The Italian translations are at the bottom ^.^ Sorry in advance if it confuses anyone.

He was running. He heard the swish of wings behind him but he kept running. He heard the thud of feet on the ground and more pounding behind him but he turned a sharp right, almost running face first into a tree. He didn’t know how he could run so much or why he was running but he was. He hadn’t even seen what was chasing him but he was running for his life. He was terrified of what was behind him because the thing chasing after him wasn’t human and he didn’t like it. He couldn’t run anymore and he stopped, hoping that whatever was behind him had lost him. He leaned against a tree, the puff of air from his breath visible in the cold temperatures. He was shivering and bloody but he didn’t care as long as he didn’t die. His adrenaline was wearing off, however, and it was hard to keep quiet with his teeth chattering violently in his skull. He in a painful breath and looked to his left, feeling a bit safer. He looked to his right, however, and all of that was shattered. He met those red eyes that he knew belonged to what he was running from, the rest of the figure shrouded in darkness. He could feel his insides breaking down as he felt like he was going to cry because of his fear, but he didn’t. He kept his composure, well, as much as he could with his shivering body and shaking legs. The figure was leaning against the tree and a musky scent poured over him as the wind blew in his direction.

“W-what do y-you want fr-from me?” he whispered as best as he could past his shivers, biting his bottom lip when he heard a deep chuckle from the figure, which he was guessing was male.

“You should know what I want from you, scelto.” The voice said, and moved closer to reveal a toned body that was thinner than he’d expected. The wings that were attached to his back were a dark onyx color with red-tipped feathers that looked as sharp as razors. His eyes were a piercing red that he’d never seen on anything and his entire body was paler than the snow that littered the ground. In all honesty, he’d have to admit that this other-worldly being was the most beautiful and most terrifying thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“I-I don’t k-know what that me-means.” He whispered back, and another deep chuckle sounded. The being stepped closer and he could smell the musky scent radiating off of him. His black hair hung around his face and when he smiled his canine teeth were sharp and a tad longer than normal.

“It means you are chosen, amore.” He brought his hand up against his cheek, brushing it lightly. The being’s hand was warm and he couldn’t help but lean into it. “What is your name, perfezione?”

“J-Jongup…” he muttered, leaning farther towards the being in front of him. “Yours?”

“You may just call me Himchan, for my title is too much for one such as yourself to worry with.” His voice was alluring as well, and Jongup wondered why he’d been afraid of him in the first place. The wings and the teeth were nothing compared to the comfort he was in right now and if it meant tolerating some of his fear, he would most definitely do it. As Himchan stepped closer, Jongup could feel the heat radiating off of his body and he moved even closer, allowing Himchan’s bare chest to press against him.

“W-What is y-your ti-title?” Jongup stuttered out, burying his face into his neck, feeling the warmth finally soaking into his skin.

“Peccato della carne.” Himchan breathed out, and it sent a shiver down Jongup’s spine. He could feel Himchan’s fingers trailing up the bottom of his shirt, but he didn’t care. He was warming up and he was comfortable in the arms of this other-worldly creature. “Do you believe, Jongup-ah, in il Dio?”

“God?” he asked, and Himchan nodded slightly. “Y-yes I do.”

“Are you certain?” Himchan whispered, his mouth moving closer to Jongup’s neck.

“F-fully c-certain.” Jongup stuttered, feeling his breath on his skin.

“How can you be so certain, bambino?” Himchan’s tongue s out, running across a vein in his neck, sighing with pleasure.

“I-I’ve seen h-him.” Jongup whispered, and Himchan stopped. He was right. He was the chosen. To see God was something only granted to a certain few, and if he did, then Himchan had to have him. To stop him from being pulled to the side of trickery or righteousness. He had to face the truth, and only Himchan could offer that.

“Did you speak with him?” Himchan chuckled a bit and Jongup nodded slowly. “And what did he tell you?”

“He t-told me that I was the o-one who could er-eradicate ‘il demone gara’ but I don’t kn-know what that means.” Jongup stuttered out, now more out of nervousness than of cold. Himchan growled lowly, the noise not going unheard by Jongup, who whimpered a bit in his grasp.

“Do you trust il Dio?” His words were laced with a malicious undertone and Jongup was almost afraid to answer. His only solace was hoping that, since Himchan hadn’t hurt him yet, he wouldn’t now.

“I-I have n-no reason not to.” He said, and Himchan chuckled again.

“Oh, but you do.” He whispered huskily near his ear. “The wars fought on human ground are the product of his own self-righteousness. His odio of human kind, his own creations, causes him to blame the wars on il demone and sacrifice his beloved humans to their own desires. It is not us who corrupt the human soul, it is him.” A loud shimmering sound occurred and another one with wings appeared next to them.

“Della carne, Diavolo requests your presence.” A slightly higher-pitched voice came from the man who appeared, his brown hair covering one of his eyes and a leather collar around his neck. His eyes were a piercing grey that made Jongup’s heart shake with fear, though he looked almost harmless. He wore a tight mesh shirt with a black collar and a pair of dark grey leather pants that led into black combat boots.

“Ah, dell’anima, I shall be only a moment longer. Diavolo sent me for il scelto, so I must recover him, va bene?” Himchan purred out, and the other just nodded. He met Jongup’s eyes and a small smile appeared on his face before the shimmering sound occurred again, and he was gone. Jongup looked back to Himchan, who just smiled a small smile before speaking again. “You may call him Daehyun, amore.”

“What did you mean, God corrupts the soul?” Jongup asked. He spent his whole life believing that God was a protector, and after meeting him, he seemed so giving.

“I will only have to show you, alright?” Himchan asked, and Jongup couldn’t help but nod. “You have to trust me, Jongup-ah. Trust me.”

“I do.” Jongup whispered and he stopped himself. He didn’t understand why he trusted him, but he did. Another loud shimmering sound filled his ears and he felt himself fading away as well. He shut his eyes, his head spinning and his stomach lurching. Just as the feeling started, it was over. He was warmer, no longer surrounded by snow, but by cave walls. They were glowing orange from the small fires around the place and he was quickly led away from the room filled with others with wings. Once they entered a more lit room, his eyes caught Daehyun’s again. He blinked and looked away, feeling like Daehyun was eating him from the inside.

“Ah, della carne, you took longer than I expected. Is this il scelto?” A deeper voice than Himchan’s filled the room and he glanced up to make eye contact with a pair of deep purple eyes. His hair was a deep, dark red and his wings stretched across about nine feet. They were a mesmerizing onyx color with sharp, razor-like claws on the very tips. They were tipped with red as well, but more intricately than Himchan’s. There were patterns of red, almost like burns, embedded in the wings and he was shirtless, scars decorating his torso. He was lean and built, muscles showing gracefully on his body. Himchan took a slight bow, motioning for Jongup to do the same. Jongup couldn’t, however. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the creature sitting in front of him, a pair of baggy black jeans hanging off of his waist almost teasingly. This wasn’t attraction like he’d felt when he first laid his eyes on Himchan. This was a deeper feeling, one of awe and of proper fear. He wanted to bow, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of him. Himchan finally tugged him down to a bow, a deep chuckle released from the man sitting atop the chair.

“This is him, Diavolo.” Himchan said, a smile on his face once they stood back up. The man stood, walking down from his chair. He seemed to float, Jongup noticed, his steps not making any effort on his body at all. He approached Jongup and he immediately felt intimidated. His hand clutched onto Himchan’s arm, and the man chuckled again.

“You may call me Yongguk.” Came the first words spoken directly at him. “No one shall hurt you here, scelto. You are safe behind these walls. Completely safe.” Jongup believed him as well, for some reason, and his grip loosened some. Yongguk’s eyes turned to Himchan and Jongup could finally breathe without being overwhelmed by the piercing gaze. It was nowhere near as intimidating as Daehyun’s, but altogether Yongguk was a more intimidating person.

“What now, Diavolo?” Himchan asked, his hand brushing a stray piece of hair out of his face. Yongguk just chuckled a bit, waving his hand nonchalantly.

“Take him to your quarters if you wish, della carne. I’ve no use for him now. He is welcome to come and go as he pleases as long as il Dio keeps his filthy Benedetto away from him.” Yongguk’s lip rode up in a snarl when mentioning God, but he soon reverted back to a gummy smile, his teeth showing. His teeth were longer than Himchan’s or Daehyun’s, and they were permanently tinged a pinkish-red from what Jongup guessed was blood. Himchan linked Jongup’s arm with his own and walked down the hallway past Daehyun, who met Jongup’s eyes again before they walked past. Jongup felt like he was exposed every time he met Daehyun’s eyes, and the language they were speaking was confusing him enough as it was. They passed by more winged people but Jongup didn’t catch any of their eyes. Once inside a room he assumed was Himchan’s, he relaxed a bit more. He sat down on the bed when Himchan offered him a seat, and he looked up at him.

“What are you?” he asked simply.

“Il demone.” He smiled when Jongup furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Demons.” Jongup’s eyes went wide and he bit his lip. He didn’t know whether to trust his mind when it said to trust God instead of demons, or his heart that said to trust Himchan. Though he’d only known him for about an hour now, he could feel that he wasn’t lying. Himchan sat next to him, handing him a cup of water that he took, drinking slowly. Himchan ran his fingers up and down Jongup’s back before standing again. “When did you meet il Dio, Jongup-ah?”

“About six weeks ago. He came to me when I was in my house.” Jongup said, and Himchan pulled a cherry from a jar, extending his tongue to catch the falling juice. It only managed to barely catch it, the translucent reddish liquid dripping onto his chin. Jongup couldn’t help but stare at it. “He told me that he would come to me again.”

Author's Note:

The words are in italian, here's what they mean:

Scelto - Chosen

Amore - Love

Perfezione - Perfection

Peccato della carne - Sin of the Flesh

il Dio - God

Bambino - My Child

il Demone Gara - The Demon Race

Odio - Hatred

il Demone - The Demons

Diavolo - Devil

Dell'anima - of the Soul

Va Bene - Okay

Benedetto - Blessed

Peccato della purezza - Sin of the Pure