eyes. I sense the sincerity in him, but I know how well leaders could pretend.
"The child won't survive -"
"I've stated that I don't. Need. -"
Jungkook convulses again, arching his back until it literally lifts off the ground before he falls limp again the table. His heart stops.
His heart stops.
"Fckk."
I reach for my power again, pressing my lips against Jungkook's and shoving my power into him. I am vaguely aware of the Vampire King rushing into the kitchen, standing on the other side of the island.
I break the contact from Jungkook, murmuring incantations under my breath. I unwittingly glance at the Vampire King.
He has his wrist pressed against his mouth, his fangs digging into his skin.
*What are you doing?* I murmur, projecting my thought into his mind.
*Helping.*
I shake my head as I continue verbally saying incantations. I had a pretty good idea what he wanted to do.
*It won't work. His heart has stopped. He -*
The Vampire King lifts his free hand, palm upwards. He closes it, forming a fist, before he opens it again. And then he closes it. And opens it. And closes it. And opens it.
He was moving to the rhythm of a beating -

*BADUMP*

*BADUMP*

I freeze. I am effectively speechless, both in thought and tongue. I glance at Jungkook. 
He still wasn't moving. His lungs weren't functioning. He had no brain activity. His skin was turning white. 
But his heart was beating.
I have lived on this earth for multi millenia, seen the impossible, experienced the unthinkable - yet still can't escape the words that leave my mouth.
"What the fk."
*It won't work for long.* The Vampire King's words resonate in my mind. *The heart merely pumps the blood. Nothing will work if oxygen doesn't reach his brain.*
I turn back to him. I had a gist of what the Vampire King was planning.
"If you turn him into a vampire -"
"There's another way," he answers, as his hand drops away from his mouth. Blood drips down his sleeve from the raw bite mark. "Conditional metamorphosis."
'Metamorphosis' was the formal term vampires used to turn non-vampires into those of their kind. Conditional metamorphosis was so rare that it actually takes me a moment. 
"He's already a hybrid," I answer. "There's no guarantee -"
"You can either try or lose him now."
That pushes me off. I am very rarely ever thrown off balance. But the Vampire King's words leave my mind scrambling.
I produce my sword hidden beneath my guise, holding it in my left while I hold out my right hand over Jungkook's wound. I run the blade over my wrist, slicing cleanly through skin and muscles.
There is a very obvious ripple of power as my silver blood leaks from the wound. The Vampire King holds his wrist against mine.
The moment his blood touches mine is when the ripple grows even stronger, until it is almost a blow that threatens to rip me off my feet. The Vampire King's blood was so sacred that a single cut signaled to the Vampire World that the Vampire King was in danger. And this act was signaling to the world what was happening - and what was about to happen. 
"No turning back," I hear the Vampire King breathe. Even he sounded hesitant.
"No turning back," I repeat.
Our blood mixes - the silver and black colours turning a dull grey before they start trickling.
The first drops hit the open wound.
And an invasion of powerful light hits us, turning the entire surroundings scorching white. I hear the Vampire King yell and I grab on to his wrist, pressing our bleeding wounds together.
The blood flow had to continue if we wanted to heal an injury of Jungkook's scale.
Further drops fall and this time, Jungkook reacts as well.
He arches his back, screaming at such a high pitch that I hear my eardrums hum with the very real possibility of bursting. His eyes pop open, entirely white as his body starts producing bursts of power in reaction to the blood.
"We have to stop!" I hear the Vampire King yell, as the power slams into us like concrete. "His body is too young and small to receive this much concentrated power!"
I let go, and the both of us are immediately flung back.
I slam horizontally against the kitchen cabinets and fall to the ground. The blinding white light is still there, the bursts of power are still ongoing and Jungkook was still screaming.
But I could sense his body reacting.
The strength of the blood from the Vampire King and I was effectively eating away at the Holy power, and our powers were working well to heal Jungkook's injury. 
The power of the Vampire King's blood was also hastening the process of his metamorphosis.
Jungkook would be fine.
I repeat the phrase in my head like a prayer - willing it into existence. The amount of power he'd just receive from the leader of the entire vampire community and myself should suffice to save him.
I push myself off the ground, barely able to get on all fours before I fall from pure exhaustion and from the constant blows of power Jungkook's body was producing. I resort to an army crawl as I head towards the young child.
The onslaught of sensation - from the screaming, to the light to the physical blows - was not doing me good. But I had to reach Jungkook before he worsened.
I hit the kitchen island, not even realising I'd reached it and feel my way for the cabinet before I pull myself up.
"JUNGKOOK!" At the rate the child was going, he was going to collapse the entire tower.
As is, I feel the kitchen collapsing. Everything in the vicinity was being eaten away. The tiled floor was cracking, the cabinets were disintegrating and pretty soon this entire floor would wilt away.
I call on to what little power I had left. I feel my human guise wavering and unwittingly feel myself losing to my true demon form. "STOP!" My voice had turned into a powerful roar as I force myself back to human form. I was wavering to even stay physical.
In desperation, I reach out to Jungkook, holding his forearm as I whisper another incantation that collapses the physical body, rendering an individual unconscious.
And everything stops.
I literally drop to the ground, slamming against the destroyed tiles. I am shaking and panting from exhaustion. I needed to feed.
I hear running footsteps.
"He's dead."
It's the Sovereign. I see him standing at the doorway, eyes on Yunho, who - just like myself - is struggling to keep his head above the ground.
"The Fifth Aamon is dead."

"He's not dead," I say, two fingers pressed below Taehyung's left ear and another two pressed against the space just below his ribs. 
I sense the collective eyes in the room staring a hole into my head as I murmur another incantation just to triple check.
"He's not dead," I repeat again, as I straighten. 
The Victor, Hector, the Vampire King, the Head Sovereign and multiple guards meet my gaze.
"His heart and brain have ceased activity," Hector points out - as if I wasn't aware.
Taehyung's body rests against his bed, looking like he's in deep slumber, save for his unmoving chest and pale skin.
I shake my head. "A line of Holy power is running in his veins, preventing his body from decomposing. For now, the Angels have the intention to return his soul."
"For now…?" I hear the Sovereign question.
"Angels have been known to change their minds."
"That does not sound appealing," the Vampire King quietly murmurs.
"It isn't," I breathe in answer. I glance at Jungkook, who is still slumbering in the corner. Once the child woke up, another scene would break loose.
I was on edge to a point that I hadn't been in a long time.
"How do you… know all this?" the Sovereign hesitantly asks.
The Victor looks back at me with his arms crossed over his chest, as if he is challenging me to answer.
I ignore him, eyes on Taehyung.
"I worked very closely with Ezekiel before his demise," I answer. "If Taehyung can figure out a way to return, then he will."
"And if he can't?"
I don't answer. I didn't need to say it aloud for them to figure it out. If Taehyung wasn't returned - or if he didn't figure out a way to return - he would be forced to stay in Heaven and his body would decompose. To put it simply, Taehyung would die.
There is a quiet rustle, and I turn my gaze to see Jungkook opening his eyes. I don't move - and neither does anyone else. The young child sits up, rubbing at his eyes.
For those few moments, he looks his age.
"Taehyung?" he calls.
"I humbly seek privacy for a few moments," I quietly murmur.
The guards in the room blink. Had I, a guard myself, just ordered three political leaders and Head of Court and one advisor to leave? Utmost disrespect had just been done. If I'd said that to my own Head of Court should I have one, I would find myself beheaded just for daring to speak up.
But the Vampire King nods, wordlessly standing as he glances at the others. "It is a difficult time," he says, as if defending me. "Let us leave."
Everyone filters out, leaving Jungkook and I - and Taehyung's body - alone. I don't move from where I stand.
"Are you alright?"
Jungkook finally looks up, still rubbing at his left eye. His right iris is fire engine red.
"What's wrong with Taehyung?"
"He's resting. As you should be."
"I'm thirsty."
"I know," I quietly answer. "Try not to move too much."
"I'm thirsty," he repeats, voice stretching out into a whine. "I'm so thirsty. What's wrong with me?"
I slowly come and kneel before him, resting a hand against his left knee cap.
"Little one," I start, as I reach up to rest my other hand against his cheek. Jungkook's hand falls away from his face and both his eyes stare back at mine. They are both red. Jungkook says nothing. He knows I only call him the said pet name in dire situations. "You must listen, and listen patiently."
"What's wrong?"
"You died," I say frankly. "But you are not dead. The Vampire King saved you. You must thank him later on. Do you understand me?"
He nods, his bangs falling lightly into his eyes. I tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. 
"Do you know why you're thirsty?"
"Because… I'm dehydrated?"
His childishness amazes, yet pains me.
"Do you know how the Vampire King saved you?"
He tilts his head to the side, resting his face heavily against my hand.
"What did he do?"
"Try to think," I whisper. "How would a vampire save someone from dying?"
He blinks, and I wait for the realization to hit him. 
His eyes widen and the young child straightens, moving away from my contact on his cheek.
"He turned me into a vampire."
I nod once, holding his hand in both of mine.
"It was a conditional metamorphosis. The Vampire King shared his blood with mine, so -"
"So the only person I can take blood from is you."
I nod. Jungkook's hands are getting cold, so I squeeze them reassuringly as I stare at them.
"I'm sorry I didn't ask for your permission. There was no time. You were dying. And I didn't want to let you die."
Jungkook is quiet, so I look up at him. 
"Are you angry at me?"
He pouts, immediately shaking his head.
"Am I going to drink a lot of your blood?"
At that, I allow myself the privilege of a smile. "Don't worry about me. We have enough on our plate."
"What about Taehyung?"
"He's… with the Angels."
"But he doesn't like them."
"I'll figure out a way to get him back."
"I want to help."
I reach up to cup his face between my hands. "The best help you can give me is to rest and heal. I'm going to need you here to handle things while I settle everything else."
"Again?" The young child tears up at that. "You already left me for so long when you went to Hell. I get scared and lonely when you leave!"
"Little one, there is no one on this earth that Taehyung and I trust more than you. You do not have the power to cross worlds like we do. So you must stay and make sure nothing goes wrong in our absence."
Again, the little child whines, and a few drops of tears fall from his face.
"The Vampire King would have control over me."
"Then I will cast spells that will stop that."
"What if I hurt someone when I get thirsty?"
"My blood will sustain you for very long periods."
"But -"
"Hush," I say. "You are a representative of the Aamon's Court and Heir to the Asian Lycan throne. You must act as such."
Jungkook makes a quiet sobbing sound as I wipe at his tears with my thumbs.
"You must know that time is of the essence. If I am to save Taehyung, I have to leave quickly."
He nods as my hands fall away from his face. I produce my sword, and just like what I did previously, I run it along the length of my wrist, slicing through the flesh.
I present my hand to him, and the young child is instantly repulsed, pushing my hand away.
"No," Jungkook hiccups. "I don't want it."
"You must."
"You're already weak! You need -"
"Jungkook, please. We don't have the time for this."
Begrudgingly, Jungkook takes my bleeding wrist in both his hands before he raises it to his mouth and gives the wound a gentle, hesitant .
I see the flicker of change in his eyes before he glances up at me. 
"Can I… can I bite it?"
I nod.
Jungkook doesn't hesitate this time, overcome by primal desire as he opens his mouth and extends his fangs, before he buries them into my skin.

I stand in the kitchen once more, a bottle of Jack Daniel's in my hand which I'd somehow miraculously found in the fridge. Today was probably a night of miracles. I take another swig, leaning lightly against the cabinet. The kitchen island is drenched in Jungkook's blood and claw marks from when the young child had gripped the marble edges. The ceilings and walls are scorched. The floors are cracked and the stench of power, blood and ash still linger.
The aftermath seems like a picture detached from the actual destruction of only a few hours ago.
Was this where Jungkook had nearly died? Was this entire hotel room where the battle with the angels had taken place? Had Taehyung's soul really been snatched away?
I take another swig. I had used way too much power in the battle and in trying to save Jungkook. My injuries were still unhealed and I feel a light trickle of blood run down my wrist from Jungkook's bitemark that should've healed long ago.
I had to start being incorporeal soon. I had too little energy to last and I had no energy source strong enough to sustain me.
Amazing how quickly I drained out these days. It was almost annoying.
I feel a presence at the doorway, familiar this time.
"You're not healing."
He had a peculiar way of starting a conversation.
I don't turn to him, taking another long swig and finishing the bottle before I place it to the side. There is a light tingle of energy, but it was minuscule compared to what I needed. 
I needed to drink a few liquor stores to regain some semblance of strength.
"Your Highness," I acknowledge, still staring at the empty alcohol battle. "I thank you for helping me save Jungkook."
I hear him enter and from my peripheral vision, see him stand facing me with the island between us.
*Your blood is not tangible.*
I glance at him this time. He'd purposely said it through thought. Did he have an agenda?
*I am a Djinn. I myself am not tangible*
*‎The amount of energy you would have had to produce to stay physical would be exponential. Yet here you are.*
*‎Practice makes perfect*
He folds his arms over his chest this time, staring pointedly at the empty bottle beside me.
*Perhaps you are playing the fool, or I am none the wiser. When I say that your blood is not tangible, I meant that it does not function with the normal properties of blood. It is not mixing in the young child's bloodstream.*
*‎Then where is my blood?*
*‎It has reverted back to being just pure power, encompassing the child like some sort of spell. His body is not digesting it. But your magic powers every function of his being.*
Huh. I didn't understand the implications of that, and I don't think I bothered very much.
In fact, there was too much drama going on that it was very nearly giving me a headache. I needed Taehyung to diffuse the intensity with his idiocy.
*I see,* I answer, because I honestly couldn't think of anything else to say.
*‎And in that sense,* the Vampire King continues, *it is impossible that you are a Djinn. I am familiar with the power you called forth, the power that you used to protect Jungkook. Yoochun's brother has called forth beings holding power of that scale.*
That has me pausing. If Yoochun's brother could call on to beings like me, getting on his bad side would not be a very wise idea.
*That same power pulled me back from death, invoked a phenomena that simultaneously killed and saved a number of powerful beings. I'm sure you are familiar with it.*
He looks at me like he expects me to continue the sentence, but I wait.
*You call on powers from Hell. You're no Djinn. You are a Demon - and an incredibly powerful one.*
If my heart was currently functioning, it would've skipped a beat as I stare unflinchingly at the Vampire King.
*That is a foolish and dangerous assumption.*
He visibly shrugs, suddenly downplaying the tension between us. He uncrosses his arms, resting them against the cabinet he leans against. A calculated move.
*It is not my business what you are, what you choose to do. And it is not in my business to inform others of my deduction.*
I don't move, aware that a mind game was coming. For someone who carried himself so carelessly, the Vampire King played his authority well.
*But what do you seek to gain being associated with a reckless Aamon and an unstable young hybrid?*
It is an innocent enough question, but the underlying political tone doesn't escape me. The Vampire King wanted to know the worth of this alliance, and whether he wanted a piece of that power. He was a leader of a worldwide community after all.
*I have nothing to gain from them.*
He raises an eyebrow.
*Much like how you have nothing to gain from being associated with the son of the mastermind of the Antharax War and his brother capable of singlehandedly starting the Apocalypse.*
I see him freeze at that and for a fleeting moment, underlying rage crosses the Vampire King's eyes, before they disappear and he smiles lightly.
*Touche.*
‎I knew he understood that the answer was in no way neutral.

"Amazing," I hear the Vampire King murmur to himself as he stares very pointedly at Jungkook. 
The little one sits very warily on the sofa as he stares up at the Vampire King standing before him. The King has a gentle hold on Jungkook's chin, and he tilts the boy's head this way and that as he continues studying him.
"So you're telling me you're *half* demon? Yet you look *nothing* like a demon? And even in your lycan form you look like a normal Were?"
Jungkook blinks, glancing at me as if asking for help.
I say nothing. I technically had no idea why either.
"And now you're a vampire! Imagine the power in this young boy once he fully matures, eh Yoochun?"
"He's a vampire. He's stuck as is."
"Nonsense! He will age, just reaaaaally slowly."
"You're scaring him."
"No, I'm not... Am I?"
"No, Your Highness."
"He's so adorable, Yoochun!"
I ignore the light banter, focusing on the destruction in the living room. I hear the Vampire King's laughter as he walks away from Jungkook to sit on the sofa at the opposite end of the room. The room is still charred from Taehyung's flames and in a nauseating state of disarray. I suppose cleaning would be the last thing on anyone's mind.
But that was good - because it meant that the angels' imprint would still be here.
I kneel as I let my fingertips graze the scorched ground.
Soot and ashes cling on to my skin as I rub them against each other. I raise the substance to my nose as I sniff lightly at the scent.
Every entity, human or not, left behind an imprint - a sign that they were once here. And every imprint, if properly traced, could lead you right back to the one who left it behind.
Only in an Angel's case, it wouldn't be easy. Not to mention the fact that I was a demon. Getting into Heaven was going to be a major issue on its own. Retrieving Taehyung would be another.
I sigh, standing as I lightly dust myself down.
"Do you think you'll be gone for a long time, Jin?"
"I don't foresee myself staying long."
I can almost *hear* the gears shifting in his head.
"Don't tell me you're leaving the child in charge again?"
I ignore the incredulousness in the Victor's tone as I nod, ignoring the sensation of multiple pairs of eyes bearing into the back of my head as I do so.
"He's done it before. He's capable of doing it again."
I glance at Jungkook. He has his fingers in his mouth as he distractedly prods at his newly acquired fangs. He didn't look very capable, I had to admit.
"He was not under the control of the Vampire Court, previously."
I turn my gaze to the Vampire King, who has been quietly listening to the back and forth banter between the Victor and I without saying a word.
He blinks as the focus in the room shifts to him. I turn to stare at him.
"Conditional metamorphosis does not bind the newly turned individual to their master," he slowly explains, as if explaining to a child.
"Kindly reassure us."
Again, Yunho blinks, this time looking annoyed and taken aback at the tone the Victor used. Almost in support, the Sovereign takes a step forward, resting his hand heavily against the Vampire King's shoulder.
But the Vampire King ignores him, instead focusing on Jungkook.
"Jungkook," he quietly calls. We all turn to the young child as he visibly perks up, turning to us. "Child. Come with me."
Immediately, Jungkook shifts his gaze to me, confused and hesitant, before he shifts it back to the Vampire King.
"Where?"
"Romania. It would be safer for a young vampire of your age to live within my territories."
The boy slowly shakes his head, gaze never leaving the Vampire King.
"Come. It will be fun. I have younger siblings I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun with."
Again, he shakes his head, more vigorously this time.
"I have to stay here and protect the courts."
"Little One -"
"No!" Jungkook doesn't even hesitate this time, immediately getting up and running to me. He practically slams into me, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his head beneath my armpit. "I need to stay here to protect Jin and Taehyung."
I rest my arm over his shoulder in a half-hug and pull him close.
"Come," the Vampire King repeats, his eyes flashing purple.
"I don't want to." Jungkook's hold on my waist tightens, and I actually was starting to feel uncomfortable. It was a testament to his newly acquired strength.
"See?" The Vampire King hums, his gaze still on Jungkook as his eyes return to their normal colour. "No control."
"What do you plan to do?" Hector starts, turning to me.
I distractedly run my hand through Jungkook's hair. He has a very different scent now that he is a vampire.
"Get Taehyung back."
"And how do you plan to do that?"
Jungkook looks up at me, resting his chin against my chest.
"Invade Heaven."
There is a short silence as the gravity of my words fall on the inhabitants of the room. Jungkook only smiles and I kiss the top of his head in a prayer of blessing before gently pulling away from his embrace.
"It would take the entirety of Hell for you to succeed," Hector breathes.
I shift my gaze to them, letting my power come to me. The ground we stand on starts to shake, and the wind picks up, howling in both rage and power.
I allow my Angel wings to explode from my back, the length and size of them entirely engulfing my corner of the room. The burst of light that follows blinds everyone, and I watch as they all flinch away, covering their eyes with their arms.
The light dies away, and I watch as the arms move away from the faces and the faces shift in shock.
"What do *you* know of Hell?" I answer, knowing how my voice has changed.
The Vampire King and the Sovereign stand, the shock making their faces somewhat comical.
The portal to the Underworld opens, and the incredible power it brings forth practically sets the room ablaze.
"Jin!" 
I glance at Jungkook, the young child forced to go through so much, surviving one traumatic event after the next, juggling the weight of two powerful courts on his shoulders when he was barely old enough to understand three digit division.
He is shielding his eyes from the fire but I see his expression quite clearly.
He is worried, not for himself, but for me.
"Be safe," I hear him say amidst the roar of the flames.
He was Taehyung's little one, in every sense of the word.

*********

Part 1 of 2

Hello everyone! I do apologize for the long hiatus. Things have been incredibly busy lately with my internships and school and work.

To be honest with yall 2017 was not such a great year for me. I fell into a depressive muck and couldn't get myself out of it. Had a few cries and a few ponders on what was the meaning of life, and whether it was worth it. Those thoughts kept me away from this little story. I'm sorry for that.

I recently logged on here and got to read some of your comments and you guys make me smile. Yall inspire me to keep going. Your comments to the story made me all tingly inside.

So maybe that's the purpose of life. To make people happy. Because I am truly happy making yall happy 💚

Happy new year everyone! May the year be great for you !