The only thing Luhan could see was darkness. There was only darkness surrounding him. It was quiet and he was quite afraid of what’s inside this darkness. That is, until he heard a voice. “Luhan, come with me.”

The voice was sweet and mesmerizing. It was like an addictive song for him. He wanted to hear it again so he followed the voice.

As he followed the voice, a slight illumination was formed from afar and there stood a lady in white, reaching her hand out for Luhan to take.

She wasn’t scary. In fact, she was beautiful. She looked elegant. She was like a Goddess, if only he could see her face properly.

He examined the said lady.

She was no ordinary lady.

She has these glowing white feathery wings behind her. She has a long brown hair which is until her waist and on top of her head was a tiara.

From that, Luhan knew that she’s an angel, or at least, that’s what he thought from his observations.

But something bothered him. Why….why does this angel’s dress torn and stained with blood? Why does she have lots of scratches on her hands and arms?

For some reason, his heart hurt.

And Luhan suddenly had the desire to take a step forward to reach the angel’s hands but then, he froze upon hearing someone else’s voice.

This time, the voice wasn’t mesmerizing. The voice wasn’t as sweet and gentle as the angel’s voice. In fact, it was the complete opposite. It was hoarse, dreadful and horrifying that made him shiver. “Luhan, your duty is to kill her.”

He then looked at himself. Luhan was wearing black clothes. He has black wings and a pair of the devil’s horn on his head. He has blood on his hands. He has blood on his wings. He has blood all over his clothes and he has this small weapon—a sword—on his hand.

“As your father, I want you to kill her.” The hoarse voice once again commanded him. “I’m your father and you have to obey me.”

“Luhan hyung, wake up.” His cousin, Sehun, tapped Luhan by the arm and he was surprised when Luhan abruptly shot his eyes open and sits on his bed. Sehun saw his cousin brought his face to his hands and he looked disturbed. “Hyung, are you okay?”

Luhan awoke from the same dream again.

The angel.

The bloody dress she’s wearing.

Her hands reaching out for him.

His bloody self.

The voice, commanding him to kill the poor angel.

His father.

How many times has he dreamt about this? He didn’t know. But he was sure that it started since he reached the age of seventeen. He was sure that it wasn’t just some senseless dream. He knew that there’s a message behind that dream.

But the question is, what is it? Wha