See you in Hell || Jinkook

3. u

Messy hair as black as night, skin paler than snow and eyes the same purple color as the banners on the castle. A muscular body covered by layers of red, purple and black clothing, topped off with a long cape and golden jewelry. The demon standing next to V at the top of the stairs looks nothing like the image of Satan that I had in mind. Yes, he has horns, but they only take up a small part of his forehead. Yes, he has muscles and seems to be able to rip someone apart if he wanted to, but he's not bulky. He's scary for sure, but not anywhere near as scary as I'd thought he'd be, not even when he shows off his sharp fangs in a big smile. Wait... Satan smiles?

Satan runs down the stairs with an excited grin and grabs onto the metal bars of the cage. Up close I can see every detail of his surprisingly normal face. He has a slightly bigger nose, a sharp jawline, bushy eyebrows, big eyes formed into crescent shapes from his smile, somewhat thin lips and a scar on his mouth and left cheek. Satan's eyes twinkle with curiosity as he scans every part of me, making me feel awfully weak and helpless as I can't do anything but just lie there.

"Wow! A real angel! I've never seen one before," Satan says in a shockingly smooth voice. "Hey, did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?" he asks with a small nod towards my broken and bloody wing.

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. Did Satan just ask me a question or was that a pick-up line? I've heard angels say it to each other countless times before in a joking manner, but hearing it from Satan just feels plain weird. How am I supposed to answer to that?

"Y-yes, of course... it... hurt..." is all I manage to croak out with my dry throat and punctured lungs before I needs to cough again.

Satan lets out a high pitched squeal and almost jumps up and down in joy while looking over at V who's standing a few meters away. 

"Did you hear that?! He talks! I can't believe this! We have a talking angel right on our doorstep!"

"Yes, I heard it, Sire, but so what if he does? An angel in Hell will mean nothing but trouble. What if Heaven thinks we kidnapped him and wants to go to war? We'd be better off killing him right away and move on with our lives." V speaks while not moving a single muscle in his face apart from his mouth, and it makes me wonder if he has the capacity to express any feelings at all.

"No no no no! We can't kill him yet! Just looking at him is more fun than I've had since becoming Satan. I'm gonna keep him as my slave and have some fun with him until I get bored, then we can kill him."

V ever so slightly press his lips together as if he doesn't believe him. 

"Really? You'll get rid of him when you get bored?"

"Yeah, for sure. He'll be of no use to me then," Satan says with a dismissive hand motion.

"If you say so..." V answers, but he doesn't sound very convinced.

Satan turns his attention back at me, who now have blood running down the corners of my mouth from coughing too much. Satan stares at me with a puzzled expression as if he's thinking deeply.

"Say, you don't look too good. Maybe I should help you before you die on your own and I can't have any fun?"

I don't have time to even think about an answer before Satan reaches his hand into the cage and a strong white light emerges from his palm. I shut my eyes to try and block it out, but it doesn't work and the light blinds me even through my eyelids. A warm feeling spreads throughout my body, and all of a sudden I feels my broken ribs snap into place. It hurts more than it did to break them the first time, but I find myself unable to move in any way from the magic being used on me.

It's all over as quickly as it started and I slowly open my eyes when the light is gone. I gasp when I see that the cuts and bruises on my arms and hands are gone. I take a deep breath and there's no pain at all, not even any need to cough. Satan must've fixed my lungs too.