ENIGMA | JIMIN - Chapter 49 - igotbangtan_7 - 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys (2024)

Chapter Text

Look What You Made Me Do (cover) –Our Last Night

Fake Love (Rocking Vibe Mix) – BTS

Jealous girl – lana del rey male version

Saturn- Sleeping At Last

Liar- Dark Piano

Wrong Bitch – Todrick Hall feat Bob The Drag Queen

Astronaut in the ocean- Masked Wolf (ENIGMA's fight scene)

Joke's On You- Charlotte Lawrence

Jin slowly turns to look over his shoulder at the back of Jungkook who quietly stares out at the bloody red sky while fiddling with the ring on his thumb as the news casts blurt out their conclusions and theories on the events occurring.

"We now look at a phenomenon out of the ordinary, the bloody red sky covering the entire world raises curious eyebrows and feared citizens. Many have shared their speculations on the cause of this never before seen red sky. Could it be the consequences of the new moon arriving in a just two days?"

"Scientist claim the full moon of this month is one they haven't seen in more than a decade, with the moon rising in Capricorn..."

There was time where he could easily figure out what was running through Jungkook's mind, a time where he felt useful to him but there was a lot of things he and Jungkook haven't spoken about. A lot of things still lingering in the air...

Jin preferred to think about Eros as the god he's always known and cherished but there was indeed a time where Eros was simply the ghost of himself, a stranger.

He knew that the decisions taken by Eros at a time where he was filled with a strong rage of revenge would haunt him forever. He wished he could've done more, or said something impactful to guide Eros out of the dark but nothing was more powerful than the reminder of losing Adara.

Jin turns his neck to look over at the hall leading towards the bedrooms and lowers his gaze, even from afar he could feel the tension in the atmosphere produced by the simple presence of Lucifer in the suite.

He didn't know how the devil was going to react, if he had forgotten what had happened or if he was still thirsty for revenge.

Jin swallows hard and turns back to face forward at Yoongi who quickly flips through one of his books, eyebrows deeply furrowed in concentration, lips whispering incantations...

They needed to be prepared for anything and everything.

Not only had Enigma taken over Jimin but Jungkook was finally one with Eros and the worst of all was that the devil was now among them.

Unlike the tales told throughout centuries, the devil was a being out of the ordinary, ones whose powers surpassed all creatures above and beyond, a gift given to him unfortunately by God himself.

There was a reason Jimin never let Lucifer fully take over Taehyung because Lucifer was more powerful and though Jin hated to admit it, he knew damn well that Lucifer was even more powerful than Eros.

Lucifer didn't need anything to be who he was, he could end the world with a snap of his fingers if he wished but it wasn't what he wanted, no, Lucifer had other goals and he was willing to use all the powers and tricks necessary to get it and there was no one who could stop him, or so he thought.

One thing these men had in common wasn't only the fact that they were three of the most powerful beings in this world. It was the fact that they had changed everything for their kind by simply falling in love.

Everything was connected to them at a time when they ignored it, their choices back then were the cause of a lot of things that developed later on, whether it was Eros, Lucifer or Enigma, every little piece of detail of their encounter with a Ryoo descendent was the beginning and the end of it all.

Barak stands before the council, the highest ranked gods in Olympos, head bowed in shame.

He never knew one day it'd come down to this, that one of his sons would have the audacity to turn his back on all the gods and above all, on the council and his own family.

Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Ares, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, Hermes, and Dionysus argue over the situation presented at their feet, caused by the god of lightning, Eros, his son.

His heart thumps against his chest, at this point he should be used to this but how could he simply stand aside and watch everything he had worked so hard for crumble onto the ground?

It should've been a time of celebration, a significant moment for him to hand his bolt of lightning to one of his sons but instead everything was turning into a nightmare.

He had prayed and prayed that one of his seven sons would inherit his power, a power he always knew incredible but it was only when his seventh son, Eros, gained his power that Barak understood that even though he had been the god of lightning for centuries he never knew such strength existed.

Eros was the god of lightning and the strength in which he portrayed his powers defined him as such.

Eros was powerful beyond expectations but he was too powerful.

Barak understood that it was the love of Adara, the goddess of purity, that had fueled Eros of his power, a love so pure and real that even Barak couldn't describe.

Adara's love had strengthened and affected Eros in the purest way possible but her death had done the same, in the worst way possible.

It changed him.

Barak hadn't understood that the moment Eros pushed Adara's dead body onto the lake his soul had followed her, the man he used to be had followed the woman he loved and in his place came a man Barak had never seen, a part of his son he never knew existed manifested itself.

He glances at the bloody red sky and the red lightning whipping through the dark clouds.

Olympus wasn't the same anymore, ever since Adara died, the peace followed her and left Olympus with nothing other than the hate and disgust Eros had for his kind and he made sure they all knew it.

Zeus paces back and forth behind his seat, hands behind his back and a deep scowl on his face, his blue eyes narrowed forward in worry and, dare Barak admit it, fear.

"I've tried to speak with Eros but he listens to no one and especially not me" Barak mumbles and Zeus turns to him blue eyes wild.

"Then we make him listen!" he says angrily and Barak looks down at the floor.

It was easy for Zeus to make demands but things weren't what they used to be. Barak wasn't the god of lightning anymore, he had no power to force Eros to do anything, the old Eros possibly, but not the one they all had to deal with now.

Not the heartless god sitting on that throne...

Zeus lowers his eyes at his brother "Do you realize who he managed to create an alliance with ever since that little..."

Knowing where he's headed Apollo slams his hand on the table and turns to his father, anger in his eyes.

"WATCH YOUR WORDS!" he exclaims and Zeus turns to look at him in shock.

"Did you just...?"

"The girl you were just about to insult was my daughter, my daughter..." Apollo repeatedly hits his own chest as he says 'my' a lump in his throat.

"Our goddess of purity and we will all respect her and her memory" Apollo demands deeply and in his tone Barak can hear the pain still present.

Apollo lowers his head "It's my fault for not knowing I had a daughter and it's a regret I will live with for eternity but you all..." he lifts his head and gestures a hand to everyone including Barak.

"You all treated her like she was nothing instead of listening, instead of paying attention you were all more focalized on your rules, well..."

Red lightning whips the sky and he sits back in his seat and gestures a hand to the sky as if to state the obvious elephant in the room.

"Now you have no choice but to listen to him" he says and turns his neck to watch the lightning, sorrow in his eyes.

"Listen to the pain behind every lightning he produces, red like blood, blood of the woman he loved spilt in this very room, red like the rage that consumes him, blood like what he thirsts of now, red like revenge..."

Zeus looks at Apollo as if he's lost his mind "So you say, we do nothing and let him continue this absurd war across Olympus?" he asks

"It might be absurd to you but obviously not to Eros" Dionysus points out and Zeus turns to look at him, eyes wide in shock.

It was easy for Zeus to push away his own guilt, it's what he's always done. Make big problems seem less important than they really are especially if they caused him no hurt but Barak knew Zeus was in denial. Everything that had happened was all their fault and he damn right knew it.

He couldn't and wouldn't want to admit in the eyes of all that he had made a mistake when Barak knew it was the only way to at least get an ounce of mercy from Eros, if he was willing to that it.

Baraka was still peddling in deep oceans for his son's forgiveness and even he had no right for mercy from Eros.

He turns his neck to glance out the window at the lightning and deep sorrow fills him.

Apollo was right, if only they had listened to Eros back then, if only Barak had paid attention and allowed his sons lightning to speak to him, of all the people he was the only person who could interpret his son's lightning, not only because he was the former god of lightning but mainly because he was his father.

"He has allied with Nike, Alala, Proioxis, Eris, Polemos, Enyo, Phobos, Deimos, Androktasisai, Bia, Kratos, Androktasiai, Keres, Hysminai, Makhai, Pallas, Homados, Loke, Phonoi..." Zeus reminds them

"And now he's after Ares" Hermes says and Zeus slowly turns to look at him.

"What?" he asks in a voice barely there.

"He left with his army before dawn towards Ares" Hermes informs him and Zeus slams his hand on the table.

"DO YOU REALIZE WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF HE MANAGES TO ALLY WITH ARES?!" Zeus exclaims out and thunder roars, the ground shakes under the strength of his voice.

"Your worst nightmare" Athena points out and with his chest rising and falling he turns to her.

"He even managed to lure you Athena!" he points out angrily and the goddess of wisdom and war turns to look at him with no expression whatsoever on her face.

Zeus stares at his daughter completely taken aback, he swallows hard.

"Are you really on his side?" he asks and in a very calmed voice Athena speaks.

"He's as fierce as I am and as you have noticed a very ruthless warrior, I can't help but admire that" she says and turns her icy blue eyes towards him.

"As his Uncle and knowing precisely why he's behaving this way, you should be on his side too" she says and Zeus' eyes widen.

"That would be completely suicidal of me!" Zeus exclaims angrily and no one speaks, he stares at the gods surrounding the table.

"Do you realize that I'm the last name on that list?" he asks and looks at the council, they all avoid his eyes, he turns to look at Barak.

"Once he's done he's going to come here with my throne and my seat and position in mind" he says and Barak gulps.

Eros was going to come here with more than just a throne and position in mind.

Barak knew very well what Eros was trying to do and he knew though he allied with some of the most powerful gods and deities of war on Olympus he wasn't planning on creating an alliance with Zeus, no, on the contraire he was planning on taking Zeus down.

Zeus shakes his head "there's no way I'd allow him to do such a thing" he says and Apollo laughs and gets up from his seat.

He squints his eyes at his father "You don't get it do you?" he asks and Zeus stares at him.

"He's not asking for your permission to do anything, he's going to come here, one day, it could be tomorrow, it could be in several years to come, centuries even but he will come for your throne and your position whether you allow him to or not" he says and Zeus blinks.

"Just like you took away his reason to live without permission" Apollo adds and swiftly moves his robe back to descend the stairs.

He lifts his chin "You have no choice but to listen and watch now since you didn't back then" he shrugs and looks right at Barak as he begins to walk by him.

As the red sky covers the once quiet and peaceful Olympus, chaos arouses the battlefield, swords clashing against swords, the smell of rain, of dirt, blood and hatred fill the air, and a long dark haired god makes his way through the men with a brutality and determination out of the ordinary.

Blinded by the rage that consumes him, he empties out his emotions with every cry out as his whip tears a body in half and decapitates another of its head.

There's absolutely no mercy in his movements as he swiftly fights his way to the front of the field with his gold whip in one hand and sword in the other. He sees no difference between those fighting on his side and those against him, no, on the battlefield he believed they were all against him.

The entire universe was against him and he had to fight his way to regain power over it, over all of them.

One of the men rushes towards him, sword raised and Eros uses his whip, wrapping it around his neck and drawing him near, he grips his armor and draws him in before knocking his head into his, he releases the guard as he stumbles onto his back and on the ground.

With no emotion whatsoever Eros shoves his sword right in the stomach of the guard who spits out scarlet red blood. Eros grits his teeth shoving the sword deeper and the guard grips the blade as if begging him not to go further but without blinking Eros goes deeper.

In the gold eyes of the god, the guard can notice several past events replaying in them, events that anger him further and with one final shove and the guard releases his last breath and Eros simply stares down at him until a familiar voice calls out his name.

"EROS!"

At the sound of his name, he turns his neck only to see, the god of war, Ares, at the front of the line mounting off his horse with his guards behind him, weapons in hand. At the sight of him, Eros rises from his position and raises his chin.

Ares watches him, eyes squinted.

Word had traveled Olympus that Eros was successfully spreading fear, bringing down one powerful god after the other.

Ares removes his helmet and watches with squinted eyes as the god of lightning, Eros, draws back his gold whip, with his eyes locked on the god of war he simply runs the side of his whip across his skin to wipe the blood, as if preparing it for the gold blood of the god of war before his eyes.

In other times Ares would be in full admiration for everything Eros had accomplished, it wasn't easy creating war across Olympus but Eros accomplished this as discreetly as possible, he didn't attack all of Olympus at once, no, he was strategic about his alliances and how he brought them down on their knees.

Either you were with Eros or he was the one sitting on your throne and on that day he had the intentions of bringing down another powerful god.

Ares tries to stay focused on his cousin but the atrocity of the war behind the god of lightning was distracting him.

His men were getting killed.

A massacre created by men without armors or protection.

Eros' tan skin is covered in the blood of the men unfortunate enough to believe they could stop him, bruised from those lucky enough to claim, before their last breaths, that they managed to touch him.

As he rises from his squatting position, he uses his free hand to smear the blood across his face and simply proceeds to move forward, gold whip trailing behind him, barely dodging the swords swinging in his direction, for all it takes is a swing of his whip in one direction and his sword in the other for several bodies to end at his feet.

Sparks of red lightning accompany him with each heavy and sounded footstep on the muddy ground echoing in the distance, his light gold eyes empty and absent peer from behind his dark wet bangs as he simply stares forward, jaw clenched and nonchalant to the events occurring around him.

Vultures soar above his head as he approaches with one objective in mind.

"ARES!" Eros calls out and licks his lips with a devious smile on his scarlet red lips.

He returns his attention to Eros and his frown deepens.

How was it possible that Eros was getting this powerful, and dare he say it, more powerful than him?

He lifts his chin and glares at Eros who at the sight, grins.

"What is it you want?!" Ares asks out and Eros stops and tilts his head slightly to the side, mockingly, gold eyes peering behind curtains of dark hair.

"I'm here to give you a choice, Ares, as the god of war you must be aware of the reasons war occurs in the first place" he points out and Ares glares at him.

"I am the god of war, Eros, all you had to do was ask me to join your regime and I would've agreed...!" he starts but is cut off by Eros' deep chuckle, resonating across the field, he shudders at the sound.

There was nothing normal in that laughter, nothing.

Eros comes down from his laughter almost as if it never existed "You see, dear cousin..." he starts and begins to pace the front line very slowly, unfazed by the battle occurring behind him.

"I am very well aware of the reputation that you carry around you and I have to say I admire you, for it takes a strong and gut willed god to do what you've always done..." he pauses and spreads his arms.

He looks up at the sky "BUT I AM THE GOD OF LIGHTNING!" as he says this red sparks of lightning decorate the sky in his honor and the wind intensifies, raindrops as heavy as blocks of ice.

"I control far more than you, all it takes is a snap of my fingers for the sky to swallow you full and you cease to exist" he says deeply and lowers his arms and his eyes.

He takes a step forward and feels something under his foot, a spear, a triumphal joy fills him but he decides to hide it and keep his expression stoic.

"I must have you all on your knees at my feet, not behind me, not in front of me but on your knees like the worthless gods you all are!" he says deeply and Ares' chest rises and falls

"You know Zeus will not accept this" he warns and Eros pouts

"Are you scared of what daddy will think?" he asks mockingly and Ares frowns at this.

There was a time he was just like Eros, fueled with hatred for his father, he had once tried to take the exact same steps as Eros but at the end only became what his father wanted him to become.

Eros had hit a nerve with that and he knew it.

Eros laughs "The god of war my ass, you're only what Zeus makes of you, nothing more" he spits and at this he sees the rage of his words fill the god of war.

"I WARNED YOU EROS!" he screams out and mounts his horse.

"Perfect" Eros whispers and reaches on the ground to take hold of the spear he had noticed earlier, he rises and wipes the blood off with his hand and watches as Ares rides his horse towards him with his guards rushing alongside.

Eros removes the red robe tied around his neck to reduce the weight on his shoulders and lets it drop carefully to the ground. He rotates his shoulder and his neck as he twirls the spear in his hand, lifts his eyes to meet Ares' and grins before with perfect aim, throws the spear.

Ares' eyes widen as he watches the trajectory of the spear.

He blinks and looks right at Eros, realizing what trap he had just fallen into as Eros' smile falls from his face and for a second, just a second in time Ares notices the sadness reflecting in the gold eyes that peer at him from behind dark bangs, a sign of regret and remorse but it's soon replaced by triumph.

A slow smirk makes its way to his scarlet red lips.

Ares looks from the spear to Eros, spear, Eros, spear Eros, spear...

"Oh..."

Barak storms out of his chamber, his robe trails behind him as he rushes over to the throne room, his feet quick.

Several maidens move aside at the sight of their former god of Lightning rushing to get a hold on his son.

He reaches the throne room only to see a guard at the door.

"Step aside" he demands but the guard remains in place.

Barak steps forward, gaze menacing.

"I command you to step aside!" he demands again and at his tone the guard look at him as if only now acknowledging his presence, but with no expression whatsoever.

"The god of lightning demanded no one disturb him..." he begins

"I am his father!" Barak exclaims interrupting the guard.

"Especially you" the guard adds and Barak's face falls, he feels a slight clench in his heart.

He understood Eros' pain but he was taking things too far.

He sighs and looks up at the guard.

"I wish to speak to the god of lightning" he says more calmly and at his tone the guard glances at him, hesitant.

"It's an urgent matter" Barak adds through gritted teeth.

The guard sighs and steps aside to let him through and as soon as he does Barak bursts into the throne room in only to find a calm Eros pulling on velvet, red wine colored robe over his naked torso as he simply stares up at the bloody red sky at the lightning.

Lightning he had lend to a friend in need, whips through the dark clouds hovering in the air.

Eros tilts his head slightly to the side and a strand of his long and curly jet black hair ghost his eyelids and brushes his long and dark eyelashes, he watches absentmindedly at his work ignoring the footsteps of his father approaching in a rushed manner.

Barak opens his mouth to speak only to have Eros beat him to it first.

"Where is the fire?"

Barak halts in his steps "The fire?" he asks with a frown

Eros blinks "the fire at your tail Barak" he whispers absentmindedly.

Just in case, Barak glances down at his robe but there are no flames, he sighs out in relief before returning his gaze to his son who continues to stare up at the red sky.

"Why rush into my throne room as if you had fire to your robe?" Eros asks without glancing back and Barak's jaw clenches.

"Don't you forget that before this was your throne room it was mine" Barak points out and at this a slow smirk makes its way to Eros' scarlet red lips before he slowly turns to face his father, eyes lowered behind the curtain of his wet dark bangs.

"You sound like a jealous lover, complaining of the love he has now lost" he points out deeply.

Barak gulps at the sight of all the blood and dirt covering Eros' wet body, the sight almost makes him take a step back but he stays in place.

Eros swiftly moves his scarlet red robe to the side and fully turns to look at his father while gesturing a hand calmly to the throne.

"Would you like to retake your place, Barak?" he asks and Barak glances at the red and gold throne beside his son, from afar he can see the sparks of lightning, lightning that would tear his flesh apart if he dared sit in that chair.

"After all it was yours before it was mine" Eros points out calmly.

He runs his fingers across the surface of the seat and his fingertips toy with the electricity, his lips curl into a smirk, amused.

Barak lifts his chin "I heard you defeated Ares and not only that but gave a helping hand to Lucifer" Barak says and Eros says nothing but simply continues to run is fingertips across his seat.

"How dare you lend your lightning to the beast?" his father asks and Eros sighs

"We are not to interfere in the affairs of those demons and the other realm" Barak reminds Eros who doesn't seem to care.

"News travels fast" Eros realizes.

"Hermes came to me and gave me the detailed order you gave to your men and you know you can't fool me Eros" He pauses and points to the sky behind Eros' head.

"The lightning in the sky speaks for you!" he exclaims angrily and Eros lifts his chin.

"Oh so you understand my lightning now, huh?" he asks shaking his head at his father.

"You sound angrier about me lending some lightning to Lucifer than me defeating Ares" Eros notices and sneers.

"Besides I do with my lightning as I wish..." he starts and takes a step down, one step after the other.

"You can't go around giving your lightning to those demons..." Barak starts to explain and at this Eros' expression darkens.

"Why, because you say so?" he asks taking another step down.

"Or because it's written in that pathetic rule book created by a worthless god of thunder who had nothing to do other than waste our time with his incompetence?" he asks and takes another step down.

"That's your god of thunder!"

"NO!" Eros exclaims angrily taking a large step forward, immediately Barak takes a quick step back and peers into his sons gold eyes wild with fury.

"Let me make myself perfectly clear..." he starts deeply

He takes another step forward until he's towering his father with his height "He is your god of thunder, to me he is nothing, to me you are all nothing" he says very calmly despite the rising and falling of his chest.

Barak pauses, softening his voice "Ever since you teamed up with that..."

Eros holds up his hand interrupting Barak in midsentence "I'd be careful if I were you..." he starts warningly before lowering his hand.

"The devil presents himself as what we call him, call him a beast and the beast you shall have" Eros warns and Barak eyes widen.

"Because you opened the doors to hell!" He exclaims angrily and Eros simply stares at him, unaffected by Barak's sudden outburst, he looks down at hand and picks the dirt and blood from underneath his fingernails.

"The gates to the underworld are wide open and we have demons parading this place making deals with gods and making themselves at home on our territory" Barak continues but Eros wasn't listening, captivated by the sparks of electricity leaving his fingertips.

Eros frown "Tell me..." he starts off interrupting Barak

He lowers his hand and meet his father's gold eyes "It was Hermes wasn't it?" he asks and Barak squints his eyes at him, he knew that tone.

"Don't you dare even think about it Eros" Barak warns and Eros lifts his chin, he swirls his hand and the electricity around the seat follows his movement.

"Or what?" he asks.

"Hermes was simply doing his job" Barak points out and Eros sneers.

"I wonder how good he'll be at his job when I'll snatch his wings off and wrap my hands around his neck before feeding him to the hounds of the underworld" Eros says and a deep chill runs down Barak's back.

He knew Eros was very capable of doing this.

"Don't you dare..." Barak warns once again through gritted teeth and at this a slow smirk makes its way to Eros' scarlet lips.

He takes a step closer "My, my, my all these threats Barak..." he sucks in a breath through his teeth and tilts his head to the side.

"What will you do to me, Barak, if I decide to do so?" he asks stepping closer, Barak steps back.

"What more will your kind do to me that hasn't been done?" he continues, proceeding to approach Barak.

"I am your father..."

"NO!" Eros exclaims angrily cutting him off

"You were my father, were!" he adds angrily, veins decorating the sides of his neck and hands.

"A father would have never treated me the way you did in the time when I needed your support the most, a father would've seen right through the lightning I was producing at the time and could have read the love of my life's name written in those sparks!" Eros continues, stepping closer.

"this lightning was once yours and out of all the people here on Olympus you should've been the only one to understand me, rules or no rules" he says and Barak lowers his eyes to the floor, guilty.

He knew Eros was right, out of everyone here on Olympus he should've been the one to understand his sons power the most but he didn't and now they were all living with the consequences of his error.

"You are no father to me Barak" Eros adds and Barak steps back and freezes when he feels his back touch the door.

Barak raises his hands "Eros..."

Eros bends forward, leaning in closer to his father who stands perfectly still as the red electricity surrounding his son's hand begins to envelop his entire body.

Eros lifts his eyes from his father and glances at the shut door "What more will you take from me Barak?" he asks in a whisper and Barak feels his heart clench.

Barak slowly turns his neck to glance at his son and his eyes soften as he takes in his facial features. Flashes of a young Eros fill his mind, the Eros who would always look up to him, the Eros he knew...

He could see the pain swimming underneath Eros' gold eyes, the red lightning striking in the depth of his eyes were nothing compared to the pain he was feeling deep within himself.

"I know you're hurting Eros..."

At this Eros slowly turns his neck to the side to meet his father's gaze and blinks.

"That's where you're wrong Barak" he says and his father frowns.

"You know nothing of this hurt dwelled up inside of me, it eats me alive day and night to know the woman I love was taken from me because of your kind" he adds and takes a step back

His gold eyes darken "But you have nothing to worry about, I shall teach you what that pain is Barak when I'll take away everything that has ever mattered to you" he finishes deeply and Barak gives him a confused look.

Eros pushes the door open and Barak stumbles back out into the hall. The guard at the door steps aside, surprised.

Eros steps out into the hall and draws out his gold whip from underneath his robe and at this Barak's eyes widen.

"I thought I gave specific orders" Eros starts, caressing the whip, his eyes still glued to Barak.

The guard clears his throat and straightens himself, "Yes sir but he said it was an emergency" the guard says and Eros nods and smiles but his smile doesn't reach his eyes.

"I see" he says and lifts his eyes from the whip in his hand to meet his father's gaze.

"We all mistakes but some lead us through the gates of no return" he adds his smile faltering from his handsome face.

The whip.

Barak reaches out to stop him.

"EROS NO!" Barak screams out but in vain as the gold whip wraps around the neck of the guard.

With his eyes glued to his fathers, Eros' jaw clenches as he tugs on the whip making the struggling guard fall to his knees, the electricity surrounding his body causes his body to convulse, eyes rolling to the back of his neck before Eros gives one final thug and a sickening snap echoes the hall.

Eros lowers his eyes as the head of the guard lands on the floor before his body follows with a 'thud'

Barak slowly glances up at his son, his entire body shaking.

This wasn't his son, it couldn't be.

"Eros" he whispers, tears welling up in his eyes

"My son..." he adds raising his hands to touch Eros' face but the god takes a step back, eyes empty.

He lifts his chin, looking down at his father "You now have the death of this guard on your shoulders, the death of millions, feel its weight Barak, feel it, that guilt, it's haunting and will tear you from the inside out" he tells him deeply.

He takes a step forward "Once you feel it spread the word and I promise you, no matter what Kingdom or hell I reside in I will come for you" he threatens and Barak's eyes widen.

"I will come for you and I will end you all" he finishes deeply very slowly and with that he brushes past Barak who slowly follows him with his eyes, the bloody whip trails behind him as he makes his way down the hall and out of sight.

Barak slowly turns back to the headless body in front of him and lowers his head.

They had created this monster and there was no way to save him.

As Eros makes his way through the main hall, several maidens step out of his way, guards bow to him but he simply ignores them, eyes glued forward.

He draws the end of his whip from the floor and casually wraps it around his wrist and pulls, wiping the blood off.

He lifts his eyes from the golden floors and with a disgusted look on his face he takes in the surroundings he used to admire. The stone with bronze foundation building, surrounded by cloistered courtyards with golden pavements, a central hall, private bedchambers and storage rooms, white pillars stand tall at every corner.

Every corner of this palace whispered her name to his ears.

Every corner carried a memory connected to Adara.

At first he could still feel her touch on his skin, he could still hear her laughter echoing on the walls, see her smile, feel her presence but now all he felt was nothing.

He couldn't see her, he couldn't feel her and he hated it.

He couldn't feel her presence and so he always retreated in the one place he hoped would fill him with the warmth she once was.

It's been so long but to him it still felt like yesterday, one minute she was here and the next she wasn't.

He suddenly halts in his steps and slowly glances down at the blood on his skin and feels a strong wave of shameful heat fill him. The lump in his throat burns as he lifts his teary eyes to take in the white curtains leading to the entrance of the sanctuary he had created for his goddess.

He's been done crying of sadness, lately it's been out of anger instead.

He shuts his eyes as a warm night breeze brushes its way past the light curtains and reaches him.

Roses.

He could still smell her or was it simply the roses he had displayed all around the sanctuary?

He takes a step forward, unblinking and enters the sanctuary letting the curtains shield him from view.

His hands tremble slightly and he lets the whip in his hand fall to the floor, he slowly begins to remove his robe, it slips down his shoulders and his strong arms and falls to the floor alongside the whip.

Once naked from head to toe the soft and gentle wind blows through the curtains, caressing his tan skin and he shuts his eyes and tilts his head back, his long dark hair caresses his bare shoulders and for a slight moment he feels at peace, a slight second.

The wind dances upon his skin like her hands once used to do, caresses that would ignite him inside and out, creating sparks of electricity deep within his loins and inside of his heart.

His heart...

He slides his hand up his chest towards his heart is located and searches, he truly searches for any sign of the man he used to be, of the god he was to her eyes but unable to recall what being that god was like he clutches his chest before lowering his hand and slowly opening his eyes.

In the distance between the sheer curtains blowing due to the wind he can see the alter he created for her, his goddess.

The candles lit all around the alter shine brightly, contrasting with the now dark sky. The red previously in the sky becomes an orange glow mist almost like a distant memory of the day's events.

Here before the eyes of the goddess of purity he could present himself as the Eros he once was. Here before the eyes of the goddess of purity he could be the man she wanted and prayed him to be.

He glances down at the blood on his skin and on his hands and the shame and guilt envelop him. He couldn't present himself to his goddess this way.

He takes a look into the large basin in front of him and slowly slips in, one step at a time, his eyes locked before him, slowly allowing the water to swallow him.

The sensation of the cool water against his hot tempered body causes his muscles to relax before he calmly resurfaces.

With both hands he pushes his hair wet hair back as he walks up the steps to exit the basin, water dripping down his now blood stained free body, arms and thighs clenching with each movement. He opens his eyes, takes a step further and lifts a hand to push aside the first layer of curtains to fully enter the sanctuary.

He begins to walk along the path, following the trail of roses, he pushes aside white curtain after the other, heart heavy, eyes moist with kept tears. He keeps his eyes glued forward, impatient and yet calm at the thought of falling at the feet of the goddess of purity and asking for forgiveness.

His goddess.

He shuts his eyes as he proceeds and the images begin to flash in his mind the closer he gets to the statue.

He could hear the sound of her ankle bracelets from the night of his birthday, the warmth of her gaze on him from the first day, the whisper of his name from her lips...

"Eros"

As the wind blows he perceives the unfamiliar smell of rain and flames and quickly opens his eyes.

The smell of incense fills his senses and he blinks repeatedly to clear his sight before raising a hand to push aside the curtain when suddenly he notices a shadow on the other side of the last curtain.

He pauses and a slight frown appears on his face.

Who dared enter the sanctuary of his goddess without his permission?

He feels the sudden warmth of anger begin to consume him, the familiar rush of electricity begins to rush up his body and the gold in his eyes brightens.

He takes a large and angry stride forward roughly pushing aside the curtains only to see a woman bowed before the sanctuary he had created for his goddess, the sight of the silver white hair brings back unwanted memories of Ina and he grits his teeth, mind locked into the past.

This couldn't be happening.

No.

Flashes of Ina shoving her dagger in the stomach of the woman he loved fills his mind, the loss of his child, the loss of his love, the loss of who he was, everything resurfaces all at once, all the emotions, the pain, the anger...

Ina was dead.

She was dead.

He had killed her with his bare hands.

This couldn't be happening!

He angrily grabs the arm of the woman and effortlessly lifts her off her knees and forcefully turns her around to face him, prepared to unleash his anger.

"WHO ALLOWED ...?!"

He briskly turns you around and draws you in and a silent gasp begins to escape your lips but the surprise of such an encounter swallows it before you can release it.

You instinctively bend your back in order to keep a safe distance and the man hovers you, his grip tight on your arm, your chest rises and falls as you find yourself looking into the brightest gold eyes you've ever seen.

Eros looks down at you and you watch his angry expression slowly evaporate as his eyes travel your face.

You notice several emotions swim in the depths of his eyes as he stares down at you, towering you completely with his height, his wet and naked body radiates a warmth you're not familiar with but for some reason you don't look away from him.

It's not like you don't want to, it's just that you're so shocked that you can't.

You didn't understand what was going on.

One second you were face to face with Lucifer, the broken winged fallen angel that you couldn't understand, the demon that intrigued your curiosity and yet lured you in at an incredibly diabolic speed and the next thing you knew a man dressed in a white tunic grabbed you and brought you here.

He had presented himself as Angelos and claimed he was an angel but you were wary, after everything that had happened since you died you felt like everyone was trying to trick you but he reassured you that he simply wanted to help you by bringing you to Olympus, the home of the gods.

At the sound of that you felt as if the gods had finally answered your prayers.

You were now able to find solutions to your problems.

The gods were on your side...

At your actions Eros simply stares down at you, his lips slightly parted.

The lightning about to be released from within his veins slowly retreats at the sight of your face.

What was this?

Who was this?

Was this some kind of joke?

His heart was beating at an uneasy pace, chest rising and falling uncontrollably at the sight of your face. He must be dreaming, yes, it must've been all a dream and he must've been losing his mind.

He moves in closer to your face to have a better look at you but you frown at how easily he's getting this close to you when he's naked from head to toe.

You quickly pull yourself from your surprised daze, lower your eyes and snatch your arm from his grip. Taken by surprise at your actions, Eros frowns and reaches to grab you again but your hand moves before you can stop yourself and you slap him across the face.

His face turns to the side from the strength of your slap but he slowly turns his neck to look at you again.

You lift your chin as your gaze locks with his.

"Do not touch me" you tell him firmly and he takes a step closer, completely captivated by your face, oblivious to the awe in his eyes you take a step back, cautious.

Who was this man and what was his problem?

You turn to walk away when he suddenly grabs your hand and begins to turn you back to face him and you angrily swing your hand to hit him but he quickly dodges your hit and grabs your throat before you can move closer.

You wince from the pressure around your throat as he lifts you off your feet and into the air, letting your feet dangle above the air beneath you.

"Let me go!" you choke out angrily while hitting his chest to free yourself but he doesn't even wince at your hits and simple stares at your face unblinking.

What was this odd combination?

The silver hair with that face?

With the face of his goddess, the woman he loves...

The flashes in his head mix together, the silver hair, your face, her face, that silver hair...

You frown as you feel his grip around your neck tighten, loosen, tighten, loosen, tighten...

You grit your teeth and begin to raise your right leg to wrap it around his arm still holding you up by your neck and begin to raise the other leg to hit him on the side of his head with your knee but he grabs hold of your knee to stop its movement and slowly turns his neck to glance up at you.

You try to free yourself but he's strong.

He watches you in awe as you try to figure out a way to free yourself, absentmindedly he blocks all your attempts, it almost amuses him but he simply stares at your face, just your face.

His goddess was everything but savage, on the contraire she was gentle in everything she did but this woman...

Having enough you begin to step up his chest, he looks down at your feet on his chest, curious to know what you're planning but you don't give him much time to think about it as you rush your feet up his chest and use his strong chest to give you the push you need in order to create a perfect back flip and send him stumbling back as he dodges the possible attempt of your foot meeting his face and releasing you.

As Eros tumbles back he watches your body as you land on your two feet and immediately get in a fighting stance, squatted, one leg stretched out, both hands held up, one in a fist and the other palm facing downwards.

Who was this woman?

He takes a step closer to you and you charge at him, using your fist to hit him as the other replaces the blade you don't have but at each attempt Eros blocks you, he backs away from you while blocking your every move.

You move fast but he blocks just as fast.

Eros watches your body as he absentmindedly blocks you, too fascinated with the way it moves along with each punch and kick you throw his way.

The way you bend your body, swiftly move it side to side, quick on your feet, you twirl...

You use all your body to fight, arms, waist, legs, hands, eyes...

There was something majestic in the way you were fighting almost as if you were dancing.

The bracelets around your ankles and the gold bangles around your arms clang together creating a rhythm you follow in your mind in order to achieve such movements.

Eros could stop you easily if he wanted but he was busy studying you, watching you, learning about you in the way you moved.

Every hit was delivered with a determination out of this world, light brown eyes with flames dancing beneath.

It was different and dare he say it, captivating.

He swings the curtains one after the other in your way but you slap them aside, dodge them, wrap them around your wrists to fill the space created between you and him.

At the feeling of water under his feet, Eros knows he's close to the basin and as you land on your two feet, releasing the curtains from around your wrist you spin on your two feet and turn back to him, your hand angled directly at his Adams apple, a very risky place to hit.

From the way you position your hand and the fierce look in your eyes Eros can tell one wrong move and you'd be able to rip his Adams apple out of his throat.

He glances over his shoulder at his whip on the other side of the basin and then back to you.

"Who are you?" you ask him as your chest rises and falls, glaring at him from behind strands of your silver white hair.

Eros simply stares at you and your frown deepens.

Did he not hear you?

"Who are you?!" you demand louder and he tilts his head to the side.

You notice a figure over his shoulder and Angelos appears with a dress in hand, he casts a nervous look at you and then at the back of Eros' head.

"Eros..." he starts and takes another step closer.

"My god of lightning" he takes another step closer

"God of lightning..." you whisper in a voice barely there and slowly advert your eyes back into the gold ones still staring down at you.

You expect to see a mocking smile on his lips due to your mistake but he's simply staring at you, almost absent and yet he's present.

This was Eros, the god of lightning.

You've heard tales about him on earth, he was extremely powerful and it could only be good news if you were brought to him and yet this is how you presented yourself to him.

The more you look into the gold eyes of the man in front of you the more you realize from his simple presence, the powerful aura weighing over you, that he's no ordinary man.

This truly was the god of lightning and you had made a complete fool of yourself in front of him.

Quickly you lower your hand from his throat and take a step back. In respect, you quickly lower your eyes before falling to your knees and bowing at his feet.

At the sight Eros lowers himself and with shaky hands he reaches out and touches your white hair, at his touch you open your eyes but don't look up, you stare at the marble floor.

His large hand caresses your hair before sliding down the side of your head and down the side of your face, you stay perfectly still as he fingertips dance down your jaw to under chin and with his index under your chin he tilts your head back to have a good look at your face.

You lift your chin with the aid of his touch and your eyes travel from his neck to his lips, nose and finally his eyes.

Eros stares at you, almost frozen in place and you watch as tears fill the brim of his eyes, confused you tilt your head to the side.

"You..." he starts in a voice barely there

Your frown deepens, what was wrong?

You quickly look away from his gaze and at the sight of you avoiding his gaze, Eros' heart falls.

Adara would've never looked away.

Adara would've never rejected his gaze, never would've avoided it no matter what, it was what had captured his heart in the first place, that audacity.

He didn't know what he was expecting.

Adara was gone, she was gone long ago but who was this?

Who was this woman with her face?

Why did you look so much alike?

"What is the meaning of this Angelos?" Eros asks with a heavy tone, still staring at the top of your white hair.

"Eros, I present to you..." Angelos starts and you shake your head.

"No!" you exclaim and both Eros and Angelos blink, taken aback.

"Where I come from we are to present ourselves..." you explain and gulp.

You were at the feet of a very powerful god, you couldn't make any mistakes but you couldn't present yourself as anyone other than who you truly were and as you are.

You lick your lips and slowly raise your head to look at the god before you.

"I am Katerina Haneul Ryoo from the Munhwa Ryoo clan founded by my great grandfather, the great Ryoo Cha-Dal" You say without blinking and push yourself off the bowing position, you raise yourself to settle on your knees, straighten your back, your hands respectfully in your lap.

At your words Eros's eyes widen and he takes a step back.

"Ryoo..." he whispers and slowly turns to look at Angelos, eyes lowered.

"Angelos..." Eros starts off deeply, warningly and the Angelos swallows hard, he knew this was going to be troublesome.

"I can explain" He says and Eros slowly turns back to you and then at the statue of Adara.

This young girl was a Ryoo, she was a decedent of the woman he loved, his goddess...

His eyes slowly return to you and he reaches out to touch you but retreats his hand, turns and storms out of the chamber.

You watch Eros rush off and frown before glancing up at Angelos who sighs and slowly turns to look at you.

He steps closer to you and hands you the dress in his hands.

"Something for you to wear during your stay here" he tells you and you hesitate but eventually reach out to take the white fabric from his hands.

He bows and turns rushing off after Eros.

You bring the fabric to your chest and frown before getting off your knees and pushing aside one of the curtains to return to the rose covered altar.

You never believed you'd find yourself face to face with a god, and especially the god of lightning but in some way it made kind of sense that you'd be brought to him above any other god.

You lift your eyes to admire the statue of the goddess of Purity, Adara. Even being in this sanctuary filled with roses you could feel her presence, you could feel her warmth, and all your worries seem to vanish though you knew they were knocking at your door for attention.

You never knew her but your clan always told stories about the kind of Goddess she was, how she was half human and half god, a demigod, which was her strength.

She had fallen in love with the god of lightning and sacrificed herself for him. It was the purest form of love ever told and you felt pride to be part of the clan that born and raised the goddess of Purity towards her greatness.

You look down at the dress in your arms and recall the look in the eyes of the god of lightning.

The look in his eyes worried you.

What if he didn't want to help you?

Angelos had said he'd be your only hope and you were willing to do anything to have the god of lightning hear you out.

For the love he had for Ryoo Adara, the goddess of purity, he would.

You sigh and begin to remove the ruby red colored dress that you're in and as it pools at your feet your thoughts wander off...

You could still feel the warmth of his body as he approached you, warmth you were beginning to familiarize with only to have it torn away from you at the last minute.

You still recall the deepness of his voice as he spoke to you, brown eyes hopeful.

"If you marry me you won't have to be sacrificed. If you marry me willingly you'll be my queen and the beast will remained chained where he is, you won't have to return to that clan that hurt you and betrayed your trust and I won't have to keep fighting to get back into heaven because everything I need will be right here if you choose to give it to me..."

The simple fact that for a second in time you were about to actually consider his proposition was absurd. He was a demon, a fallen angel and brother of the beast you were sacrificed to, it was absurd.

It was absurd.

You frown and bring your fingertips to your lips, you run your fingertips across your bottom lip and then your upper lip and you shudder.

"Katerina"

At the sound of the whisper in your ears, you quickly cast a look over your shoulder as if you feel his presence but you see no one, you turn back to face forward and look down at the ground.

"You were brought here for a reason Katerina and I know somewhere deep down inside of you, you know why"

He was wrong, you didn't know why.

You wished you did so you could prove all those demons wrong. You didn't belong in hell, you didn't belong there.

You weren't destined to marry the beast or Lucifer...

You couldn't possibly be destined to marry either of them.

They were wrong.

You slip on the white dress and it caresses your body as it slides down to your feet, fitting you to perfection.

You push your hair over your shoulders and find your gaze adverting to the orange tint still lingering in the dark sky as if knowing somewhere deep in your heart that the broken winged fallen angel was there...

Was Lucifer looking for you?

You frown as you recall his words and you feel a slight pinch of guilt fill you.

He had opened up to you about his pains and you had seen yourself in his eyes, in his story and in his sorrow. In his eyes there was a hopeful lure that you were the one to change everything for him and yet...

You lift your eyes at the statue of the goddess Adara and slowly fall to your knees as you feel the confusion swirl your heart and your mind.

"What am I to do?" you ask yourself in a whisper almost as if afraid to be heard.

You bow your head at the feet of the statue and press your hands to the stone, shutting your eyes...

How was it possible that you were even questioning what to do when the obvious answer was so clear?

You didn't belong in that place and yet your heart was filled with doubt and all of that just at the sight of Lucifer.

He had touched you in ways no man had ever touched you, his lips had been pressed to yours, the warmth of his body entwined with yours...

You've always believed you knew what was right but after Lucifer you're beginning to question everything and yourself.

You're beginning to question everything you've always been taught, everything you've always known...

Why did you feel guilty as if you were abandoning him when you didn't even owe him anything?

"What am I to do Adara?" you ask in a whisper and lift your teary brown eyes to look up at the statue, the goddess peers down at you and the more she stares down at you the more the obvious response fills your heart.

"Please help me goddess of purity" you cry and lower your head

"Please help me, I don't know what to do" you add in tears.

What was right and what was wrong?

You just didn't know anymore and this scared you.

The obvious response scared you.

With one maiden on his lap, another feeding him grapes by his side and a third on her knees massaging his feet, Asmodeus sits on Lucifer's throne enjoying his time.

He had sent you into the arms of his brother Lucifer with hopes that at least some sort of beneficial outcome would come from it, by now you two should be indulging in the beauty of lust, feeding onto each other's desires.

Knowing Lucifer, he wouldn't be able to resist, the young girl reeked of virgin blood from miles away.

He laughs, genuinely amused.

"What amuses you master?" the maiden at his feet asks and he sighs, lowering himself comfortably in Lucifer's throne.

"The end is near, I can just feel it" he replies and caresses the maiden on his lap, running his lips on the side of her neck, she shivers and he hums in delight, squeezing her into him.

The castle doors burst open and Asmodeus quickly rises to his feet, pushing the maiden on his lap off and quickly shooing away the others while glancing towards the large entrance doors leading into the throne room.

Lucifer's heavy footsteps approaching...

"Out, out, out" he hisses at them as the maidens gather their things and rush out.

He quickly pats the seat as if removing all possible evidence of his ass being on a seat that didn't belong to him, rearranges himself, and clears his throat as he rushes down the steps of the throne to meet with his brother at the entrance, long robe trailing behind him.

As he rushes out of the throne room, he smiles widely at the sight of his brother entering, arms spread wide before bowing, eyes lowered to the floor.

"Ah dear brother, back so soon!" he exclaims but his energy isn't reciprocated. A familiar heat of rage storms past him and begins his way up the stairs.

Asmodeus lifts his head and looks over his shoulder at the back of his brother's head, his triumphal smile disappears and a deep frown replaces it.

What had happened?

Asmodeus rushes after his brother, a deep and concerned frown on his face. He had done his part by sending the girl into his arms and it should've worked, the two of you should've arrived together with good news.

He glances over his shoulder as if expecting to see you walk in as well but you don't. He rushes up the stairs only to hear the sounds of violent growls and things being broken and throw against walls.

"THEY DARE GET IN THE WAY OF MY PLANS!"

Asmodeus pushes open the doors leading into Lucifer's chamber to see his brother with his chest rising and falling, eyes dark as the midnight sky, veins decorating the side of his neck and under his eyes, long silver hair tangled.

"I'M GOING TO TEAR EVERY BIT OF HIM PIECE BY PIECE BEFORE RIPPING HIM INTO HALF!"

Asmodeus frowns, he had perceived a dark energy being released into the air several moments earlier but had simply brushed it off, after all this was Lucifer's realm and if such an energy did appear he knew his brother would take care of it but in this case the energy he had sensed earlier was no other than Lucifer's.

It was always risky to deal with Lucifer when he was in this state, the aura radiation off of him wasn't welcoming at all and from the dark branches decorating the side of his neck, Asmodeus could see that Lucifer was steps way from unleashing his demon.

"Am I allowed to ask what happened or not?" he asks but Lucifer throws a canvas at his head, he quickly dodges allowing the object to hit the wall behind him.

"Hey, this robe was sewed from the voices of sirens and at the hands of deities, watch it!" he snaps at Lucifer who ignores him and grabs a vase and throws it at him.

He shouldn't have asked the others to return to their kingdoms but he didn't know things would end up like this. All Lucifer had to do was make use of the moment to trap you into the web and that was it.

"Why are you throwing things at me?!" he asks hiding behind a pillar

"BECAUSE!" Lucifer exclaims angrily

"I'm tired of having those nosy little rats in my way!" he snaps and turns to look at him.

"But what does that have to do with me?!" Asmodeus snaps taking a peak from behind the large pillar.

Lucifer squints his eyes at his eyes "You think I didn't notice your hand in what happened between her and I?" he asks and Asmodeus twists his mouth and clears his throat as moves past the pillar and walks over to Lucifer's bed, he lies down on it, positioning himself on his side so he could watch his brother continue to massacre his own belongings.

"I admit I'm guilty as charged but we don't have the time, Lucifer, all of this needs to happen now" Asmodeus tells him and Lucifer squints his eyes at him and approaches him.

"She's gone!" he snaps at her and at this news Asmodeus tenses and blinks.

Gone.

How was that possible?

What did that mean exactly for the plan?

"I asked you to let me handle things my way but no you don't trust me enough to let me do what I plan..."

Asmodeus blinks, coming down from his thoughts and rolls his eyes at his brother's words.

"You might be Lucifer, the representation of temptation, the snake that lures and manipulates and lies but you have no ways with women, at least not with this type of woman" Asmodeus sneers and Lucifer narrows his eyes at him.

"I've had women fall to their knees at my feet for me to step on, a long line of women who'd do absolutely anything, anything to be the chosen one, to be my wife, mine!" he exclaims angrily

Asmodeus sighs and picks at his nails "and yet here we are" he mumbles.

"There she is gone like the wind, poof" he jokes, blowing wind over his fingertips.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Lucifer asks and Asmodeus lifts his eyes from his nails to look at him.

"Has it not reached your little brain that this young girl isn't the least bit interested in falling at your feet for you to step on, nor is her name on that long list you claim, nor is she interested in being your chosen one or your wife?" he asks and Lucifer's jaw clenches

"Her actions in the woods speak otherwise" Lucifer claims, lifting his chin

"Aha..." Asmodeus exclaims sitting up

"They do speak otherwise and do you know why?" he asks getting up from the bed and Lucifer frowns.

"Because I pushed her right into your arms but more importantly because deep down that little girl isn't as innocent as we think she is..." he states

"Yes but..."

"Though she might not be as innocent doesn't mean she's easy, Lucifer, she's not like those women you speak of but is a woman who'd, in her own words, rather gauge out her eyeballs than be with you" He adds

At this Lucifer frowns, so you'd rather inflict pain on yourself than be here.

"She said that?"

"Why do you sound surprised?" Asmodeus asks and sneers.

"it was clear from the moment she stepped foot here that she wants nothing to do with you" he reminds him.

Lucifer scoffs "then she can remain where she is" he turns around with a huff and his brother sighs, turning around to watch him as he stands before one of his unfinished paintings, head lowered in defeat.

This was Lucifer, once his pride hit he'd rather pretend not to be affected then admit the truth. Deep down he knew you'd rather be anywhere then here but something must've happened in those woods for this information to be affecting him.

"That's your pride talking Luciiiiii" Asmodeus sings turning around to face him.

"I just want to be left alone, alone" he whispers

"No you do not"

"All I want is my own peace and just when I'm seconds away from getting it, they have to stop it, they have to stop me and it's getting tiresome, brother, I'm tried"

"Don't tell you're giving up on your dream, on our goal" Asmodeus asks with a deep frown

"What is the point of it all, if at the end I just keep failing?" he asks in a whisper, lifting his eyes to look out his window at the night sky

"I had her..." he says and chuckles softly to himself

"Right here in the palm of my hand and just like everything else, they took her, snatched her from me, right under my nose, all because I was too distracted" he says and at this Asmodeus raises an eyebrow, taken aback.

"Distracted?" Asmodeus asks and Lucifer glances over his shoulder at his brother and sighs

"Never mind" he mutters

Asmodeus watches Lucifer as he begins to rearrange the mess he himself made, the veins on his skin begin to disappear as his rage subsides, his eyes begin to return to their natural shade of light brown, the veins underneath his eyes disappear along with the mark on the side of his neck...

What had happened between the two of you in those woods?

"You can't just give up like this Lucifer" he says and Lucifer ignores him.

"We all have high hopes on this plan, on you..." he continues.

"It's better for it to end this way" Lucifer says and Asmodeus shakes his head.

"You can't say that, not after everything we've been through, this girl..."

"IS GONE!" Lucifer exclaims angrily, throwing a canvas on the floor.

"What part of that don't you get?" he asks squinting his eyes at his brother.

Asmodeus lifts his chin looking at his brother "Oh trust me, I get it Lucifer, I do" he says and at this Lucifer turns away.

"She scares you"

Lucifer scoffs "Nothing scares me"

"I don't know what happened in those woods between you and that little girl, brother, but one thing is sure you're afraid of where all of this will lead not for our kingdom but for yourself" Asmodeus points out.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" Lucifer screams at him and Asmodeus claps his hands one each side of his brother's head and looks dep into his eyes.

"This is not the end, brother" Asmodeus says quietly and Lucifer swallows hard

"I have never doubted my skills or my powers and neither should you, that woman will return here without you having to lift a single finger" he tells him and Lucifer blinks.

"how do you know that?" he asks and Asmodeus smiles.

"Because, brother, if you're like this I can only imagine how she is" he whispers and Lucifer blinks.

Asmodeus pats his cheeks and takes a step back "now instead of wallowing here and breaking all these, aw..." he pauses and pouts as he takes hold of the canvas in his brother's hand and looks at the painting

"I loved this one" he mutters and throws the canvas on the floor, no care whatsoever.

"We should celebrate" he says happily.

"what is there to celebrate other than our epic fail?" Lucifer asks in a bored tone.

Asmodeus looks around as if confused "I don't see failure anywhere Lucifer" he says and smirks.

"on the contraire, this is just the beginning of our success" he says and with a smile, he turns to walk out of the room, hands behind his back, and skipping joyfully over the broken pieces in the room.

Lucifer turns back to look up at the sky and a strike of red lightning catches his attention.

"...if you're like this I can only imagine how she is"

How were you feeling Katerina?

How were you after his proposition?

Were you thinking about it, or him at all?

He shuts his eyes and curses to himself, he had done the unthinkable as he opened a bit of his heart to you and told you about his pain and his vision for the underworld but how else was he to get you to stay?

He was starting to believe it was for the best that you were gone, maybe, maybe then he'd be able to forget, forget all he felt as the two of you kissed and touched, or the hopeful look in your eyes as he had asked you to marry him.

He had asked you to make this place feel like home and in your eyes he could see that those words had meant something to you, that the fact that he was trying so hard to keep you here, and needed you here meant the entire world to you.

It was his job to manipulate you but little did you know, did everyone know, that for the first time he had been honest as he spoke with you by the lake.

Yes, his intentions were somewhat selfish but he didn't lie to you, he did need you.

He looks down at his hand still clenched into fist and slowly opens it to reveal the necklace in his palm.

Without you all of this would've been for nothing.

His honesty was winning over you and yes the physical attraction was simply a bonus but Asmodeus was right, you weren't like other women, you didn't care if he was the most powerful being in the kingdom, that didn't interest you.

Just like him you simply wanted a place you'd feel welcomed, a place that'd feel like home.

Your eyes had only lit up when you realized all the two of you had in common and he felt somehow attracted to that light in your eyes beyond the fire.

It was luring him in faster than he believed possible and yes, that scared him.

He lifts his eyes to watch the red lightning sneaking its way through the clouds in the distance and his eyes lower...

You wanted to be faced with the gods and your wish was granted.

One thing Lucifer wasn't good at was allowing what belonged to him to be in the hands of someone else.

With your eyes firmly shut, you hum quietly to yourself as you follow the swirl movement of your hand, fascinated by how it twirls, by how your fingers bend and stretch and fold.

With each movement of your hand, you search for a familiar sensation, a sensation you've been craving to feel ever since you've fully taken over this body but though you feel yourself adapting to this foreign body certain things feel incomplete.

The sensation feels incomplete, as if something is missing and deep down in your heart you know what it is.

You furrow your eyebrows, deep in concentration as you search through your own mind for the necessary flashes to bring you what you need but the more you search, the more your memories mix and turn into memories that don't belong to you.

You didn't need those memories, no, you needed your own.

You desperately needed your own.

The painful memories of your past, memories that physically tore you, not in half, but in several small pieces.

Memories you wished you could let go of but were nothing without.

All the emotions that belonged to the one you used to be have all evaporated with time and though now you feel nothing, absolutely nothing, you have a faint regret, it's faint but it's there.

The girl you used to be was no more and it was better this way.

If you attached such emotions to anything but yourself then you'd never get anything done and that was your strength.

There was no need to dwell on the past but how was it possible to run from something that continued to chase you no matter where you tried to hide ?

A curse that continues to haunt you down despite all your efforts?

Unlike Y/N you were willing to sacrifice everything and anything to save yourself from this curse, even if it meant destroying yet another young and innocent girl.

You tried to help her, help this Ryu Y/N but it was too late. She was already too involved with these men, too involved with the curse.

There was no way out and though it was a shame, you weren't going to go down with her, no, you deserved another chance to live, another chance to be happy and you weren't going to allow anyone to get in the way of that.

No matter how people looked at you from the outside or even from your insides, rotten to the core, it would never change the fact that you had to do what you had to do in order to win, in order to get what you wanted.

Time was ticking heavily and if certain pieces of the puzzle didn't reunite then all of this would've been for nothing and you couldn't allow that to happen.

You repeatedly flick your wrist in circular motion, moving it along to the rhythm in your mind but you find the once familiar tune slipping away from you, cracking at the edges like broken glass you're trying desperately to put back together.

It's been so long but it was a tune you could never forget, a tune dear to home, dear to you.

It was everything.

You slowly open your eyes to find yourself still seated in the crystal clear dressing room. Several dresses and outfits displayed before you to pick.

You slowly advert your attention back to the ring on your finger, the glimmering white light in the room reflects on the ring.

"What's that tune you're humming?"

You glance to your side at Jennie sitting in the seat beside you, she caresses your free hand, taking time to massage your skin while keeping her brown eyes on you, eyes filled with adoration.

Joy, Jisoo and Wendy all glare your way as they look over the clothes, muttering under their breaths about how they shouldn't be here with you but you don't care, you simply ignore them, too busy in your own mind.

You stare at Jennie for a moment or two as if contemplating whether you wish to give her a real response or simply ignore her but the more you stare at her the more you realize how deep she is in your compulsion.

You could tell her anything and she'd look at you as if you were her god.

"That tune as you call it, is a Siren chant" you reply and her brown eyes widen.

"Siren chant?" she asks and you sigh and give a small nod, rolling your eyes to the ceiling, not believing the fact that you're actually telling her this.

"One sang by my people, my family" you respond.

"You're a siren?" she asks in a voice barely there and you nod.

"Tell me about your family" she says pushing your dark tousled hair over your shoulder and arranging your dark blue silk robe.

You reach for your champagne flute and take a sip of champagne while staring at one of the dresses with an absent look.

"I am the youngest of 7 children" You whisper but slowly the reality of your situation hits you and you lower your glass of champagne and slowly turn to look at her.

"I was the youngest of 7 children, 7 sisters" you whisper and she raises her eyebrows.

You force your eyes away from her but she stares, fascinated.

"it must've been fun having 7 sisters" she says and you feel a small smile on your lips as several images fill your mind, the sounds of laughter and voices, voices you cherished.

Your chest aches slightly but you straighten your spine and lower your champagne glass on the table.

"It was" you say avoiding her gaze.

Without realizing maybe too deep in your thoughts and your memories, you smile to yourself.

"We lived in a world full of magic and beauty and we were all close, so close that we could feel each other's pains, each other's sorrows, happiness, every single emotion that one felt the other processed and accepted" you recall and raise your hand to your chest where your heart was located and you blink.

"If one was in pain, the others would feel it even from a mile away" you whisper clutching your chest.

"so what happened?" she asks and you turn your neck to look at her.

"I met a man..." you whisper and raise your hand to admire your ring.

"Jimin?" she asks and slowly a smile makes its way to your lips and you give a small shake of the head.

"Enigma" you whisper and lower your hand.

"He taught me everything I know, the reason I am what I am now. I am devoted to him, heart and soul even after everything I still can't find a place in m heart or mind to hate him" you say softly and turn to look at her.

"and trust me I've tried to hate him, tried but..." you shake your head looking down at the ring on your finger, she follows your gaze and stares at the ring.

"you failed or else you wouldn't be marrying him" She tells you and you wince, the word 'fail' annoys you but she wasn't wrong.

"That's the thing, I love him just as much as I hate him, a love so powerful that I'm willing to do anything to be reunited with him, absolutely anything" you whisper.

You sit back in your seat, crossing your leg over the other "no matter how it all ends, we must reunite with each other" you add

She tilts her head the side "and then?"

"and then the rest once again will be history" you whisper

She sighs and caresses your hand "Tell me..." you start and she lifts her eyes to look at you.

"Why did you get married with Namjoon?" you ask and at the mention of him she blushes, you almost roll your eyes. The compulsion would explain this reaction, once it disappears all that hate she feels for him and for you will return.

"Because I knew with him I'd be happy" She answers and you raise an eyebrow at her.

"You do realize he's nothing more than a worthless cheating pig, right?" you ask and she frowns.

"yes but I still love him, I can't help it, kind of like you with Enigma, you love him but hate him and yet you deserve so much better" She says and her words hit you in a place you didn't think they'd reach and you sigh and sit back in your seat, leg crossed over the other.

"So do you" you tell her and her eyes widen

"So do I what?" she asks and you force out a sigh, rolling your eyes and adverting your gaze elsewhere.

"Deserve better" you mumble and her eyes brighten.

"Is this you being nice?" she asks and you turn your neck to look at her, forcing a smile.

"It's me being in a not killing you mood" you correct her and she giggles, you feel your lips twitch but force it away.

You already revealed way too much and it was probably the nostalgia emotion you were feeling earlier. One of the things you hated about being in this body was that emotions were now a thing again, annoying little f*ckers.

"I'm going to pick out the lingerie" She says excitedly and before she can get up from her seat, you grasp her hand, nails digging into her flesh, she meets your gaze and winces.

You sit up and lean in "You'll forget everything I've just told you" you whisper looking into her eyes and push her hair over her shoulder before caressing her cheek.

"I must admit..." you start as your eyes travel her face.

"It was nice talking with someone like this" you add .

"You must feel so alone" she whispers and you pull your hand back and straighten yourself, reach for your champagne and sit back in your seat.

"I have myself, that's enough" you say and bring your glass to your lips before shooing her off with your hand, she gets up and rushes to the new undergarments presented to you by one of the staff.

You must feel so alone...

Your grip tightens around the champagne glass as you take a sip.

The automatic doors slide open and you remove your glass of champagne from your lips to watch Seulgi parade in with a wide and satisfied smile on her face.

"Guys..." she starts, grabbing a glass of champagne off a tray as she removes her large fur coat and throws it onto one of the empty seats.

"Finally got rid of the bitch..." she exclaims, ignoring the warning signals being sent by her friends. At her words you turn your neck to look at her.

You can't help but notice something different about her, other than the glow of desperation always floating over her, there's something familiar in her smile that makes you lower your eyes. Her usually neat hair has a little twist to it today, the rosiness in her cheeks, the slight perspiration on her skin...

If you weren't mistaken, that looked a lot like a sex glow.

Seulgi was always down your throat with how you don't deserve Jimin this and Jimin that but you knew Jimin wouldn't be messing with her, she wasn't his type and she was far too desperate, all bark no bite.

"Bitch?" Jennie asks, head titled to the side and a genuine confused look on her face

Seulgi frowns and turns to look her "Yeah the..." as if sensing your eyes on her, she pauses and turns only to see you sitting there in all your glory.

At the sight of you, her eyes widen and she spits out her champagne. You look at her and lift your chin, eyes gleaming in amusem*nt, a smirk on your red painted lips.

"Welcome Seulgi, just the person I was waiting for" you say and stand from your seat, walking over to her, hips swaying side to side.

"You're here" she chokes out and looks over her shoulder at the others. You pout and reach for a napkin on the table before handing it to her.

"And you're late" you point out and she snatches the napkin from you.

"So were you from what I heard' she snaps nervously wiping her lips, making sure not to wipe off her lipstick.

You smirk and walk around her, eyeing her from head to toe before standing right in front of her, there's something that on her that you just can't shake off.

Despite her effort to mask the smell with her perfume, you could smell the scent of sex on her and not just that but there's a familiar scent that has the hairs on the back of your neck rising.

You lean in closer to her and panicked, she moves back but you simply take in her scent and it's when you do, it's when it finally reaches you that you lean back and smile.

You could never miss it, his scent, its faint but it's there.

The question is, what was this pathetic little rat doing around your Enigma?

Was she the one around him or was he the one around her?

"I got caught up" you say turning away from her and pushing your hair over your shoulder.

"How...?" she starts and you take note of that reaction and go straight towards the chosen dresses.

"it's not like you all had anything important to do, I mean..." you pause and release a laugh

"I'm the only one spicing up your pathetic lives..." you say and take hold of a long diamond incrusted dress and turn to them

"So you're welcome" you shrug

"Bitch" Seulgi mumbles under her breath and you smile at her

"that may be true but at least I'm not someone's bitch" you shoot at her and her eyes widen.

You lower your eyes and smirk as Jennie rushes to you with a gorgeous red tailored Chanel assemble.

"This would be perfect for your TV interview" she says excitedly and you take hold of the outfit and glance at it from head to toe before turning to the others, pressing the outfit to your body.

"Does this outfit scream..." you pause and soften your expression, batting your eyelashes innocently

"Yes you all saw me on a sex tape but I swear on the head of my dead grandmother that it wasn't me" you act out, keeping your innocent expression for a moment or two.

They all stare at you, not sure how to react and you drop your expression.

"Well?" you snap.

"Definitely" Jennie says clapping and you smile and turn to look at Seulgi, biting down on her bottom lip nervously as she downs her entire glass of champagne and quickly takes hold of another one.

"You do realize the sex tape she's referring to is the one with your husband right?" Wendy asks Jennie who waves off the matter while looking for a matching beret.

"What do you think Seulgi?" you ask and she tenses and slowly turns to look at you.

"I..." Her eyes flick from you to her bag, she walks to it and opens it, pulling out her phone, she turns to you and the others.

"I need to make a phone call" she says and walks by you. You follow her with your eyes as she opens the doors leading to the staircases and then turn to Jennie showing you a red lace veiled beret.

"This is perfect" she says and you admire the beret and let your nails graze the laced veil.

"Just right for the dramatic affect" you say as you glance over your shoulder at the door Seulgi just rushed through, eyes lowered.

You loved games but what you loved the most about them was winning.

Seulgi worriedly looks over her shoulder as she makes her way up the top of the stairs, not stopping until she's positive she's out of earshot and safe to make her call.

She stops on the third floor and glances at her reflection in the mirror on the wall and fixes her hair, she takes a deep breath before calling him. He had given her clear instructions never, NEVER, to call him. When he needed her he called her and it was as simple as that but this was an emergency she couldn't deal with alone.

She had truly believed that everything was over and done.

She honestly didn't think she was capable of doing such a thing, of getting rid of the largest obstacle on her way, the only thing stopping her from being with Jimin was you.

She couldn't understand how he could still want to marry you after everything you've done.

How was it possible that he was able to turn a blind eye over the fact that you had slept with so many different men and also with the now ex chief of city for everyone to see?

It was obvious that you had casted some sort of weird spell on him just as you had done with Jennie.

It was the only explanation as to why Jennie was behaving this way.

After that kiss at the restaurant you're all Jennie talks about, she obeys to every single order you give her, she buys you things and no matter what Seulgi says to try and reason with her she gets angry at her for calling you what you really are.

A whor*.

A slu*t.

A bitch.

You were unworthy to be called Park Jimin's fiancée but she was.

You were simply a problem she could remove if she played her cards right.

She had to admit the one thing that bitch actually taught her was that in times of desperation it's important to get dirty, all that matters is that you clean yourself up before appearing in front of others.

She brings her glass of champagne to her lips just as she feels the vibration of her phone in her free hand. She quickly takes a sip before looking over her shoulder to make sure no one is coming up and then returns her gaze to the screen of her phone.

JUNG HOSEOK.

A breath of relief leaves her as she clutches her chest, he was okay.

She quickly answers and presses the device to her ear.

"I'm so glad to hear from you, are you okay?" she asks quickly.

"I thought I told you not to call me, I call you" he says deeply and she rolls her eyes.

"With everything I saw I figured you'd be dead..."

"I'm fine, what do you want?" he asks

She rubs her temples "I know, it's just..." she pauses and swallows hard, glancing over her shoulder before returning her gaze to her reflection.

"We have a problem"

She can already imagine the frown on his face from those words

"A problem?" he asks

Seulgi digs her nails into his thighs as they quiver and shuts her eyes, tears slipping from them as he forces himself further into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, she chokes but he doesn't stop.

His large hands disappear into her hair and grip, ignoring all the efforts she had put to show up at his hotel with a perfect appearance

She forces her eyes open to watch him behind her blurry sight, his head is throw back in pleasure, newly dyed blonde strands of his hair caressing his wet temple. She's not doing much work other than giving her throat up for him to f*ck to his pleasure, he guides her head back and forth on his co*ck and she moans to show him she's enjoying herself.

There was just something arousing about being a puppet for a powerful man and what better than being the puppet for the head of the Korean Mafia?

As she continued to fight her gag reflex, Seulgi couldn't help but think back at how she got there in the first place, how she managed to partner up with someone as dangerous as this.

It was a partnership, a partnership surrounding a common goal, and that goal was getting rid of the one and only Ryu Y/N.

Seulgi had to admit that she was the one who went looking for him, not the opposite. She ignored how you managed to be so protected, it was as if all the men with power in this city wanted nothing more than protect you, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and now from what she's heard even the new chief Jeon Jungkook.

When Joy had told her that she had seen you and Jeon Jungkook acting all friendly in front of the Police Station she knew something was up.

She had to admit, you were smart about who you spread your legs for and she needed to be just as smart as you.

If she was going to beat you then she had to play by your rules.

She had to play dirty, even if it meant sleeping with someone her parents, her family and even her entire surroundings would disown her for.

Yes, Jung Hoseok was a dangerous man and even though he only called her when he needed something to cum in didn't mean he treated her like sh*t.

It wasn't as if she was planning on marrying him, no, she wanted Park Jimin and to get there she had to get rid of you, something Jung Hoseok was intrigued of when the two first met in his club a few days ago.

It was a relief and a miracle to find a man on this planet, in this city that wanted nothing more than get rid of you for that, yes, Seugli would let him use her to his pleasure, he definitely deserved it.

"I'm gonna cum" he groans, fisting her hair.

She moans around his shaft, signaling he's free to do so and he complies, thighs tensed and hips bucked, both hands in her hair, head thrown back, lips parted, he fills her throat, cum spurting down her throat, she winces and coughs, allowing cum to slip down her chin and onto her breasts.

"f*ck, f*ck, f*ck" he groans before settling his ass back on the edge of his bed.

She swallows the thick cum in her mouth and releases his softening length from her mouth.

He sighs and chuckles, nodding his head towards her "show me" he demands and she opens her mouth, showing him her now empty mouth, no trace of his cum whatsoever.

He nods satisfied and pats her head "good" he says.

"Clean yourself up" he says and gets up from the bed, taking the sheets with him to cover his naked member.

She wipes the remaining cum from her chest and the corner of her lips before getting off the floor to get dressed.

"Can we go over the plan again?" she asks once her pants on and going over to the bar in his bedroom to fix him and herself a drink.

She hears him laugh from the bathroom "you really want to get rid of her huh?" he asks and she smiles, flipping her dark tangled hair over her shoulder.

"Of course, I mean so do you" she reminds him as she adds ice to his drink.

He reappears from the bathroom, simply dressed in his jeans, unbuttoned, his Calvin Klein boxers appearing, he slips both of his hands through his blonde locks, pushing them back from his forehead.

"We are not the same, sweetheart, the bitch stole my money, I have every right to go after her pretty little ass but you..." he pauses and takes the glass of whiskey from her hand and points to her with a slender index.

"You simply want to get rid of her because she's f*cking with a man who barely knows you exist" he teases and she lowers her eyes at him as she brings her own glass to her lips.

"Once she's gone then he'll know I exist" she shoots and he throws his head back and laughs, shaking his head at her.

"You don't know Jimin do you?" he asks as he grabs his black fleur imprinted button up from the bed and slips it on, not bothering to button it up he turns to her.

"Thousands of women can parade before him, naked if they wish and he wouldn't give a damn..." he starts as he approaches her.

"You see, Jimin loves his women crazy, he loves them to have balls something I have to admit, our Ryu Y/N possesses..." he says slowly as he runs his index down the side of her face, she lifts her chin, looking into his eyes.

He leans in "Does that little vixen have balls, yes, is she a little crazy in the head, damn right she is..." he pauses and bites down on his bottom lip.

"Is she hot as f*ck, f*ck yes she is" he whispers and she glares at him, he smirks and meets her gaze before pushing her face from his.

"but I do respect your efforts to try and woo him" he says raising his glass to her.

She smirks and turns her face back to face him, she raises her own in turn before bringing it to her lips.

"The plan is to send two or three men out to get her, as she's on her way to the scheduled meeting with you and your pathetic friends for a little shopping session, my men will surround her and bring her in and..."

"And then?" she whispers leaning into him.

"And then" he whispers and she bites down on her bottom lip, pressing her hands to his chest

"Yes?" she whispers, standing on the tip of her toes

He smirks "the end" he finishes and brings his glass to his lips, throwing his head back to empty it, he lets an ice cube slip past his lips and leans in.

She opens her lips and allows him to kiss her, he slips the ice cube into her mouth and moves back, she breaks the ice with her teeth and he chuckles

A knock on the door fills the room

"What?" Hoseok snaps

"Boss we have a problem downstairs" one of his men says on the other side of the door and at this Hoseok frowns.

"Then get rid of it, what are you coming here telling me that for?" he asks and Seulgi laughs headed to the bathroom to fix herself up a bit.

"Um boss because it's Park Jimin, he's at the reception asking to see you" the guard says and at this Seulgi pauses and turns to look at Hosoek who's frown deepens.

"Park Jimin, here, demanding to see me?" he asks and sneers.

"You don't say" he mumbles and looks over his shoulder at the door.

"He can't see me here" Seulgi says and Hosoek ignores her

"Tell him I'm unavailable" he says

"yes sir"

"What do you think he's here for?" she asks him and he shrugs.

"Do you think he senses something, I mean you did say Taehyung threatened you, you think he told him?" she asks and Hoseok sighs, irritated.

"Let's see how he reacts to this" he demands and heads out of the bedroom, opening the door and Seulgi rushes after him to see what happens.

Hoseok storms into the living room where some of his men are, they clear the path for him and he sits on the couch facing the television set where Seulgi can clearly see the reception desk and the events occurring in the lobby on the screen.

She sees a peachy pink haired Jimin, dressed in an elegant all white ensemble, the frilly collar of his white button up peeking from underneath his suit. She watches in awe as he talks with the receptionist behind the desk, he smiles, charmingly, maneuvers his hands majestically as he speaks.

One of Hoseok's men approaches him and he turns his neck to look at him. They all watch as the guard clearly repeats Hoseok's orders from a few minutes ago.

Jimin's full lips move "Unavailable"

As if it's the funniest thing he's ever heard he throws his head back and those in the lobby turn their heads to look at him.

"Unavailable to receive me?" he asks and nods his head before turning his neck and his eyes lock with the cameras, a smirk appears on his lips.

Hoseok watches him with squinted eyes "Send more guards down, I have a bad feeling about this" he says and on his demand more of his men rush out of the pent house.

"You're not going to hurt him are you?" Seulgi asks glancing back and forth at the screen and a cautious Hoseok who ignores her.

She returns her eyes to the screen to see Jimin take a step back from the reception desk, he unbuttons his suit, very slowly and sets it on the desk, next he unbuttons his cuffs and carefully rolls the sleeve, all this with a smirk on his lips, eyes gleaming with mischief and joy.

He pauses and turns to the camera, positioning himself perfectly, he rolls his neck and with lowered eyes, he claps.

"What is he doing?" Hoseok asks

Several guards begin to surround him but he pays no mind to them, eyes focused on the camera filming him, he continues to clap, very slowly.

The more he claps the more the recording appears problematic, he doesn't move from his positon, hands meeting, eyes glued to the cameras, the lights begin to flicker, on and off.

Whenever his palm meets, they turn off and once they part, the lights return.

Hoseok stands from his seat.

"What in the f*ck...?"

Seulgi's eyes widen as she watches Hoseok's men charge towards each other, all shooting at one another, bullets fly, knifes thrown, punches being shared blood splattered everywhere as all the guests in the lobby scream and run towards the exit but all the doors slam shut and lock.

The lights continue to flicker on and off as everyone continues to fight and kill.

In the midst of it Jimin stands, unbothered.

All the bullets fly over his head without him even bothering to dodge them, all around him a massacre is unleashed but he remains untouched, simply clapping his hands in the same rhythm, slow and calculated.

"What is happening?!" Seulgi

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Hoseok yells at her and turns to his other men.

"Get down there and figure out what's happening" he directs them and they hesitate glancing at one another.

"But boss..."

"NOW!" he demands and they rush off.

He turns to another one of his men "You, get her out of here" he says and Seulgi looks at him.

"I'm not leaving until I know what's going on" she argues and he growls and grabs her throat, she chokes and winces.

"You listen to me and listen to me good, I don't have time for your bullsh*t, grab your sh*t and get out of here" he snaps and releases her, she falls into the arms of his guard.

She watches him as he grabs his gun from the coffee table and begins to load it and then returns her gaze to the screen where blood was being spilled and a calm and posed Jimin in the midst of it.

What was going on?

"Let me in Hoseok" a voice says and chills run down her spine as she hears the voice, that didn't sound anything like the Jimin she knew.

The guard drags her out of the living room and back in the bedroom to gather her things.

Was Jimin doing all of this for you?

Was he so blinded in love with you that he was willing to kill just to save you?

Back in the living room Hoseok quickly grabs his gun from the coffee table and directs it into a random direction before turning around to direct it towards the screen of the television, right at Jimin who smirks.

"Go f*ck yourself" Hoseok retorts.

At this Jimin grabs a knife in the middle of its trajectory, as it's thrown by one of the guards towards a guard to his left and once the blade enters his hand, he twirls it into the air, catches it and in a swift movement throws it right to the camera.

The filming ends.

Hoseok groans and rushes to the front door to lock the entrance, there was no way in hell he was going to deal with Jimin when he was like this.

He's seen Jimin act strangely before, this wasn't the first time but it was the first time he was seeing him this intense and this odd.

First Taehyung and now him.

He looks onto the screen filming the hall leading to the suite and right outside the front door where two of his guards were standing.

"The two of you stay there and if he approaches then shoot him, I don't care where, just do it" he orders and watches impatiently.

A long time ago it would've never crossed his mind to kill Jimin but from the look in his eyes he could clearly tell that if he didn't do it then Jimin wasn't going to hesitate to kill him.

Something had clearly switched off in him.

"Stop right there!" Hoseok hears one of his men call out on the other side of the door.

"Shoot him!" he demands and immediately he hears the sounds of gunshots, nonstop as if shooting one bullet directly wasn't enough, the fire doesn't cease until Hoseok hears a loud bang on the door, he jumps, startled.

Silence.

He turns to the security cameras to take a quick look and when he turns it back on, there before his eyes stands Jimin, covered in blood from head to toe, holding the head of one of his guards by the hair.

He tilts his head to the side, all the amusem*nt gone from his handsome bloody face.

"Look at all this mess" he shakes his head, releasing a 'tsk' before his eyes lock with Hoseok's.

"All I wanted to do was talk but it seems like you all enjoy the hard way these days" he mumbles and releases the head of the guard, letting it drop the floor before he leans into the camera, a slow smirk appears on his lips.

"I have to admit I enjoy it just as much" he whispers and uses his bloody index to push aside a strand of his peachy pink hair from his eye.

"What do you want Jimin?" Hoseok asks making sure his gun is loaded and at this question Jimin tilts his head to the side, a genuine confused look on his face before he snaps his fingers and laughs.

"Right, Jimin" he nods and licks his lips.

"He thinks I'm Jimin" Hoseok hears him say to himself.

Jimin clears his throat "Right, yes, I'm Jimin and I come in peace, how about we deal with this matte civically" he teases and laughs.

"Ah that good old Jimin" he says shaking his head.

"What are you talking about?" Hoseok asks with a deep frown.

"Have you lost your mind?!" he asks and at this the laughter drops and Enigma leans into the camera.

"No but you're about to" he says deeply and before Hoseok can ask him what he means, the front door burst open, quickly Hoseok jumps back and raises his gun but it's quickly snatched from him and used to hit the side of his head, he stumbles back but a hand grabs his neck and draws him closer.

Breathless and in pain he struggles to open his eyes only to find himself staring into unfamiliar chestnut brown eyes

"Gotcha"

"Let go you piece of sh*t" Hoseok forces out trying to throw a punch.

"Not so powerful without your guns, huh?" Jimin asks and pushes Hoseok back, quickly Hoseok raises a leg to give Jimin a kick but he's not quick enough. Jimin quickly catches his leg and with a smirk gives it a twist, sending Hoseok's entire body flipping and onto the coffee table, crashing.

"Back in my days there were no guns" Jimin says, eyes dark as he crushes the gun in his hand and throws it somewhere over his shoulder and marches over to Hoseok, rolling on the broken glass in pain.

He bends down and grabs Hoseok by the hair, lifting his upper body from the floor "we had no choice but to use our hands to take out our ennmies" he says and throws a punch after punch right at his face, over and over again.

"That was what made the man!" he says angrily.

He doesn't stop until Hoseok's face is bloody and swollen before he lets him fall back on the floor and flips his hair back, pushing it back with his hands.

A sound makes him tense and he glances over his shoulder, eyes lowered. He turns away from Hoseok and stretches his neck to have a better look.

Down the hall, leading to the front door, Seulgi has her mouth covered by the guard in her company, she had only realized she had screamed when it had left her.

She wasn't in love with Hoseok but seeing him being beaten to the pulp like that had taken her off guard and by Jimin nonetheless.

She was afraid, holding her breath as the sound of his heeled boots approached. Hoseok's words from earlier repeat in her head.

She was nothing for Jimin and if he was capable of doing this to Hoseok then he'd have no mercy whatsoever for her. If he ever found out she had anything to do with what was going to happen to you in a few hours, then it'd be over for her.

"Is someone there?" he asks quietly and she and the guard take a step back, she glances over her shoulder at the guard, who warns her with his eyes to keep quiet, she didn't need to be told twice.

Jimin straightens himself as he hears the sound of broken glass and turns to watch Hoseok crawl away from him giving Seulgi and the guard the opportunity to escape through the broken door, without a look back they run.

Seulgi doesn't bother to look at the dead bodies in the halls, nor does she stop to look at the all the blood on the floor, or the amounts of decapitated bodies all around, or the number of bullets on the floor, no she couldn't.

Once out of the hotel and on the sidewalk, she clutches her stomach and throws up, the smell of blood and dead bodies filling her sense whenever she tries to breathe.

She had never seen that side of Jimin and this only proved how in love with you he was. He was capable of absolutely anything to save you but no matter what he did, it didn't change what was going to happen.

She raises herself and wipes her mouth, her entire body shaking, she lifts her eyes to look up at the building.

She ignored what was going to happen to Hoseok but Jimin wasn't going to kill him was he?

No matter this was now every man for himself situation. She was going to deny it all and no one would ever suspect her of teaming up with the boss of the Korean Mafia.

The plan was already set in motion, Hoseok's men were going to kill you and that was that.

Jimin turns away from the entrance and follows Hoseok who continue to struggle, only to Jimin's pleasure and amusem*nt.

"Run run little piggy, run" Jimin teases and Hoseok cruses under his breath as he crawls to the balcony.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jimin asks and grabs a handful of Hoseok's hair to lift his head, Hoseok hisses and Jimin leans in.

"How many men did you send out to get her?" he asks.

"I don't know what you're talking about" Hoseok struggles out to say and Jimin slams his face onto the floor before raising his head again.

"Wrong answer, let's try again" he says and steps onto Hoseok's twisted ankle with his heeled boots.

"Three, three, THREE!" Hosoek cries out and Jimin laughs.

"Please she'll eat them alive" he says and with his free hand he caresses Hoseok's throat.

"Here's what we're going to do" he starts and runs the tip of his nose on Hoseok's cheek.

"You're going to send more men out to get her" he says and at this Hoseok frowns, what was he talking about?

"What?"

"I want her here at my feet on her knees" he says and lift his eyes to look at the red sky. Hoseok turns over onto his back to watch him.

"You want my men to..." he pauses and cough out blood, sniffles and glares up at him

"To drag your woman here?" he asks and Jimin blinks, forcing his eyes away from the bloody red sky to look down at him.

"That's exactly it sweetheart" he says and Hoseok spits out blood as he laughs.

"Is this some sort of f*cking trap?" he wheezes out and Jimin tilts his head to the side.

"Or do you want to punish her for sleeping with Kim Namjoon?" he mocks with a grin, at this Jimin's eyes darken and he places his feet on each side of Hoseok's body and glances down at him, a smirk forms on his full lips.

"I want to punish alright, but not for what you think" he says and slowly licks his lips as his eyes wander down Hoseok's body

"Until then..." he whispers and Hoseok's eyes widen in horror as he watches Jimin smears the blood across his face.

"She's alive and here right now, trying on outfits as if nothing happened" she tells him and glances over her shoulder.

"Not even a single scratch, Hoseok, none at all, still parading around as if she's the queen of the world" she says facing forward again.

"Look, we'll deal with it, right now I can't talk to you" he says and she stomps her foots.

"I wanted her dead, dead and left somewhere for rats to eat not prancing around like this" she complains through gritted teeth.

"Dead?" a voice asks and Seulgi jumps startled and her eyes flick to the mirror only to see you standing behind her, you stare at her, head tilted to the side, no amusem*nt or even expression on your face.

She swallows hard, turns to face you and takes a step back "ever heard of minding your business?" she snaps and you step up to her, your eyes traveling her face and the obvious panic in her eyes.

"You know the difference between you and I?" you ask her and she lifts her chin, glaring at you.

"I don't run from terror, I don't scurry off like a little girl when things get a little dangerous" you tell her and she swallows hard.

"It's easy to spread your legs for a dangerous man but it's one thing getting your hands dirty to be on his level" you continue and she frowns.

"The time has come Seulgi..." you say and she takes another step back and you step forward.

"Stay away from me" she demands and you step closer.

"Help!" she screams but you give her a strong punch in the face, she gasps, clutching her nose, stumbling back before you grab her head and smash it against the wall, her body tumbles a bit and you step aside watching her as she stumbles past you, groaning in pain.

"You bitch!" she screams

You turn to face her as she holds her head, getting dizzy by the second, your eyes flick from her to the stairs behind her and a small smirk makes its way to your lips as you step closer to her.

"You won't get away with this" she stutters out tripping over her own feet, blood dripping down her nose and the corner of her lip.

"Just like you won't get away with being in his presence before I could" you state firmly

"What are you talking about?" she asks and you smirk

"You are no match for me Seulgi, not needed either but no worries I'll make sure your body is used for a bigger purpose" you whisper to her and her eyes widen

"Wha-?"

With a hard uppercut punch, you send her off the railing and she screams. You step up and lean forward to watch her body fall from the third floor, her head hits the railing on the second floor, blessing the atmosphere with a sickening 'crack' until she lands on the first floor with a 'thud'.

You smile as you watch the blood spread from underneath her body, her brown eyes, now empty stare up at you, wide open, lips parted, limbs spread out.

You take a step back and turn to look at your reflection, adjusting the red tailored Chanel ensemble. You push a strand of your dark hair behind your ear and shift from one foot to the other, straightening your back and fluttering your eyelashes innocently, you ease your expression, soften it and blink.

"Hi..." you smile sweetly, hands entwined in front of you.

"I'm Ryu Y/N" you say and lower your eyes.

Hoseok lowers the device from his ear and curses under his breath.

This all started with him wanting and needing to simply get rid of you, it was a way to get under Taehyung and Jimin's skin but now things were seriously getting out of hand.

He raises his hand to caress his throat. Earlier he was so close to being dropped from the balcony, if he hadn't given in to the orders given by Jimin then he wouldn't have lived to tell the tale.

He had never seen that look in Jimin's eyes before, it was almost as if he was face to face with someone else, someone completely immune to human feelings and emotions, someone who was completely dead inside.

"So she's still alive" a voice mutters and Hoseok sighs and lifts his eyes to glare at the back of Jimin's now dark head.

"Not a scratch, nothing" He adds and twists his mouth.

Hoseok flashes him a sour smile "You should know by now how hard it is to get rid of that bitch you claim as a girlfriend" he snaps and Jimin simply hums to himself as he runs a towel through his now freshly dye free hair.

"I have no idea what got over me" he says and laughs, shaking his head as he admires himself in the mirror hanging above the chimney.

"I mean honestly, peachy pink" he scoffs and throws the towel over his shoulder, it lands on the couch and he leans into to have a better look at his reflection, lifting an index to part his slightly curly and wet dark bangs.

"Did you not hear what I just said?!" Hoseok exclaims angrily and Jimin blinks and looks over his shoulder at him.

"Yes, you called her a bitch I claim as a girlfriend. I heard you" he says and smiles turning back to his own reflection.

"But I'm talking about the abomination I inflicted on my precious head" he sighs and Hoseok lips part in shock.

There was something really wrong going on here.

"That hairstylist lied to me, that was a horrible color, horrible" he shakes his head in disgust.

"Must I remind you that you set a hair salon on fire because a boy dared dye his hair the same color as you and that was hours ago?" Hoseok asks and Jimin pouts but continues to adjust himself.

"It's all over the news" Hoseok adds and winces slightly at the pain in his cheek, he sighs and presses his ice pack against his cheek.

"So I may have exaggerated but of course with a purpose" Jimin says waving his hand to emphasize how little the incident affects him.

"I don't think all those who died share your opinion" Hoseok mumbles under his breath.

Jimin rolls his eyes "Consider them sacrifices for a bigger purpose" he shrugs

Hoseok's frown deepens "What bigger purpose?" he asks and at this a slow smirk makes its way to Jimin's lips and he slowly spins on his heels, hands behind his back to look at Hoseok, who jumps slightly by this action, still afraid.

"A bigger purpose, dear friend, one that will bring us lots and lots of power" Jimin says as he approaches, his eyes caramel brown eyes brighten, sparks of the red lightning in the sky seem to reflect in them.

He leans forward and Hoseok leans back, still wary.

"We will control and rule this world Hoseok but before that..." his expression darkens

"I must get rid of a few things" he adds and Hoseok swallows hard, he winces and quickly puts a hand over his neck to ease the pain.

Jimin's eyes follow his movement and he tilts his head to the side, a strand of his dark hair lays effortlessly above his right eye.

"Try not to talk too much or swallow too hard, it'll only intensify the pain" he says patting his head, Hoseok tries to dodge his touch but fails.

"says the one who choked me" Hoseok snaps and for a second he thinks Jimin is going to smack him for talking back to him but instead he throws his head back and laughs, eyes crinkled in genuine amusem*nt.

"I have to admit I do enjoy your Mafia gang leader humor, you almost pissed in your pants earlier but that still have the balls to talk back to me" he says and claps, impressed.

"We're going to work so well together" he says straightening himself, he takes a large step back, arms spread at his sides, before posing, one hand behind his head, the other on his hip.

"Now..." his expression becomes serious, a pout on his full lips.

"How do I look?" he asks and Hoseok raises an eyebrow.

Was he really serious right now?

"I need to be perfect so be honest" Jimin says no humor whatsoever on his face and Hoseok shifts in his seat and lets his eyes wander the new outfit.

Now discarded of the blood stained clothes and after a fresh shower, he was dressed in a matching navy blue velvet suit, the three buttons at the top unbuttoned to show his bare chest underneath

An outfit he demanded one of Hoseok's men to fetch for him.

"Why is this important?" Hoseok asks and at this Jimin turns his neck to look at him as if it wasn't obvious.

"Because..." he pauses and tenses, eyes glued forward, almost as if sensing something.

"Because?" Hoseok asks, impatient

"Silence!"

Quickly, Hoseok shuts his mouth and remains still as he watches Jimin slowly turn to glance towards the open view on the balcony where he had Hoseok hanging by the throat a few hours ago.

Hoseok watches as Jimin's face softens, an expression he never saw shadows his handsome features, eyes glued to the sky as he takes small steps forward.

Slowly, a smile makes its way to his lips as he stands on the balcony, his chestnut brown eyes admire the sky, searching for something, a sign and in the distance he sees it, it's quick, almost as if it never existed but he soon sees another one and his heart swells of joy.

He watches, head tilted back as a small snowflake gently fall from the sky and land on his nose. He throws his head back and laughs, arms spread wide in pure enthusiasm.

"That's right, that's right, THAT'S RIGHT!" he exclaims happily, spinning in place before clapping.

"What's going on?!" Hoseok asks, standing up from the couch with much difficulty, he clutches his side, a frown on his face.

If something was making Jimin this happy then it couldn't be good news and was that snow or were his eyes playing tricks on him?

Snow in the middle of April?

Jimin turns to him, eyes wide and wild, the wind blows through his freshly black hair, and a wide smile on his full pink lips.

"He's here" he whispers and Hoseok blinks, not having heard him correctly due to the strength of the wind starting to blow, he even has to squint his eyes to keep his eyes on him.

"What?!" he asks

Jimin turns back to the view, admiring the snow falling from the bloody red sky, the red lightning dances its way through the snow, creating a beautiful red and white swirl of colors, it was beautiful.

"Lucifer is amongst us" he whispers under the wind and lifts his eyes to look up at the sky.

He shuts his eyes, letting the snow fall over him, head tilted back, he takes in the sensations, he takes in the energy swirling the air, the air reeked of hell, it was magic.

Jimin dances.

He begins to dance, slowly, balancing himself side to side, eyes still shut, he moves his arms one after the other, twirling in one spot, bending backwards, leg stretched out before spinning on himself...

"What are you doing?" Hoseok asks

"Do you not hear it?" Jimin asks as he dances, majestic movements, movements even a ballerina would jealous over, slow and beautiful to a tune Hoseok couldn't hear.

"Hear what?" Hoseok asks approaching

"Shhh" Jimin whispers and upright, one hand in the air, he does a spin and turns to face the view, eyes still shut, chest rising and falling, he descends his hand from its position and allows it to settle by his side

"Listen..." he whispers and Hoseok steps unto the balcony and lifts his eyes to look up at the sky.

At first he hears nothing but slowly it reaches his ears, slowly and delicately, under the sound of the rain, of thunder, of the wind, of the lightning and the even discreet droplets of snow, he hears it.

A beautiful melody is being played in the air, captivating, tortured and yet appealing. Completely lured into the music, Hoseok takes a step further out onto the balcony, eyes wide in awe as the melody captures his heart, frozen in place, several memories travel his mind and without realizing a tear slips from his open eye as he stares up at the sky, listening to the tune.

A tragic childhood, a tragic upbringing, a tragic life...He's never heart anything so...

"beautiful" he whispers.

Jimin smirks and takes a step back, standing behind Hoseok, still completely awe, he leans in, his chestnut brown eyes travel the side of Hoseok's face before he lifts his eyes to look at the sky as well, hands on his shoulders.

"It is he who will take your place and whom you and your men shall serve" he whispers into his ear and Hoseok's lips part as he nods.

"He whom I shall serve" Hoseok repeats and Jimin grins, takes a step back to let him continue to enjoy the phenomenon and spins on himself, balancing side to side, he shuts his eyes and dances.

Enigma dances along to the tune, along with the man he became one, the man dancing for his freedom between the four white walls he was trapped between.

The man who could never escape for now Enigma was the one holding his place.

And so Enigma dances with a smile on his face.